samantha ross ✪ natasha romanova (oweadebt) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2018-05-15 20:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backstory, nicholas bauer, samantha ellis |
Who: Samantha Ellis & Nicholas Bauer
What: A glimpse into the past, part two (part one)
Where: Sam's apartment in Brooklyn, New York
When: Backdated to Friday, May 4th, 2012
Warnings: Nothing major
Status: Incomplete
If you had told her six months ago that she would be in the position she was in now, past Sam would have laughed in future Sam's face, and called her a damn fool. Samantha Ellis, who trusted no one and nothing, who was an island, who never let anything or anyone get in the way of her work and actively tried to avoid any kind of intimate relationship with another human being. That same Samantha Ellis had been seeing the same man for about half a year now, someone she had met through one of the cases she'd previously been working, a direct violation of one of her biggest rules. Never mix business with anything personal.
Also, never get close to anyone, period.
That might sound unnecessarily paranoid, but Sam had always had some trust issues, and they really didn't mix in her line of work. Never get close, never let anyone in - it was simpler that way. Safer. You didn't get hurt, and no one else got hurt by you. Maybe it was a cold way to live, but Samantha had already spent too much of her life practicing a cautious detachment from most people, simply because to her it was better than ending up disappointed. When it came to her job, the stakes were often a lot worse than that, and trusting the wrong person could cost her a case. Depending on the case, it could even cost someone their life.
Most of her cases weren't that interesting, just a lot of cheating husbands and corrupt CEO's, but the life of a private investigator was always a little unpredictable. That was usually the beauty of it, and one of the things she enjoyed most about her line of work. It was perfect for a person like her, who was already predisposed to not trust others over her own instincts. That's why she still couldn't understand how Nick of all people had somehow managed to get her to let her guards down, enough that they'd been sharing the same bed for the last six months. Enough that if asked with a gun to her head, she would have said she trusted him. The small part of her that had always resisted their relationship was pretty smug now, telling her 'I told you so' over and over again until Samantha was seriously considering bashing her own head in.
Or Nick's. To be honest, she wasn't too picky at the moment. Not after she'd gotten the call from her boss half an hour ago about an old case and she'd been sitting at her kitchen table ever since, drink in hand while she tried to make sense of it all. Not to brag, but Samantha's mind worked a little faster than most, and yet no matter how many different scenarios she considered, they all led back to the same result. Nick had to have known about it. That sick feeling only twisted further in her gut the more minutes that ticked by, she could barely taste the vodka in her glass but she kept drinking it anyway, waiting for Nick to show up at her place like he always did. Then she'd know for sure.