10.

Sam woke up with Jason wrapped tightly against her body. He was pressed against her back, his arms and legs tossed carelessly over her body. She smiled, remembering how good it felt to be with him last night. This wasn't another airport encounter where he'd disappear again, they were married this time, and the ring on the finger ensured it. She held it up in the light, studying it. It seemed so weird that she was married to a man she knew less than a short weekend. Although, he did seem to have excellent taste in jewelry.

"It looks good on your finger," Jason announced nuzzling the nape of her neck affectionately.

Sam smiled back at him, "Well, you do have excellent taste." She teased, "In both women and rings."

He laughed, tightening his grip. "I think we should make it a rule that every morning, we have to make love before climbing out of bed."

Sam laughed, shifting herself to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I didn't know marriage had rules considering sex."

"I think they should," He drew her against him. "Otherwise I'll spend the entire day distracted by wanting to make love with you."

She laughed, "So in order to stay focused, you need some Mini-Sam."

"Exactly," he said with flourish.

"With a request like that, how could I refuse?" She pulled her against him.

A little while later, Sam pushed herself away from his chest to glance at the clock. She needed to get into the office. So with a sigh, she slid out of bed. "I have to get some work done."

He glanced at the clock, "Yeah, I'm sure Sonny has some things that need my attention."

Sam turned back and glanced at him, "Okay we both know you work for the mob and you are a target from our enemies." Jason looked like he was going to say something, but Sam held up a hand. "I'm not telling you to change Jason. I am a big girl and you've seen first hand that I can take very good care of myself."

He pulled her between his legs, "You definitely can handle yourself in a gunfight."

"But my question is, I'm your wife now. Am I going to become a target too?'

He sighed, "I wish I could tell you the answer was no, but sometimes our enemies use people close to us to make statements." He admitted. "I'll do my best to keep you save . . ."

She placed a single finger against his lips, "I have a dangerous profession. I've been stabbed by jealous husbands, shot once by a pissed off wife, and beaten several times by white collared criminals. I'm sure your job is equally dangerous."

He smiled, "I see the point. But if I know there is a threat to you, I'm putting guards on you."

She shrugged, "Hey, as long as they bring plenty of coffee to the stake out, I'm alright with that."

They both laughed.

Sam entered her office and sank down into her chair. She glanced around at the files that needed her attention and knew it was going to be a very busy day. She had to break the news to three clients on cheating spouses' cases, figure out who was siphon money out of a trust fund on another, and do recon work on another one. But she got into this business because she enjoyed the rush and the excitement each new case brought.

For the first half of the morning, she confirmed the cheating spouses' cases, closing the files and putting them away. Next she spent a couple of hours trying to track down the embezzler, but the guy or girl was very good at covering their tracks. She was just about to leave the office, when Elizabeth Webber, Eliz-crabs walked in.

"I don't have time for this," Sam admitted, placing her gun into her waistband and strapping her knife on her leg.

"Then you don't have to talk, just listen." She continued. "Jason belongs to me. I don't know what you did to get him to marry you, but you're going to be filing for a divorce."

Sam laughed, "And why in the hell would I do that. Jason and I make a great team, in and out of bed."

She turned a funny shade of red, but composed herself. "Jason is my friend and we are going to be together. If you don't file for a divorce, I will inform him all about Nico Dane and Bill Monroe." She threatened. "See, I've done my homework and you are nothing but a piece of conning trash. Either you divorce Jason, or I spill your secrets."

She turned and left the office, Sam sinking down into her chair worried.

oooOOOooo

Jason entered the warehouse, stopping next to Spinelli and Sonny. "I got your message."

Sonny glared at Jason, "I called five hours ago."

Jason shrugged, "Sonny, technically I'm still on a honeymoon."

Sonny frowned, "But with Elizabeth, you didn't want a honeymoon."

Jason smiled, "Yeah but Sam is definitely no Elizabeth."

All three of the men laughed. Then they got down to work.