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The next chapter in the Without a Trace cliffhanger story. Learn how Sam got to be undercover and what has become of the man she loved.
Title: In Due Course
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: PG-13
Samantha was sure that Frankie’s latest plan would be scrubbed just like the others. But a week passed and he was still hell bent on killing Jack Malone. He had found a plane flight for them to hop on, had secured the cash from his drug dealer brother for spending money, and had called a guy in the Big Apple that promised him a good rate on a shotgun. He was setting everything in motion at a nauseating rate. It was what she had been waiting for, for Frankie to finally piece together a crime so that the agency could take him down. Half of her was pleased but the other half was stuck with the notion that someone at anytime could plan the demise of the man that meant so much to her. He wasn’t safe. He would never be safe. Missing persons cases were too high profile and his looks still got him plastered on tv, reporters looking for information from him.
She missed him even though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone else. It had been eight months since she had received the transfer to the Chicago office and the Terrorism Unit. It wasn’t her first choice but she had to get away. Jack and Anne’s marriage hurt her more than she ever expected and once Lauren was born...well her stomach had become in a constant upheaval. She had pretended for so long that she was over him that she just assumed it would be easy to say goodbye. It hadn’t been. Still some nights she laid awake thinking about him. She had never meant to fall in love and now she was doing a lousy job of falling out of it.
The day she left the office, he didn’t even say goodbye to her. Martin had sent her off with a book to read on the plane, Danny had insisted she call him once in a while and Elena had offered her a place to crash if she ever got homesick for New York City. If it hadn’t been for Vivian she probably wouldn’t have made it to the airport. The life was drained out of her, swimming done her face in the form of tears. Vivian had provided the friendly nudge she needed- walking her to the ticket booth, rubbing her shoulder and reminding her that it was for the best.
She wasn’t sure what was worse now. Being in New York watching Jack play happy family man or being undercover in a new city. The latter hadn’t worked out as she hoped it would. She was sure depression was starting to settle in but if she couldn’t talk to Lisa about it than she didn’t want to explain to anyone else. The good doctor was back in New York, a few offices away from Jack’s.
Samantha was living in a tiny apartment infested with rats and cockroaches. Her clothes were nothing special and even her hair she was dying a duller blonde. It felt as if all the color had been washed out of her. Frankie Harrington assumed she was a down on her luck wannabe singer. He thought she needed someone to help her out, give her some cash to live, make her life mean something. Michelle Granger- that was her new name to fit her new identity. Diego had called her “Shelly” the first day they met and the nickname had stuck. Originally Frankie hadn’t been the FBI’s target, his brother Peter had been. Peter was not only a fairly well off drug dealer, but in the business of selling information to sources outside of the United States. How he gained his intel was still a mystery but another agent had been assigned to work on him. Samantha had been pleased to catch Frankie’s eye and transfer to his case. She knew the other undercover gig would probably involve sampling the product and with the heart broken state she was in, she though it a very bad idea.
Frankie, for all his craziness, treated her like a kid sister. For that she was extremely grateful; she didn’t want to have to deal with any overtures he might have made. She didn’t want to deal with any men at the time, which was a rarity for her. It seemed easier to let Jack go when she had Martin to go home with.
“Harrington, Riveria and I are scheduled to fly out of O’Hare tomorrow at noon. I think now is the time to bust him,” Samantha said, sitting in the plush office of her new boss, Gary Lander.
Lander’s grey mane and dour eyes made him look much older than his forty-eight years. He wasn’t handsome like Jack nor did he care as much about his staff. He wanted results, good results. Like Frankie Harrington he wanted a name for himself but in a much less infamous way.
“Good, I’ll contact the New York office and tell them what is occurring.”
“Sir, I don’t think we should wait to arrest him. Let’s do it now before he gets on the plane.”
“With what charges Agent Spade? You need to wait until he has purchased the gun and is about to kill Agent Malone before you take him down.”
“And what if Jack accidently gets killed in the process?” Samantha fumed.
“Look I understand in New York you guys led a loose ship. But this isn’t New York and I’m not blinded by attraction.”
Ah great, Sam thought, this office knows what happened between Jack and I as well. She couldn’t escape the past no matter how much she tried.
“Sir, my personal business is my...”
“Not when it effects your work!” Lender raised his voice. “You want to play slut to any married guy around, fine, but choose men that aren’t in the agency. I’m sure there are plenty of bus boys out there looking for a good time.”
She should have slapped him, quit on the spot, but with so much of the energy drained out of her she just sat. She took what he said and left when he told her she could.
She didn’t cry at least, although she wanted to. She waited until she got home, greeted at her apartment door by a huge rat. The tears came then. She hated her job, she hated her life and she hated herself more for allowing Jack Malone to still cause her pain.
To be continued...
Title: In Due Course
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: PG-13
Samantha was sure that Frankie’s latest plan would be scrubbed just like the others. But a week passed and he was still hell bent on killing Jack Malone. He had found a plane flight for them to hop on, had secured the cash from his drug dealer brother for spending money, and had called a guy in the Big Apple that promised him a good rate on a shotgun. He was setting everything in motion at a nauseating rate. It was what she had been waiting for, for Frankie to finally piece together a crime so that the agency could take him down. Half of her was pleased but the other half was stuck with the notion that someone at anytime could plan the demise of the man that meant so much to her. He wasn’t safe. He would never be safe. Missing persons cases were too high profile and his looks still got him plastered on tv, reporters looking for information from him.
She missed him even though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone else. It had been eight months since she had received the transfer to the Chicago office and the Terrorism Unit. It wasn’t her first choice but she had to get away. Jack and Anne’s marriage hurt her more than she ever expected and once Lauren was born...well her stomach had become in a constant upheaval. She had pretended for so long that she was over him that she just assumed it would be easy to say goodbye. It hadn’t been. Still some nights she laid awake thinking about him. She had never meant to fall in love and now she was doing a lousy job of falling out of it.
The day she left the office, he didn’t even say goodbye to her. Martin had sent her off with a book to read on the plane, Danny had insisted she call him once in a while and Elena had offered her a place to crash if she ever got homesick for New York City. If it hadn’t been for Vivian she probably wouldn’t have made it to the airport. The life was drained out of her, swimming done her face in the form of tears. Vivian had provided the friendly nudge she needed- walking her to the ticket booth, rubbing her shoulder and reminding her that it was for the best.
She wasn’t sure what was worse now. Being in New York watching Jack play happy family man or being undercover in a new city. The latter hadn’t worked out as she hoped it would. She was sure depression was starting to settle in but if she couldn’t talk to Lisa about it than she didn’t want to explain to anyone else. The good doctor was back in New York, a few offices away from Jack’s.
Samantha was living in a tiny apartment infested with rats and cockroaches. Her clothes were nothing special and even her hair she was dying a duller blonde. It felt as if all the color had been washed out of her. Frankie Harrington assumed she was a down on her luck wannabe singer. He thought she needed someone to help her out, give her some cash to live, make her life mean something. Michelle Granger- that was her new name to fit her new identity. Diego had called her “Shelly” the first day they met and the nickname had stuck. Originally Frankie hadn’t been the FBI’s target, his brother Peter had been. Peter was not only a fairly well off drug dealer, but in the business of selling information to sources outside of the United States. How he gained his intel was still a mystery but another agent had been assigned to work on him. Samantha had been pleased to catch Frankie’s eye and transfer to his case. She knew the other undercover gig would probably involve sampling the product and with the heart broken state she was in, she though it a very bad idea.
Frankie, for all his craziness, treated her like a kid sister. For that she was extremely grateful; she didn’t want to have to deal with any overtures he might have made. She didn’t want to deal with any men at the time, which was a rarity for her. It seemed easier to let Jack go when she had Martin to go home with.
“Harrington, Riveria and I are scheduled to fly out of O’Hare tomorrow at noon. I think now is the time to bust him,” Samantha said, sitting in the plush office of her new boss, Gary Lander.
Lander’s grey mane and dour eyes made him look much older than his forty-eight years. He wasn’t handsome like Jack nor did he care as much about his staff. He wanted results, good results. Like Frankie Harrington he wanted a name for himself but in a much less infamous way.
“Good, I’ll contact the New York office and tell them what is occurring.”
“Sir, I don’t think we should wait to arrest him. Let’s do it now before he gets on the plane.”
“With what charges Agent Spade? You need to wait until he has purchased the gun and is about to kill Agent Malone before you take him down.”
“And what if Jack accidently gets killed in the process?” Samantha fumed.
“Look I understand in New York you guys led a loose ship. But this isn’t New York and I’m not blinded by attraction.”
Ah great, Sam thought, this office knows what happened between Jack and I as well. She couldn’t escape the past no matter how much she tried.
“Sir, my personal business is my...”
“Not when it effects your work!” Lender raised his voice. “You want to play slut to any married guy around, fine, but choose men that aren’t in the agency. I’m sure there are plenty of bus boys out there looking for a good time.”
She should have slapped him, quit on the spot, but with so much of the energy drained out of her she just sat. She took what he said and left when he told her she could.
She didn’t cry at least, although she wanted to. She waited until she got home, greeted at her apartment door by a huge rat. The tears came then. She hated her job, she hated her life and she hated herself more for allowing Jack Malone to still cause her pain.
To be continued...