So this is a fantastic idea submitted to me by Kimberleah. Hopefully I can do it justice! Thanks Kimberleah!
"Listen, Brian, we need to talk." Samantha started.
"Yeah, what's up?" Brian asked, taking a beer from the fridge.
Samantha sighed, "I'm kicking you out."
"What? Why?" Brian asked angrily.
Samantha studied his face and recognized flashes of anger, hurt and pain. "I love Jack." She hesitated for a minute, "I'm sorry. You, didn't do anything wrong. You were good to both me and Finn and I will always love you for that."
Brian stayed silent, thinking deeply. "Fine. I'll leave. But this is bullshit. You can't lead me along for months knowing you love him. You know what? Thank you Samantha. Thank you for throwing me out of your life because you know what? I don't want it. I don't want to hear your whining anymore. I don't want to be stuck in this damn house with you anymore." Brian shouted.
Samantha buried her head in her hands, guilty for causing Brian pain but at the same time knowing in her heart that she couldn't live without Jack anymore.
Brian threw his things into boxes angrily and, taking a backpack, suitcase and a box of belongings, slammed out of the house.
"How did he react?" Jack asked.
"Badly." Samantha sighed.
"I'm sorry. Do you want to get something to eat?" Jack offered kindly.
"Sure, give me a few minutes to get ready and I'll have to call a babysitter." Samantha said, digging in her purse to pull out her address book.
"Ok, I'll see you there." Jack said, hanging up the phone and smiling to himself.
"Hey." Samantha said, sitting down at the table.
"Hi." Jack smiled.
"So what do you think?" Samantha asked, looking over the menu.
"I think I will take two portions of Samantha Spade… one for here and one to go." Jack teased.
Samantha smiled and thought about how great it was to finally be with the man she truly loved. "I think we can probably arrange that. Would you like that order with sugar or spice?"
"How about a little bit of both?" Jack asked, leaning over and kissing Samantha gently.
Brian stared through the window of the restaurant and watched Jack and Samantha kiss. He clenched his fists together. You're going to pay for this one Spade.
"Good morning." Danny smiled, sauntering into the office.
"What's up Taylor?" Martin asked, the boys exchanging a high five.
"So our missing person for the day is Abbey Holester. Twenty five years old, married, no kids. Seen last night at about eleven o'clock at a diner in Soho." Danny recited.
"What do you think?" Martin asked.
"Well according to this, her neighbors regularly call the police… noise complaints." Danny said.
"Abuse?" Martin asked.
Danny shrugged and tacked Abbey's picture to the board.
"And that's the last time you heard from her?" Samantha asked.
"Yes, but I had a dream last night, there was a flower, and it told me that Abbey is alive and hiding in Afghanistan." The eccentric old lady whispered.
Samantha smiled, "Alright, thank you for your help Mrs. Brownrigg.
"Look in Afghanistan! That's where you'll find her!" Mrs. Brownrigg called after her.
Samantha got to her car and groaned when she saw a piece of paper sticking out from under her windshield, looking very much like a ticket.
Samantha opened it up and read the note.
Watch your back
Samantha frowned, tucked the note into her purse and started the drive back to the office.