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Midas Touch – Part 7
Jerry leaned against the wall in Frank's office with an amused look on his face. They had been due to leave the station half an hour ago but Sam was refusing to leave. He was currently wearing a hole in the carpet pacing frantically backwards and forwards, his hair sticking up in all directions as a result of continually running his hands through it.
"Is there any chance that you can leave for your undercover op now?" Frank asked trying hard to hide the smile that was threatening to break out on his face as Sam looked at his cell for the umpteenth time in the last thirty minutes.
"Five more minutes, Frank, then we'll head out," Sam replied before he resumed his pacing. After a few moments, Sam abruptly stopped, threw the door open and charged towards the coffee station. He ripped the cup out of Oliver's hand before Oliver had got the chance to even think about pouring his coffee.
"Hey!" Oliver protested as he turned around to face a frantic looking Sam.
"What are you doing here?" Sam shouted
"Okay, 'cause you're my friend I'm going to let that slide. Now try asking again. Nicely considering its only 5:30am!"
Sam was about to ask again when a thought occurred to Oliver, "Sammy why are you here? You were meant to go under at five."
"Oliver, why are you here, I thought you were meant to be picking a fare up at six?" Sam asked, his eyebrows rose questioningly.
"Oh they moved the time," Oliver said nonchalantly. Then it dawned on Oliver, "Sam, I'm so sorry. I thought Boyd would have told you."
Sam spun on his heel and headed to Frank's office
"We're going under at seven," Sam told him.
"You mean I could have had an extra two hours in bed with Traci!" Jerry protested.
"At least you got to be in bed with Traci, besides blame Boyd not me," with that Sam left the office leaving the door wide open.
"A hundred that they are living together in three months," said Frank.
"Two hundred and I say two months," Jerry replied upping the ante.
Oliver popped his head around the door. "Can anyone get in on this and are we going from the start of the op or when they get back from being undercover?"
"Money where your mouth is, Shaw," Jerry grinned at his friend's enthusiasm.
"Two hundred and I say a month," Oliver countered.
"I'll go two hundred and say less than a week from when they get out from undercover," Noelle interjected as she entered Frank's office.
"Are we doing this in an official capacity as in when one of them puts the change of address form in?" Frank asked the room.
"I think that's fair," agreed Noelle and they all nodded as they watched Sam leave the locker room, grab a coffee and then head back into the locker room. They watched as one of the new rookies went to enter the locker room and then almost ran out again closing the door firmly behind him.
"Well I better get going and pick McNally up so we can do a change of shift," said Oliver chuckling as he left. As Oliver walked by the new rookie he patted his shoulder, "Don't worry about it, son, he's been worse."
Sam was now pacing in the locker room. He needed that phone call from Andy to reassure himself that she was safe and to let her know that she would be seeing him tonight.
Sam was not the only one pacing the floor that morning. Dave was wearing the souls of his Gucci loafers, with his pacing. He was just not sure about how to handle Ruthie. He liked the girl and knew that she had fallen on hard times. She had to take the job at the club to keep that waste of space boyfriend of hers in drink and drugs and to keep a roof over their heads. Lately Dave had noticed a change in Ruthie. She was putting on a bit more of a show than normal and going through Andy's purse was not acceptable but at the same time she was a hard worker and the customers liked her. Dave paused and turned towards the door when he heard a sharp knock.
"Ruthie, come in," Dave motioned for her to take a seat. Ruthie threw herself down on to the sofa and stretched out her long shapely legs, she was still wearing her gold hot pants even though she was meant to be in her street clothes.
"Ruthie, explain to me why you were in Andy's purse and what is your problem with Andy"
Ruthie looked sullen as she answered. "I was trying to find out why you hired her and why she now has your table, that's always been in my section?"
"Ruthie it's not up to you who I hire and why. This is my club, I know you wanted your friend to get the job but she wasn't suitable and Andy is an old friend that needed to work."
"Simon," Ruthie stated
Dave nodded "Ruthie it's not my story to tell, talk to Andy she's a nice person she'll do anything for anyone just give her a chance. The reason I have her covering my section is Simon but you are not to repeat that okay?" Ruthie nodded "Good I don't want to have this conversation again with you Ruthie or to be more precise there will be no discussion next time; you are straight out of the door!"
Ruthie nodded, stood and walked out; she huffed past Crystal as she walked away from Dave's office. Crystal closed the door behind her as she entered Dave's office and perched herself on the desk in front of Dave who was sat in his office chair with his head in his hands.
"Why does she do it?"
Crystal smiled, "To get your attention Dave, she would like you to whisk her away from all this!" She swept her arm around to indicate she meant the club.
Dave looked astonished at Crystal's revelation. "Are you trying to tell me that she wants me to ask her out?"
Crystal smiled and moved forward to rest her hand on Dave's shoulder. "I think she is interested in more than a date," Crystal winked as she made a move to stand up and head out. Before she could move away Dave grabbed her wrist and looked up at her
"You know I wouldn't don't you?" a sad smile formed on Crystal's face, "You would Dave if Andy was interested," Dave dropped Crystal's wrist and watched her retreating form. It had always been Dave's rule never to date any of the girls from the club it was a rule that he had only broken once and that had resulted in his broken heart. He had never got over her.
Sam nearly leapt out of his skin when his phone buzzed in his hand.
"Hey," he heard her soft voice and he let out a breath that he hadn't realised he had been holding.
"Hey you. How are you?"
"Normal, tired, feet hurt, back hurts and I'm missing you."
"Not long now before I arrive."
"When do you get here?" Sam made the decision not to tell her about his imminent arrival. He wanted to surprise her that night at the club and had arranged to meet with Dave in his office. He would make sure he would use the back entrance to the club, heading for Dave's office avoiding the girls and the clients. He would then make his entrance with Dave, carrying out their business at his table. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw him. He couldn't wait to see her.
"Not long Andy, then after we make up we can be together," he said quietly.
"How long do we have to wait before we can make up?"
"Frank says a week."
"Sammmmmm," She drew his name out in a tone that meant it was a good thing he couldn't see her because he would given in straight away, because he had no defences against the face that he knew accompanied that tone of voice.
"I know, Andy, I know but just think that when we have made up we can…" Sam let the sentence trail off as he heard Oliver shout that they were at her apartment.
"I have to go now. I'll speak to you tomorrow?" she asked him
"Yea of course, I miss you."
"You too."
"Bye," Sam hung up the phone and looked at it. It was now seven am by eleven pm tonight Sam would have a visual on her.
Sam stalked into Frank's office.
"Well what are we waiting for; we can't wait around here all day?" Sam picked up the designer suitcase he had been given the day before and stalked out of Frank's office.
Jerry and Frank looked at one another. "Look after yourself Jerry and make sure that he stays out of trouble,"
"I'll try but I can tell you now all bets are off when McNally is involved, he'll do anything to keep her safe."
Frank just nodded and followed Jerry out towards the Limo that was now going to be their mode of transport, Jerry laughed when he saw the driver.
"Change of cap, Ollie?"
"Just get your skinny ass in the car, Barber and don't get used to it your driver is sick today that's why you have a temp."
Jerry just smiled as he settled into the back with Sam.
"So, Simon here we go."
"Yep, Tom let's go and catch us some bad guys."
When they arrived at the apartment block Sam was due to be live in both Jerry and Oliver let out a low whistle. Oliver got out of the car going to the trunk, lifting out his bags and carrying them into the foyer of the building, following Sam and Jerry.
Sam walked confidently into the foyer, tugging on his suit jacket to straighten it, he approached the Porter who was sitting behind a desk; the man looked up at Sam when he finally noticed him waiting.
"I'm Simon Beaufort. I've just brought the Penthouse Suite," Sam stated looking at the Porter intently, enjoying the way the man jumped to his feet before replying, a blush crossing his face.
"Hi, Mr Beaufort," The Porter stuttered "I'll arrange for your bags to be brought up to your room immediately. I hope that you'll find everything to your standard."
"Thank you. Have my removal men already arrived?"
"Yes, Sir they are up there now."
"Thank you. What's your name?"
"Mike, Sir I'm the day porter and Harry is the night porter."
"Good to know. This is Tom Harris; you are just to let him straight up to my apartment at all times. Anyone else, call me first and either Tom or myself will give the okay even if it's the take away guy. Do I make myself clear?" Sam asked in an authoritive voice.
"Yes, Sir," Mike replied and showed Sam and Jerry towards the elevator that went directly to the penthouse.
Sam tipped Mike a hundred and headed into the express elevator.
Jerry whistled as the lift elevator doors opened into a marble lobby, the door to the penthouse was just in front of them. When they opened the door and walked inside they found themselves in a second marble lobby, an ornate fountain situated in the middle, water cascading rhythmically into the pool that surrounded it.
"Are those fish in there?" Jerry asked.
Sam looked in and grinned, "Yep, how the other half live!"
They entered the main living area which was open plan with floor to ceiling windows and a wide spiral staircase in the middle that led up to the second floor and the bedrooms. The living room was decorated in creams and chocolate browns not to dissimilar to Sam's own home. The kitchen was to the right, it was ultra modern with stainless steel appliances and black marble worktop with black gloss cupboards, not to Sam's taste but he wasn't planning on using it. Jerry found the remote for the TV and was in awe as the screen for the projection TV dropped down.
"Man do you realise how much one of these things cost? Traci would never let me have one!" Jerry lamented.
Sam chuckled realising that his best friend was hopelessly in love with Traci, "You asking her soon?"
"Asking who, what?" Jerry replied a look of confusion on his face.
"Asking Traci to marry you?"
Jerry smiled at Sam, "Already did this morning before we left, she said yes, but we are not telling anyone until we get back so that she can tell Andy first. Her ring is on a chain around her neck."
Sam clapped Jerry on the back. "Congratulations man, I'm really pleased for you."
Jerry was about to reply when his phone buzzed, he pulled out his phone and quickly pressed a key before speaking, "Hi."
"You coming down so I can take you to your apartment? I have a warm bed and a comfy wife waiting for me at home"
"Don't you mean a comfy bed and a warm wife?"
"Look Jerry either way I want to go home and get into bed with my wife. I am doing this on my day off," Oliver lamented.
"Great you have Zoe to go home to and Sam will soon have McNally to keep him warm and I don't know when I get to see Traci again," Jerry grumbled.
"I'll buy you a blow up doll and a hot water bottle, just get down here," Oliver demanded.
"Ollie is getting a bit stressed, must not have eaten for the last twenty minutes, so I'm going to go. I'll be back here at half six tonight, so we can head over to the club."
"Six thirty is good. See you later"
Jerry left and Sam explored the rest of the apartment. The liquor cabinet was well stocked including very expensive single malt that Sam normally only got to taste on high days and holidays. Maybe this wouldn't be too challenging. Just twelve hours and he'd see Andy and in seven days he'd be able to officially pull her into his arms and kiss her…
