"It's cold out there," Martin announced as he made his way into the apartment. Samantha looked up from the magazine she had been reading and smiled at Martin.
"You look warm," he said as he made his way over to Samantha and wrapped her in his arms.
"Martin your hands are freezing!" she shuddered as he placed his hand on the back of her neck. He grinned and pulled her closer to him.
"Whatcha reading?" he asked as he stole a glance at the magazine she had in her hand.
"I was actually looking to see if there was anything on TV."
Martin picked up the remote from where it lay on the arm of the couch and started flipping through the channels.
"Then look this way," he teased. Samantha shook her head and placed a kiss on Martin's neck before getting up and heading into the kitchen. She began pulling stuff out of the cabinet to start cooking when before she knew it, Martin was behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"We could go out if you wanted," he suggested.
"Sure, whatever you want," he said as he began kissing her on the neck.
"Sounds like you're trying to get on my good side," she teased.
The shrill ringing from a cell phone in the other room made Martin sigh as he reluctantly release Samantha to go answer the phone.
"Fitzgerald," he muttered. When he sighed again, Samantha realized it must have been Jack calling Martin back into work. He shuffled back into the kitchen and kissed Samantha on the cheek.
"You're lucky you have the day off, it's been rough," he said before slipping out the door and back into the cold of the winter.
After fixing something quick for dinner, Samantha had settled down on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and was watching a movie. Martin had been gone for several hours and Samantha was beginning to wonder where he had gone when she heard a knock on the door. She laughed, figuring Martin had forgotten his keys and locked himself out. She opened the door and was about to make a sarcastic remark when she saw Danny.
"Hey Danny, what's going on?" she asked confused. Danny sighed and shifted his footing. The solemn look that was on his face was starting to scare her.
"Danny, what's wrong?"
"Martin's been shot," he blurted out.