Summary: This is a missing scene from episode 4x02, Safe. It takes place shortly after Martin and Vivian find Ryans plans to bomb the school.
Characters: Martin and Vivian.
Rating: PG-13. Genfic.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Not making money off of them.
Authors note: My thanks to Renegade for a quick and helpful beta.
Yeah, OK. Bye.
Martin hung up the phone and turned toward Vivian, who was seated at the conference table, one hand under her chin, looking pensively at the whiteboard. Or more specifically, at Ryan Wallaces photo.
Jacks headed over to the school, Martin said as he approached her. Theyll evacuate and look for the bomb.
Vivian said nothing, still staring at the picture. Martins brow furrowed and he cocked his head to the side.
You OK, Viv?
She sighed and shook her head, her features softening as she dragged her focus away from the photo to Martin.
I remember the day Reggie was born, she said. The moment I saw him, I knew Id do anything to protect my boy. Im sure Ryans mother felt the same way. Probably still does. Hows she going to deal with this?
Martin sighed, nodding his head. He didnt have kids, so he couldnt empathize with Vivian or Mrs. Wallace as parents. But he could sympathize with them, with their desire to keep their loved ones safe, to keep them away from the bad things in the world.
Life doesnt come with any guarantees, Martin said. You cant always protect the ones you love.
Vivians expression darkened. Im sure thatd be a comfort to Mrs. Wallace, she said.
Martin pulled a chair away from the table and lowered himself into it, mindful as always of his still-healing injuries. He examined Vivian closely, noting the tense lines on her face and the rigid set of her shoulders. It wasnt like her to snap at someone, and he knew Ryan Wallace wasnt the only thing bothering her.
Viv, whats going on?
Vivian settled back in her chair, and Martin wondered if shed say everything was fine, and they should get back to work. He wouldnt blame her if that was how she wanted to play this. He certainly understood wanting things to be OK even when they werent.
The corners of Vivians mouth turned up into a slight smile, and when she spoke, it was with that soft, slow cadence she often used. Martin, you look like a man with a question. Might as well spit it out.
He returned her smile and chuckled. She knew him pretty well. She had that mom instinct that helped her read between the lines. I uh, I saw you talking with Jack earlier, and you seemed pretty pissed.
Vivian smiled ruefully, looking away for a brief moment before speaking. Ive been back a week, Martin. I feel really good. Good enough to be out in the field. But Jacks doing everything he can to keep me at my desk.
So there it was. Vivian wanted her old life back. She wanted to come to work and investigate cases like nothing had happened. Except something had happened. Shed had major heart surgery, Martin had been shot and Danny was dealing with some serious emotional issues. It wasnt surprising that Jack was treading carefully with Vivian right now, given his teams physical and emotional states. Still, Martin understood that what Vivian needed now, more than anything, was for Jack to treat her as an equal. She didnt want to be coddled.
Martin could identify with Vivians need for normalcy, although he certainly didnt share her desire to get out in the field. Getting through his first day back at work was a daunting enough task. Coming in that morning had been more difficult than hed anticipated. The closer that damn elevator got to their floor, the harder it had been to breathe. His legs had felt weak, his palms sweaty. But hed forced himself to settle down, take a deep breath and step off the elevator.
As hed slowly made his way to his desk, hed received several polite welcome back greetings, but it was Vivians beautiful smile and warm hug that had set him at ease. She was happy to see him, not nervous or awkward or worried or guilt-ridden. Martin knew she wanted Jack to treat her in the same easygoing manner, but it wouldnt happen quite yet.
Viv, I know youre frustrated, Martin said, but given everything thats happened the last couple of months, I think its understandable for Jack to be overprotective where your health is concerned.
Viv raised her eyebrows and smiled. Mmm hmm, she said, amused. Well, when youre the one Jacks holding back, well see how understanding you are.
Martin chuckled as she stood up and moved toward her desk.
Hey Viv, he said, catching her attention. There was something he needed to say, and now was as good a time as any. He waited until she turned back around. I, uh, I wanted to say thanks.
He trailed off, trying to decide exactly how to put his thoughts into words. Vivian moved a bit closer to him, waiting for him to continue.
These last few weeks, Martin said quietly. Theyve been pretty rough. For both of us. I know you had a lot going on with recovering from your heart surgery, but you still found time to keep in touch. It meant a lot to me.
Vivian smiled. Well, it was the least I could do after you sent that flower arrangement to my hospital room. Marcus is still trying to figure out how to top that one, she said, chuckling.
Martin grinned and felt a slight blush work its way over his face. Yeah, maybe hed overdone it a bit. He usually only sent something that extravagant to women he was dating. But Vivian was a good friend, and hed known he couldnt visit her anytime soon, since they were in separate hospitals. Hed figured a little splurging was in order.
I wish I could have delivered those flowers in person, Martin said, his smile fading as he remembered how miserable hed felt the day hed ordered Vivians get-well gift. His mind had been working at such a slow pace, the pain, drugs and medications making it hard to focus on anything for more than a few minutes at a time.
Vivian squeezed his shoulder, bringing him back to the present, and he saw her concern. He tried to muster up a reassuring smile.
Hey, Vivian said, her hand still resting on his shoulder. What I told you last week still stands, you know. You ever want to talk, Im here.
He nodded his head. I appreciate it, Viv.
And he did appreciate the offer, but he didnt feel like baring his soul to her. He didnt want to get into the nitty gritty details of the shooting, to discuss how hed felt as hed bled and bled and bled in the car and on the street. Or what it had been like waking up in that damn hospital. Or how, during his hospital stay, sometimes the pain had been so bad that hed wondered if surviving had been such a good thing, after all.
He wasnt ready to discuss those dark memories with anyone.
Vivian squeezed his shoulder one last time, went back to her desk and started flipping through some files. Martin watched her for a moment, and then looked up at Ryan Wallaces photo on the white board. He couldnt fix his or Vivians problems right now, but he could try to help fix Ryans.
It was time to get back to work.