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The next chapter in the WaT saga *G* And just wait until you read Chapter 4- due next Monday. :smirks:
Title: In Due Course
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: PG-13 for language
The city hadn’t changed since her departure eight months before. The shops were the same, the noise level still at it’s high timber. All that had changed was her.
“Ever been here Shelly?” Frankie asked her. Their taxi turned quickly in front of a limo and Samantha slammed against the back door.
“Once,” she lied.
“I’ve been a few times, Diego what about you?”
“No man, my first time. This is fucking awesome.” The big guy was grinning as he took in the sights.
“Shelly, it’s the city of dreams.” Frankie sounded like a tourist ad.
It had been the city of crushed dreams for her. She pushed the thought away. “Yeah, it seems like a great place.”
Their hotel was across from the busy motion of Times Square. Frankie was delighted that they were smack dab in the middle of the fray. His energy had increased two fold since their plane had landed. He was more focused than ever before and his determination to the execute “the plan” worried Sam. He had everything to gain by going through with it and that made him especially dangerous.
The hotel’s main corridor was bright with sparking lights and a grand piano in the center. It was an expensive hotel going for at least 600 a night.
“Holy shit!” Diego yelled nearly dropping his black duffel bag. The eyes of the more affluent hotelers gazed at him. They whispered to each other and Samantha knew everyone was wondering what they were doing there. Their hotel rooms were adjourning so that everyone could gather at Frankie’s to discus the murder of a FBI agent. Frankie’s room was their second stop after dropping their bags off at their own rooms.
“Welcome boys and girls, ladies and gentleman,” Frankie said doing his best showman routine. His room, like Sam’s was large with two tables, four plus chairs, a desk , a great view and a king sized bed. “In a few days we will be household names. Every reporter in the country will be talking about us. We’ll be on the front page of the Times.” His eyes lit up. “And when they arrest us we’ll proclaim that we can explain all. There will be book deals and even a movie.”
“Man, I would love Michael Douglas to play me,” Diego said, wistfully.
“Michael Douglas doesn’t look like you at all.”
Diego shrugged. “Who would play you?”
Frankie tugged at the chain around his neck. “Maybe Matt Damon.”
“Yeah, okay man,” Diego laughed.
“So what’s our first order fo business,” Samantha asked getting the conversation back on track.
“We need to find out Jack Malone’s schedule. Where does he live? Where does he go to eat lunch? Who cuts his hair? I need to know his every movement over the next three days so that your grand master planner can figure out the best place and time to take him out.”
“I’ll be glad to do it boss,” Diego volunteered.
“Thanks D, but Shelly, this job is for you.”
“Okay, sure but why did you choose me?”
“Because if Jack sees you tailing him he’ll just think a pretty girl is interested in him.” Frankie gave her a wink and flopped down in one of the room’s chairs.
“Oh, okay,” Sam replied, knowing darn well that Jack would have said interested groupie arrested for stalking.
“I’m putting my faith in you Shelly, okay?” Frankie smiled.
“I won’t let you down,” Samantha said. “I’ll get to work on that right away.”
“You sure, we just got here, if you need to rest...” Frankie began.
“Nah, I’m fine, thanks. I’ll met you guys here tonight and then maybe we can get dinner.”
“Excellent,” Frankie responded.
“I feel in the mood for Mexican,” Diego rubbed his chin.
Frankie rolled his eyes, “That’s all you ever eat. Why don’t we try Thai.”
“I hate that shit man.”
“You can’t say you hate it if you’re lips have never tasted it.”
Samantha left as the men continued to argue about dinner.
It felt like she was back home, whistling for a cab, giving the Federal Building address, knowing that soon she would see Jack. The tightness to her chest was present as it always was building up inside, knowing that the reality of not being together would be worse than pleasure of seeing him face to face could give her. The taxi let her out at the Federal Building’s front door and she tipped the driver. She paused for a moment to take a deep breathe before entering the main entrance.
“Samantha Spade! I almost didn’t recognize you,” Bruce Conrad who provided security gave her a smile. “How’s the windy city?”
“Great,” she said, “Can you give me clearance to head upstairs?”
“Of course for the FBI’s best,” he smiled again. Conrad was always a friendly guy, the kind that would send you a birthday card or go visit you in the hospital. He was married with three grown children, one of which, Billy, he had wanted to fix Samantha up with. She had turned down the offer. Billy was handsome and nice like his father but she knew it would end badly and didn’t want to risk losing Conrad’s faith in her. Sometimes it felt like it was the only thing she had.
Conrad gave her a visitors’ badge, such an odd thing for her to wear, and she headed for the elevators. Her stomach was in one large knot and she wasn’t sure what she would say to Jack. It had been eight months since she had talked to him, eight months since she had seen him, eight months of heartache.
The doors opened on the Missing Person’s Unit’s floor and she came face to face with Frankie’s prey. He was in his normal black suit with a pinstriped grey tie (a present from Anne- had to be) and a sour look on his face.
They stood silent for a moment both staring at each other. Samantha’s heart was pounding so much she hardly heard him say, “Hello, Sam.”
To be continued...
Title: In Due Course
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: PG-13 for language
The city hadn’t changed since her departure eight months before. The shops were the same, the noise level still at it’s high timber. All that had changed was her.
“Ever been here Shelly?” Frankie asked her. Their taxi turned quickly in front of a limo and Samantha slammed against the back door.
“Once,” she lied.
“I’ve been a few times, Diego what about you?”
“No man, my first time. This is fucking awesome.” The big guy was grinning as he took in the sights.
“Shelly, it’s the city of dreams.” Frankie sounded like a tourist ad.
It had been the city of crushed dreams for her. She pushed the thought away. “Yeah, it seems like a great place.”
Their hotel was across from the busy motion of Times Square. Frankie was delighted that they were smack dab in the middle of the fray. His energy had increased two fold since their plane had landed. He was more focused than ever before and his determination to the execute “the plan” worried Sam. He had everything to gain by going through with it and that made him especially dangerous.
The hotel’s main corridor was bright with sparking lights and a grand piano in the center. It was an expensive hotel going for at least 600 a night.
“Holy shit!” Diego yelled nearly dropping his black duffel bag. The eyes of the more affluent hotelers gazed at him. They whispered to each other and Samantha knew everyone was wondering what they were doing there. Their hotel rooms were adjourning so that everyone could gather at Frankie’s to discus the murder of a FBI agent. Frankie’s room was their second stop after dropping their bags off at their own rooms.
“Welcome boys and girls, ladies and gentleman,” Frankie said doing his best showman routine. His room, like Sam’s was large with two tables, four plus chairs, a desk , a great view and a king sized bed. “In a few days we will be household names. Every reporter in the country will be talking about us. We’ll be on the front page of the Times.” His eyes lit up. “And when they arrest us we’ll proclaim that we can explain all. There will be book deals and even a movie.”
“Man, I would love Michael Douglas to play me,” Diego said, wistfully.
“Michael Douglas doesn’t look like you at all.”
Diego shrugged. “Who would play you?”
Frankie tugged at the chain around his neck. “Maybe Matt Damon.”
“Yeah, okay man,” Diego laughed.
“So what’s our first order fo business,” Samantha asked getting the conversation back on track.
“We need to find out Jack Malone’s schedule. Where does he live? Where does he go to eat lunch? Who cuts his hair? I need to know his every movement over the next three days so that your grand master planner can figure out the best place and time to take him out.”
“I’ll be glad to do it boss,” Diego volunteered.
“Thanks D, but Shelly, this job is for you.”
“Okay, sure but why did you choose me?”
“Because if Jack sees you tailing him he’ll just think a pretty girl is interested in him.” Frankie gave her a wink and flopped down in one of the room’s chairs.
“Oh, okay,” Sam replied, knowing darn well that Jack would have said interested groupie arrested for stalking.
“I’m putting my faith in you Shelly, okay?” Frankie smiled.
“I won’t let you down,” Samantha said. “I’ll get to work on that right away.”
“You sure, we just got here, if you need to rest...” Frankie began.
“Nah, I’m fine, thanks. I’ll met you guys here tonight and then maybe we can get dinner.”
“Excellent,” Frankie responded.
“I feel in the mood for Mexican,” Diego rubbed his chin.
Frankie rolled his eyes, “That’s all you ever eat. Why don’t we try Thai.”
“I hate that shit man.”
“You can’t say you hate it if you’re lips have never tasted it.”
Samantha left as the men continued to argue about dinner.
It felt like she was back home, whistling for a cab, giving the Federal Building address, knowing that soon she would see Jack. The tightness to her chest was present as it always was building up inside, knowing that the reality of not being together would be worse than pleasure of seeing him face to face could give her. The taxi let her out at the Federal Building’s front door and she tipped the driver. She paused for a moment to take a deep breathe before entering the main entrance.
“Samantha Spade! I almost didn’t recognize you,” Bruce Conrad who provided security gave her a smile. “How’s the windy city?”
“Great,” she said, “Can you give me clearance to head upstairs?”
“Of course for the FBI’s best,” he smiled again. Conrad was always a friendly guy, the kind that would send you a birthday card or go visit you in the hospital. He was married with three grown children, one of which, Billy, he had wanted to fix Samantha up with. She had turned down the offer. Billy was handsome and nice like his father but she knew it would end badly and didn’t want to risk losing Conrad’s faith in her. Sometimes it felt like it was the only thing she had.
Conrad gave her a visitors’ badge, such an odd thing for her to wear, and she headed for the elevators. Her stomach was in one large knot and she wasn’t sure what she would say to Jack. It had been eight months since she had talked to him, eight months since she had seen him, eight months of heartache.
The doors opened on the Missing Person’s Unit’s floor and she came face to face with Frankie’s prey. He was in his normal black suit with a pinstriped grey tie (a present from Anne- had to be) and a sour look on his face.
They stood silent for a moment both staring at each other. Samantha’s heart was pounding so much she hardly heard him say, “Hello, Sam.”
To be continued...