A/N: Hey, everybody. This is my first General Hospital story, but not my first story. So, make sure you leave lots of feedback to tell me how I'm doing.

Summary: They were two of the best con artists there were. Together, they were unstoppable. They stop by Port Charles to pull their next con. But what happens when they finally meet their match?

It will eventually be Sam/Jason and Carly/Sonny.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

"We have to find a place to stay." Twenty year old Caroline 'Carly' Benson told her best friend as the two rolled into the tiny town of Port Charles in their shiny red Lamborghini convertible. Money wasn't exactly an issue, after all the conning they had done.

"Definitely." Her also twenty year old best friend, Samantha 'Sam' McCall laughed as she stopped at the red light. "I say that we treat ourselves. You were fabulous in that marriage you just ended."

"Thank you." Carly smirked as she placed her hand over her heart. "I try."

Sam grinned. The two girls were con artists, and they were damn good at it. They had been conning people, as a team, since they were fifteen. It had started out small; taking money from people while playing pool, and picking pockets to go on shopping sprees. Once high school ended, they had moved to bigger things, like marriages and expensive divorces which ended up paying big for them.

The girls were complete opposites, looks wise. Carly was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes while Sam was petite with long raven colored hair and brown eyes. Carly's skin was fair and she had a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks while Sam had tan, olive toned skin. Throughout high school, they had been given the nickname, The Twenty, by guys in their grade because they were both tens on the scale. Carly, they has said, was a gorgeous All-American girl and Sam was an exotic beauty. The girls had often used that nickname and their good looks to their advantage.

"There!" Carly shouted. Sam nodded and pulled over into the turn lane. She pulled her baby up to the valet and got out.

"The Metrocourt." Sam read off the sign. "Looks nice."

"Let's book a room." Carly linked arms with her best friend and walked inside.

Heels clacked on the floor as Carly and Sam walked purposefully toward the check-in desk. As they neared, they saw the employee's eyes widen at the sight before him. Both smiled at the poor guy.

"We need a room," Carly looked at the nametag as she leaned over onto the desk. "Bill."

"Got any suites left?" Sam asked in a sultry voice as she too leaned on the desk. Sex appeal made life so much easier.

He visibly gulped as he turned to check the computer. Sam held back a laugh. This would be simple.

"Let's see, we have a one bedroom suite available with a built in kitchen." He turned to look at them. They shook their heads. "Ok, hold on a minute." He looked through the computer. "We have a two bedroom suite that someone just checked out of. It won't be ready until 3:00."

"An hour?" Carly bit her lip. "Wanna go grab something to eat?"

"We'll take it." Sam said. She handed Bill her credit card. "Let's go."

"I'm Georgie and I'll be serving you tonight. Are you ready to order?" The young auburn haired teenager came up to the table the two were sharing at the local diner they had seen called Kelly's.

"I'll take a cheeseburger and an order of fries." Sam said.

"Me too." Carly said. "And mozzarella sticks."

"Ohhh and onion rings." Sam added.

"Two grilled cheeses." Carly chimed in again. Georgie scribbled furiously on her notebook.

"Is that all?" They nodded. "Ok, it will be out shortly."

"All right, so do we have the plan down?" Carly asked.

Sam nodded. "Yep. We have the addresses, the names, and the info on paper. We have fake tears down to an art. We get inside their lives, make a relationship, grab their money, and go out of town."

Carly held up her glass of root beer to toast with Sam. "Our mothers will never know what hit them."

"Cheers."

A/N: So, what did we think?