}{~Seas of Change~}{

"Are you ready?" I ask softly and look to my right at Saul in his nice Italian silk suit. Danny had told me to make sure Saul was alright, to make sure he was going to go through with his part, but I felt like I was talking down at him in a way.

"Samantha..." Saul's tone warns me not to ask that question again and I smile softly at him, nodding my head. I was grateful that he was put together because God knows I wasn't.

"Okay. That makes one of us..." I pat his arm gently and look back out the window of the car we were in as it pulls up to the Bellagio. I look around at all the people and swallow the lump in my throat, nervousness overcoming me. I was 'The Creationist'. I created persona's for others, never for myself, but here I was about put one of my most recent creations to use.

I watch as the car door opens beside me and a hand lies before my face, waiting for me to take. I don't want to. I really don't want to, but slowly I reach out my hand and take Turk's, gripping it tightly. He helps me stand and I look around, feeling nervousness overcome me.

"We're here Misses Zerga." He smiles and shuts the door behind me, letting my hand go. I straighten out the revealing black dress I was wearing and take a deep breath. My heart beat unsteadily and my hands shook slightly. Turk opens the trunk of the car and looks over at me, laughing a little at my expression, "Since when do you get stage fright?"

"Always." I look over at him and go to say something more, but shut my mouth tightly. I examine Turk in his black suit, the one I had picked out for him and Virgil. They were playing bodyguards today and needed to look the part.

"Hey Virg?" Turk calls to his brother and then whispers to him.

"Really?" Virgil asks and looks over at me. He whispers something back to Turk and then nods his head, walking off. Turk walks over to me, taking off his dark sunglasses and placing them in the front pocket of his black suit.

"You alright?" He asks gently, looking at me as though confused with my behavior. To everyone else I was the outgoing, laughing, blonde, who always volunteered to do whatever came along without questions. That was when I knew everyone and they knew me, but this, here, was far out of my comfort zone. I knew not one of these people and they didn't know me and to make it even worse I had to pretend to be someone else; someone who never existed at all.

"I make persona's, not play them Turk..." I whisper, trying to keep my eyes off of all the people around us. My eyes lock with several people who were staring at me and whispering amongst each other. I look to the ground and shake my head, "Everyone's staring at me..."

"Yeah they are. Because you're smoking hot Sam." Turk gives a small laugh and crosses his arms, staring at me as if it was the easiest thing to understand. If it had been another time I would have hugged him for the compliment, but not this time. I was too frazzled.

"Turk, I can't pull this off. I just...I can't." Turk drops his arms and rubs a hand over his mouth. I could see he was trying to think of what to say, the right words to put together to help me, but was coming up short.

"Okay, think of this as a play. You're basically just lying. That's all acting is really. You can act." Turk suggests and gives a shrug.

"I can't lie worth crap...!" I hiss and rock my right leg on the heel of the shoes I wore, "...and I can't act either...!"

"Then think of it as one of your concerts." Turk tries again as Virgil starts unloading the trunk, taking one piece of luggage out at a time and setting it on the ground.

"I can't..." I whisper. Turk looks to Virgil and then takes one of my hands, leading me away from the bustling.

"Why not?" Turk's eyebrows knit together in question and I feel myself rocking on my heels more.

"Because at concerts I loose myself in the music and I keep my eyes closed until the end." I explain, taking a deep breath as I feel my stomach churning.

"Wait, what do you mean you 'loose yourself' in the music?"

"I'm constantly thinking of each note I'm about to play next. I see it almost." I respond and look at all the people around, noticing them looking at me and whispering.

"Hum one of your songs."

"What...!" I stare at him as if he was crazy. He wants me to hum now? Of all times? I was having a near panic attack and I was supposed to hum for him?

"Hum a song." Turk returns with and notices I still wasn't understanding, "Alright look, you hum a song and think of the next move you're going to make here. The next move Sonya is going to take."

"I don't know..." I whisper and start to cross my arms over my chest in a familiar habit of security. Turk catches me by the wrists and holds them between us. I stare into his stormy blue eyes and swallow hard, "I feel like I'm gonna pass out."

"You're not going to pass out, Sam." Turk assures me and moves his hands from around my wrists to hold my hands.

"Hey! Are we going?" Turk and I look to Virgil, who stood with Saul and the luggage, "Come on you two sick love birds! Confess your deepest, darkest love for each other later!"

"If you ever speak like that again, Virgil Malloy, you will not wake up the following morning." Saul's deep voice spoke up as he stared down at Virgil hard. I couldn't help, but give a small smile. I look back at Turk as he shakes my hands a little.

"Sonya Zerga doesn't get nervous. Sam can. It's kinda cute for her, but Sonya doesn't even know what that word means. She's frigid and a bitch. She's..." Turk gives a small shrug, searching for the right word. I feel a small smile on my lips, knowing he's right and knowing that I could easily screw this entire job up if I didn't get a grip on myself right this moment.

"She's what?" I encourage, feeling my nerves calming down.

"She's everything you're not." Turk finishes his sentence and all I can do is blink a few times. I tried to register what he had said in my head and knit my eyebrows together in the process.

"Was that supposed to help me or make me feel bad?" I ask finally, not knowing how to take it.

"It sounded right in my head." Turk admits sheepishly. I nod my head slowly, closing my eyes and taking the deepest breath I ever had.

"Okay. You're right. Let's do this." I let go of my breath and look back at him. He gives me that charming cocky smile of his and takes one of his hands from mine, placing it against my cheek. I feel my stomach flip as my face grew warm. My mind suddenly goes blank.

"I know since you're such a sweetheart that this will be more then usual for you, but just keep breathing and think about the next move. We're all here with you too." He brushes a stray hair from my face and lets his hand drop. I was confused. I had been feeling completely nervous, but now there was a strange feeling in my chest, an almost tickle sensation. My belly didn't feel so sick with fear anymore either and my hands were tingling. I quickly look to the ground and feel my breathing unsteady.

"A-alright..." I whisper, pulling my hands from him and straightening myself. I try to imagine myself as Sonya; the beautiful, powerful, and rich narcissist.

"I'm right here with you, Sam." Turk speaks softly as I toss my hair back over my shoulders and look back at him. He smiles and stares back at me, "Ready Misses Zerga?"

"Yes." I answer in my best Russian accent and smile.

"I can't believe you divorced me for Saul. I'm way cuter." Turk laughs lightly, trying to lighten my mood. I smile softly and move a little closer, placing my red tipped fingers on his tie. I straighten it and then flattening his lapel out, smoothing it.

"You know Turk...t'is look suits you." I pat his tie gently against his chest and then kiss his cheek gently. I pull back and mouth a thank you before walking passed him, confidently as I imagined Sonya would do.

"Okay, either I really do look good or you can act. Which is it?" Turk calls out as I take Saul's arm and we start to walk up the steps of The Bellagio.

"You v'ill never know." I return and look back at him, giving him a smirk. He and Virgil follow behind with our bags as I sway my hips seductively and narrow my eyes a little, trying to create the sultry look that I perceived Sonya having if she were real. I try not to look at the people that stare at us as we head through the main hall. I know they were whispering about the four of us, but right now my mind was set on the goal of today's mission.

We walk through the casino, stopping for no one and head into the lounge. I spot Linus and Rusty at a table, figuring they were checking up on Benedict. I spot Rusty's smirk towards me and all I can do is give him a cold gaze and keep the meaningful walk beside Saul.

"May I help you?" The lady at the front desk of the hotel asks.

"Reservations; Zerga." I answer and stare at her with no interest. She looks down at the computer before her while I look around the place nonchalantly. I hear the lady's nails as she types into the computer, searching for the reservations Rusty was supposed to have made for us.

"Um, how do you spell your name?" The lady asks as I look back at her with a snooty look.

"Zerga; Z-E-R-G-A." I answer slowly, trying to make it appear in my voice and expression that I thought she was an imbecile. The lady quickly went back to her computer again, her fingers typing away as fast as she could.

"Yes, alright. You have suite 11-20. Here's your keys." I look at the two keys she places on the counter and take them, giving her a forced sweet smile.

"Spasibo." I take the keys and we begin to walk away. We head into the casino floor and passed the slot machines where we knew Benedict was at this time in the day. I spot him off to my right and quickly look him up and down, sending a smirk his way as we passed on by. We headed out of the floor and to the elevators at the other side.

"Sam?" I freeze at the use of my name. I swallow hard and keep my gaze forward on the elevator doors, praying that whoever had called it left me alone, "Sam? Is that you?"

"Back off." I hear Virgil speak in English, but with a Russian accent.

"You back off. Sam, it's me; Paolo." My heart stops as I continue to listen to the man. I knew the name and now the voice was familiar, "Come on Sam."

"Her name is Sonya. Back off." I hear Turk as he drops the bags he was carrying. I keep my gaze forward, knowing that if I turned around and it was Paolo DeLuca then I was finished. I would be made and then I couldn't go through with this job.

"Sam, come on. You know me. You used to date my brother; Marcello." The mention of the name sends a sharp pain through my chest. I feel Saul's grip on my arm tighten, trying to comfort me and help me keep my composure.

"Get him out of here." Saul commanded in Russian. I hear the bags drop from Virgil's arms and footsteps behind me.

"What are you doing? Get off! Let go of me!" Paolo called out as I heard him struggling against Turk and Virgil, "I'm going! Alright? I'm going."

All I can do is listen as I stared wide eyed at the elevator doors before me. The elevator doors open and Saul and I quickly walk inside, Turk and Virgil following closely behind with the bags. I slowly turn around and stare at Paolo as he walks away. He was as tall as I remembered, maybe the same height as Virgil, and had shaggy dark brown hair and brown eyes.

I spot Paolo turn around to look back at the elevators as the doors close. I was made. I knew it as we locked eyes. It was over for me.

The elevator doors shut tightly and slowly it began to rise. The ride was longer then I had thought and uneasy as Virgil and Turk questioned me about who Paolo was. I give small answers, not revealing any major details. I didn't want to talk about it. It was painful and all I wanted to do was forget. We walk in and close the door, locking it as tightly as we possibly could.

"Oh my God..." I breath out, letting my arm fall from Saul's as I walk further into the room and fall back into one of the couches.

"You did wonderful." Saul compliments me and walks into one of the other rooms. I look over at Turk and Virgil as they set the bags they had carried down.

"I feel so bad for the check in lady." I speak up after a moment. Virgil walks over to me and sits on the couch across from me.

"Don't. She probably gets it everyday." Virgil returns and I look over at him, my face showing him that he hadn't made me feel any better, "Don't worry."

I nod my head and lean forward, placing my elbows on my thighs as I lace my hands together in front of me. I look over towards the door and see Turk still standing there, hands in his suit pants pockets.

"Turk, want to sit down?" I ask with a small laugh, earning his attention. He shakes his head and gives a small 'no', looking around the main room of the suite. I knit my eyebrows together, finding his sudden behavior odd. I look over at Virgil and mouth to him, asking if Turk was alright. Virgil gives a shrug and looks over the back of the couch he sat on, staring at his brother.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks and I inwardly curse at him. Turk looks back over at us and shakes his head.

"Nothing. I just don't want to sit." He returns as Saul walks back out from the room he had gone into.

"Alright, now you three need to get back to the warehouse." Saul looks over at us, point to each of us.

"Not in these clothes I'm not." I reply and stand up from my seat, walking to where the bags had been left. I search through the one I knew held a change of clothes for me and pulled them out. I walk into the bedroom in the back and close the door. I throw the dress in a nearby chair and walk to the bedroom door, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I stop at the door and slowly finish my ponytail, trying to listen to the voices in the next room.

I could tell it was Turk and Virgil arguing, but somehow it seemed different then the other times. It reminded me of the warehouse when they had talked about saying something to someone, but the fact that Rusty had been standing there deterred them from doing it. I can't exactly hear any of it just bits and pieces like:

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"Just do it!"

"No, I can't!"

"Stop being a girl!"

It didn't make any sense to me; at all. I shake my head and unlock the door, stepping out into the main room. Virgil and Turk's conversation stops abruptly like the last time as they both give me the same sheepish look.

"Is everything alright with you two?" I ask, closing the door behind me. They look at each other and nod before looking back at me and telling me yes. I nod my head slowly, their answers being far less then convincing, "Okay...are we ready to leave?"

"Uh yeah I think so." Virgil speaks up and looks to Turk beside him, "Ready Turk?"

Turk looks at his brother and mumbles something. I lick my lips, feeling like an outsider and decide to just walk passed them out the door of the suite. They quickly follow behind me and we head out of The Bellagio, heading for the warehouse to help finish setting up the vault replica.