Okay, so anyone who knows me, knows that it takes a very special occasion for me to write Martin/Samantha. Me being a lifelong JackSamantha fan, and recent JackAnne fan.
Anyway, as I was saying, this special occasion is the birthday of a good friend of mine, Tricki.
I figured she'd know I'd had to labor over her 'present' if it was MSR ;) It's not much, but presents will be able to get so much better now ;)
So, happy birthday Tricki!! Talk to you soon honey, lovelovelove xxx
All she wanted was a quiet day. No fuss, no muss. Preferably nothing at all during the shift, but maybe a drink or two afterwards. After all, it was her birthday, as much as she hated to admit.
The elevator doors whooshed open and she said another silent prayer for a regular day.
Samantha turned the corner… and vowed death upon Danny Taylor's head.
Her entire desk was outlined with 'Happy Birthday!' banners; multicoloured gift-bows were stuck to the handles of each drawer and presents had been lined up. Not quite as inconspicuous as she was hoping, but she couldn't deny the grin that was creeping across her features.
Viv shook her head with a incredulous smile as she dumped her bag onto her desk. "Danny?"
"I'm thinking so…"
"Well, happy birthday, Samantha."
"There she is!" Danny called, marching into the bullpen and pulled her into a hug.
"I have you to thank for this?" She grinned again, gesturing to the glittering mass.
"Yes, and you don't have to thank me,"
"Oh, believe me, I wont," she chuckled.
Jack and Martin arrived, wishing her happiness and knowing instantly Danny was to thank for the decorations. Jack whisked the culprit away to an interrogation, while Viv checked for overnight updates on the latest missing person. Martin disappeared almost instantly to the balcony.
Samantha sat down on her chair and started to unwrap her presents. It was when she got to Martin's that her heart skipped. "He remembered…"
The necklace, encased in black velvet, had been pawed over for a brief moment months ago. They'd spent a weekend in the Hampton's, in Martin's parent's beach house, and had been taking a walk around the shops when Samantha saw the pendant. The outline of a butterfly, the chain through one wing, with three gems (Emerald, Amethyst and Ruby) in the body of the insect. It really was beautiful.
Her eyes shot to the distorted image of Martin through the blinds. She looked back to the box in her hand and knew that she couldn't accept it.
"Martin?" she asked, closing the door behind her and pulling the lapels on her coat tighter around her chest.
"Hey," he weakly smiled, "Happy Birthday."
"Thanks. Listen, I cant accept this." she held the gift out.
"Yeah, you can."
"No, it's more …'girlfriend'. Less 'ex'."
"I bought it when you was more 'girlfriend', so it's yours. I already had it, you loved it, it made sense to give it to you," he smiled. Martin popped open the box and took the chain out. He passed around Samantha and clasped the lock at the back of her neck.
Her fingers shot to the butterfly, tracing the stones. "Thank you," she said earnestly, kissing his cheek.
They both gave a barely audible sigh when she pulled away. What had they fought about, again?