disclosure

pg | no warnings apply

She steps hurriedly through the office, not bothering to quell her smile. Martin's footsteps are stalking her ears, but she tries to escape him, not quite sure what to say.

"Sam ..." He grabs her arm, preventing her from fleeing. She's trying not to grin now.

"Hey, what you saw ..."

"It's okay." Laughter mangles her words, and she's reminded of eleventh grade chemistry, when Mr. Bernard caught her and Jenny drawing dirty pictures. She had been mortified, but still couldn't stop giggling.

"Danny and I were just ..." His voice wanders off and dies, his hands drawing a senseless picture in the air. It's as if he's a hula dancer who's forgotten his story.

(Picturing him in a grass skirt doesn't help, at all.)

"I figured out what you were doing." She clears her throat, smoothing down imaginary wrinkles in her pants before tucking her hair behind her ears and stepping closer, talking in a hushed tone. "If you guys are ... I'm happy for you. You just probably ... don't want to be kissing in the office -"

"We didn't plan it. It ... happened."

Her mind drifts. Jack. Hotel rooms, her home, the office, once, in a moment of weakness.

"It ... happens," she says lamely. He tilts his head, ever so slightly, and she fears that something has flashed across her eyes. She's seen him with his arms around Danny, though, so he backs off, mumbling other excuses. As she turns, she sees Jack staring at her from across the room. She can't help it. She winks.

(fin.)