Title: Partners In Crime
Author: Nicky
Rating: Mostly PG-13, might be some elements of R later
Summary: Someone from Jason's past needs his help. Will Sam's refusal to leave his side put her in danger? This story is set late 2005 or so.

Author Notes: Written November 2005

Disclaimer: Standard one applies. These characters don't belong to me, blah blah blah.


PARTNERS IN CRIME
Chapter 1


Searching quickly for an answer, the raven haired beauty tucks an errant strand of her locks behind her ear to stall for time. She didn't prepare for this scenario, getting caught that is. It was supposed to be easy. Flirt her way inside and create a diversion, allowing her partner in crime to do what needs to be done. Getting inside had been the easy part, her stunning looks an advantage. But sometimes she wonders if she's too stunning. Too unforgetable. Because once she got inside, she couldn't manage to blend in.

"I'll ask again, Miss. What are you doing back in these halls? Mr. Walsh's private offices are back here. No one is allowed back here," the guard says, his tone threatening and his hand tightening it's grip on her arm.

"I got lost looking for the ladies room," she lies, seeing immediately that he doesn't believe her.

"Right," he says sarcastically, his attention turning away for a moment when a second guard brings him a piece of paper. His face gets redder and angrier as he reads it and she somehow know she's been caught. It's time to retreat.

"Obviously, I made a wrong turn some where along the way," she says, trying to pull away from the man's strong grasp. "Why don't I just go now. No harm done, right?"

The man doesn't say another word. Instead he just drags her off to a room further down the hall, tossing her inside and locking the door.

"You can't do this," she screams, banging on the door. "Let me out of here. If you don't, you'll be sorry."

"I don't think threats will work."

She turns around at the familiar voice and is both relieved, yet disappointed to see her best friend. She was hoping the younger woman had gotten away.

"I can't just sit here and do nothing," she sighs before turning back to bang on the door.

"Hey, you big lug. You can't just lock us in here. Do you have any idea who I am?"

She jumps back when the door slams open to prevent it from hitting her and huddles in the corner near her friend. An impeccably dressed man with graying hair enters, a small smirk dancing on his lips.

"We know exactly who you are. Most importantly, we know exactly who your husband is . . . Mrs. Morgan. I think he'll be interested in making a deal for your safe return. The both of you," the man says, giving both women an appreciative look. "I must say, he certainly has good taste in lovers. I'm sure you two are worth a lot to him."

The man, whom she knows from her research to be Mr. Walsh, turns to leave after giving them one last look. The creepy gleam in his eyes give them both the chills and makes them cling closer to each other.

"How did he know about you being married to Jason, Brenda? Or about me being involved with him?"

Brenda Barrett looks at her friend and grabs her hand, squeezing it for her own comfort as much as anything else.

"Maybe they got our fingerprints or something and used the computer to find out who we were," Brenda shrugs. "Who knows how these guys find their information out. But I'm afraid this has suddenly gotten bigger than either of us can handle, Robin."

Robin Scorpio nods in agreement. She should have known something was wrong with the way Mr. Walsh was so eager to invest in her medical research. It wasn't until she heard the rumors of what he intended on doing with it did she realize his nefarious plans. So she convinced Brenda to help her take it back. And now thanks to her, they're both being held hostage and will probably be used to force Jason and Sonny into some illegal deal they previously turned down.

"I really hate that Jason's involved now. I haven't seen him in over a year and this happens. What if he doesn't even care, Brenda? What if he cares more about his business than he does us?"

"That won't happen," Brenda assures her. "Didn't you tell me that he had divorced his wife? Probably because he couldn't get over you, my dear."

"I doubt that," Robin laughs.

"How would you know? It was his grandmother's funeral. Not exactly the time for him to try to hook up with you again. But I'm sure the next time he sees you, it'll be as if you two were never apart."

"He did seem pretty happy to see me," Robin notes. "Perhaps there's hope for us after all. If he comes to resuce me, that means he really cares, right?"

"That's right, Girl. Don't give up on him. You better go for it once he rescues us. Because if you don't, I will. Jason was the best husband I ever had," Brenda giggles.

"Hey, now! Jason's mine. And don't you forget it."

The two women laugh for a few moments before the reality of their situation hits them. Neither of them want to think of the possibility of Jason not coming for them. Neither of them want to think of just how dangerous a man this Mr. Walsh is if he has dealings with Jason and Sonny. They just sit and pray that Jason comes quickly.

Robin can already picture the reunion in her mind. This time, she's determined to not let Jason go. No matter what the obstacle, she's convinced they'll be able to overcome it.

But then again, she never counted on an obstacle named Sam McCall.

Sam lays back, a self satisfied look on her face as Jason tries desperately to catch his breath.

"Wow," he gasps, laughing at loud at the way his heart is pounding in his chest. "That was . . ."

"I know," she grins, wagging her eyebrows at him, understanding why he's at a loss for words.

"No, seriously, Sam. I think what we just did might very well be illegal in six states."

She simply shrugs, leaning over to kiss him and is very surprised when he starts responding again to her.

"You can't get enough, can you," she purrs into his ears, the warmth of her breath making him shiver.

"Never," he groans. He lets out a low growl and flips her over on the bed until he's on top of her. "You've had your fun. Now it's my turn."

She tilts her head back to give him more room as he places gentle bites along the column of her neck and then soothes them with his moist tongue.

"Don't stop there," she begs as his hands began to wander, stopping in a place that causes her breath to hitch. His eager fingers begin to make her squirm just as the phone starts to ring, bringing a few inventive curses from them both.

"Just ignore it," he says. She gratefully agrees as he continues what he was doing before. But before they can get things started again, a pounding at the door stops them again.

"Must be Sonny or Carly," she sighs in disappointment, pushing him off of her. She gets out the bed and grabs his t-shirt from the floor to put on. She can't hide her smile at the rips near the collar, caused by their zeal to get it off of him.

Jason pulls on his pants and runs down the stairs, the anger and frustration evident on his face. When he pulls the door open, Sonny actually takes a step back when he sees what kind of mood he's in.

"Am I interrupting?" Sonny asks, his eyes travelling to Sam as she descends the stairs. When he takes in their appearance, it becomes all too apparent that he did indeed interrupt . . . and just what it is he interrupted. It's no wonder to him why Jason is so pissed. "Sorry, but this can't wait. It's business."

They both look over at Sam and she just nods, understanding completely their need for privacy. She walks over to Jason, wraps her arms around him and kisses him deeply and thoroughly for a long moment. Sonny turns his head away, his cheeks stained in a flush.

"Don't keep me waiting too long," she whispers, giving him one last peck on the cheek before sauntering upstairs. Her hips sway from side to side more than usual and both men find it impossible to keep their eyes off of her until she disappears from view.

"I really am sorry," Sonny sighs, finally focusing his attention back on Jason. "I don't think either of you are going to be happy with the job I've got for you."

"Could it possibly wait like, I don't know," Jason says looking desperately towards the stairs. "Like another hour?"

"I feel your pain, Buddy. Believe me," Sonny laughs. "But no. This is pretty serious. If it were only about business, I'd handle it myself. But innocent lives are at stake, Jason. And I can't risk them getting hurt."

"What's going on?" Jason asks, instantly concerned.

"Langford Walsh. Remember him?"

"He's the one who tried to get us to agree to that deal moving his high grade lab created drugs, right?"

"Yeah," Sonny nods. "He has some sort of connection to the medical field where he could get the stuff, but was having a hard time selling it in this area. You ran him out of town about three years ago."

"So what does he want now?"

"He thinks we'll reconsider. And in exchange, he'll set his so called 'houseguests' free."

"He's got hostages? Who? And why would we care?" His mind quickly tries to come up with who Walsh could be holding, but he can only breath a sigh of relief that it isn't Sam. He can't think of who else he'd risk business for.

"It's Brenda. And Robin."

"Why those two?" he wonders aloud. "It would make sense for him to grab Carly or Sam. Maybe even Reese. But Brenda and Robin? I'm not saying their safety isn't important, but it doesn't make sense for Walsh to take them."

"I know it doesn't, Jason. But we can't risk anything happening to them. We made promises not to let our lifestyle hurt them. And it looks like it has. I need you to go and get them. No deals with Walsh. He's lucky he even lived the last time he encountered us. If he gives you any trouble, don't extend the same mercy."

Jason just nods and leads the man to the door after Sonny promises to have the details of the assignment messengered over. He looks up towards the bedroom and lets out a disappointed sigh. Sam's definitely not going to like this. Not at all.

To be continued . . .