Another short chapter.

She pulled up at a warehouse not too far from pier 52. Jason had advised her to meet him there so they could talk for a little bit before the shipment. When she got out of the car, though, there was no sign of her partner what-so-ever. She locked her car and slowly walked into the warehouse, looking carefully for enemies. According to Sonny and Jason, it was almost guaranteed that one of their enemies, whether Faith Roscoe or Lorenzo Alcazar, was going to put a hit on this shipment. She really didn't want for this assignment to cost her her life.

Worst than that, though, was that she hadn't seen Jason since the kiss yesterday. She couldn't. The tension, sexual tension, between them was palpable and that kiss had sure added to that. Knowing how good it felt would only make her want it more, and that couldn't happen. She had decided the day before that, if something illegal was to happen at the shipment, she would hand it in to Mac as soon as possible. She needed to get off this job before Jason made his way into her heart with his blue eyes, and beautiful smile, and spiky blond hair and caring ways. Why couldn't the man be an emotionless jerk like the rest of the male population?!

Pushing those thoughts back and concentrating on the job at hand, she made her way to the door of the warehouse. Peering in quickly, she decided the place looked empty. Slowly, she went into the dark warehouse, keeping eyes and ears open for any sign of life. She continued to walk at a snails pace deeper into the dark room, feeling around with her hands for anything she might trip on. She didn't need a repeat of last time she was in a warehouse. Nope. She didn't need Jason's hands on her waist... again. She made her way to the far end of the warehouse. Then, she wiped off the dusty crate and sat down on it.

After a little while, she got bored and got back up and started walking back in the direction of the door. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness and she could make out some of the crates scattered around the room. Suddenly, she heard a noise. Turning around, she reached for the gun on her waistband. When she saw nothing, she turned back to where she was going. Then, she felt a hand grab her shoulder and another on her wrist. On instinct, she grabbed her gun and turned around, ready to shoot.

"Whoa! Sam!" said the voice on the man behind her. Instantly, she sighed in relief.

"Jason..." she said. "What the hell are you thinking?! I almost shot you!" she said, lowering her gun. What alarmed her more though, was how quickly her instincts kicked in and how close they had sent her to committing murder. Definitely not cop behavior.

"I wanted to make sure you were ready. These shootouts can be brutal and your instincts need to be good" he explained, his hand trailing from her shoulder down her arm.

"Did I pass?" she asked, trying not to shiver as his fingertips grazed her arm. He nodded. She smiled. "Good" He smiled back at her. He felt his hand continue to trail down her arm and grab her other wrist. She knew his intention, that was obvious, and every thought of stopping him went out the window when his lips touched hers in a slow kiss. She smiled as her lips moved against his, on instinct. After a while she pulled away, needing to breath.

"We need to go" she said softly, breathlessly. He nodded. Slowly, she turned away from him and led the way out the door.

Arriving at Pier 52, she noted the darkness and somberness of the area. Over the water, there were dark clouds. They cast an eerie glow on the already rather creepy area. Boats cast shadows throughout the water. The general atmosphere of the pier seemed so much different since the last shipment, almost as if it was set for something to go wrong. In the distance, you could see a ship coming directly towards the pier. She figured it was the one that carried the shipment they were expecting. She stood in silence, in the shadows of a nearby building. Jason stood across the alleyway from her, in the shadows of another building. Sharing a glance, they both nodded and turned back to the water, where the boat was getting closer.

Suddenly, when the boat was a mere thirty feet away from the dock, it exploded. Sharing a knowing glance. Both, backing away from their positions, faded deeper into the shadows. Turning around, Sam saw the glare of a gun pointed directly at her. The man looked familiar but she didn't know from where. No matter who he was though, he was holding a gun to her. She reached behind her for her gun with her left hand. Quickly switching it hands, she held it to the man, her finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

"Don't worry, Sam. I'm here for Morgan" said the voice. Hearing the man, whose voice she recognized as well, say he was after Jason set something off in her. She cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, for a minute, not caring who the man was.

At the sound of her gun going off, Jason turned around, instantly noticing the dead body at her feet. He nodded and she smiled, happy by his consent. Then, she saw a shadow lurking behind him, holding a gun and clearly about to shoot. Terror washing over her, her instinct was to scream.

"Jason!" she yelled. "Duck" Sure enough he did. Raising her gun again, she shot the man lurking in the corner square in the heart, killing him instantly. Jason stared up at her, eyes wide. Looking behind her, she made sure no one was there before running across the alley, straight to Jason. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"You killed him" said Jason, dodging the question. "Using my signature shot" he chuckled and, despite the situation, it seemed to be the best laugh she had ever heard.

"I did?" she asked. She knew she had killed the man, but she didn't know that a shot to the chest was his signature shot.

He nodded. "One single shot to the chest. They're dead instantly" he said. "Wait... You saved me" he added, as if the realization had just dawned on him. "And you killed two men. We need to get you out of here!" he said, only then noticing the lights of approaching sirens.

Quickly, he stood up, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. Then, running ahead of her, he dragged her away from the pier, in the direction opposite of where they had come from.

"Jason? Where are we going?" she asked as he continued to run down the dark 'road' between various abandoned buildings. Then, he came to a very abrupt stop, dragging her in between two buildings. "Jason?" she asked. Then, and only then, did she notice the motorcycle there. "No way" she mumbled as he took a helmet out of the back and handed it to her.

"Put it on" he ordered. She obliged and strapped the helmet on as he got onto the bike. "Get on behind me and hold on tight" he told her. She carefully climbed on and wrapped her arms around his waist. She could feel her chest press ot his back and she came to one conclusion. This will not end with going our separate way...

By the time they got to the Harbour View towers, her chest was practically glued to his back, her soft breasts pressing to his hard, muscular back. She couldn't help but allow her hands to graze his hard chest and she could feel the abs she already knew he had. She had completely forgotten about the events of that evening, about the two men she murdered. All she could think about was the man on the bike in front of her. All thoughts of being a cop had disappeared back at the pier. It was just her and Jason, the man who she was extremely attracted to. He came to a stop in the parking lot next to the apartment building. She knew she was going to be in his penthouse for the first time. And she was going to be alone with him. That realization made her heart beat faster, in fear and in excitement.

Her hands unwinded from around him and she slowly crawled off the bike, not wanting to lose the close contact with him. She was turned on from the ride and she couldn't, and wouldn't think about much else. He got off the bike and took her wrist in his hand, leading her into the building. He was walking faster than usual, and she had noticed. He walked into the lobby, nodding at a man who was looking at him, and went directly to the elevator. Impatiently, he pushed the up button and waited for the doors to open. When they did, he pulled her into the elevator. He was glad that the elevator was empty besides them, because as soon as the doors shut, he pressed her up against the wall, kissing her hard. She gave in at returned the kiss with the same passion, completely forgetting the she was Sammie to him. His tongue pushed into her mouth and hers battled with it in a sensual, passionate way. His hands ran up her arms to her neck then cheeks as hers moved up and down his back. Then, he abruptly pulled away.

"That's what you get for letting you hands roam" he told her, his voice low, husky and breathless. She grinned and nodded before he pressed his lips to hers in another, equally passionate kiss.

So, the next part is up to you guys. Do you want that to lead to sex or a little more tension and angry next in not the next chapter but that one after that? Either way, it will happen (and whatever makes the second potential love scene 'angry' will happen too).