Okay, so I know I have two other stories to work on and I promise to finish them both (mostly because I personally hate it when a story is left unfinished), but, I couldn't get this idea out of my head so I had to write it.
Samantha McCall sat in a dark room. She was waiting to meet up with her boss at one of the branches of the PCPD. She had recently moved to the outskirts of Port Charles, hoping to meet her birth mother. Despite that, the first thing she did was get a job, working to protect the small town as a police officer. That day, for some unspecified reason, she had been called into this meeting, and, honestly, she didn't know if she was supposed to be nervous or excited.
The room to which she had been escorted on her arrival resembled the average interrogation room. Actually, she figured it could very well be an interrogation room. The room had a simple table. Across from her was a window, it's blinds open the slightest letting a little light spill into the room. In fact, that was pretty much the only light in the room. The more she thought about, the more sure she was that she was sitting in an interrogation room. She just didn't know if that was supposed to be a bad thing.
She looked up when the door creaked. A little more light slipped into the room as her boss, Mac Scorpio, opened the door fully and came in. He shut the door, then the blinds, the room going pitch black. Sam was confused. Mac then reached over and flipped the light switch, the previously dark room suddenly bright. Sam watched silently as Mac took a seat in the chair across from her. He had a brown envelope in his hand, which he slid over to her, still not saying anything. She slipped out to contents of the envelope.
The first thing I saw was a picture. A mugshot, to be exact. The man in the shot had blonde hair, which was just a little spiky. He had piercing blue eyes, which she, honestly, loved. She examined the photo for a while. As a cop, she wasn't supposed to be admiring mugshots, but, she couldn't help it. It wasn't her fault the man was attractive. Oddly, he looked a little familiar.
"Do you know who that is?" asked Mac, snapping her out of her trance.
She scanned the page and read the name at the bottom of it. Suddenly, it clicked; why that man was familiar to her. He was one of the criminals that the PCPD wanted behind bars the most.
"Jason Morgan" she said softly. "The enforcer for Corinthos-Morgan Organizations" she added. She looked up from the bottom of the page, back at his blue eyes. Her gaze drifted back down to the name, where it read: Morgan, Jason.
The next thing she had to figure out was why. Why was she sitting in an interrogation room with her boss? Why had he showed her Jason Morgan's mugshots? Why was she wondering so much? Mac Scorpio would tell her. She looked down at the mugshot again. In it, Jason's wide shoulders stood straight. His eyes looked directly into the camera, a stone cold glare on his face. His straight face didn't look forced, but more comfortable and normal. She could tell just from looking at the picture that that wasn't his first time posing like that. Then, her gaze went back up to his cold, yet striking baby blue eyes.
She ripped her eyes away from the picture. No. She was not fawning over a mugshot. No. She was not attracted to Jason's blue eyes. She quickly shot a look back at Mr. Scorpio.
"So, what is this about?" she asked.
Mac cleared his throat. "You are aware of Mr. Morgan's occupation, correct?" he asked.
"Everyone in Port Charles and the surrounding areas knows who Jason Morgan is" Sam replied honestly.
"True, especially the local cops" Mac agreed. "Now, you're probably wondering why I called you here" he spoke the obvious. She rolled her eyes. "So, we have a very important job for you" he stated.
"Okay...?" she asked, intrigued. She was new to the PCPD and they were already hiring her for a big job? Exciting!
Mac smiled at her confused look and question. "You will be going undercover in the Corinthos-Morgan Organization, digging up dirt to get the enforcer, Jason Morgan, in prison" he explained, motioning to the pictures that she was still holding.
"You want me to go undercover at the Corinthos-Morgan Organization?" she asked, shocked at what she had heard. She was one of the newest cops at any of the branches of the PCPD and they were asking her to go undercover to get information on the most wanted mob enforcer in Port Charles and it's surrounding areas. Mac nodded.
"You in?" he asked. She looked back down at the pictures in her hands, looking right at Mr. Morgan's icy blue gaze. She looked up and nodded before looking back at the picture. I can do this, she thought.