Yall are not going to enjoy this lovebugs.

But this is the last time we see Jalen :), but I don't believe that will make yall happy.

It was the day of the charity event and Sam couldn't move on from what happened in Mercedes's office with Jalen. Sam was sick of Jalen's shit. It was becoming embarrassing, how do you have the balls to repeatedly keep asking you ex-wife for money when they all knew he didn't deserve it. So without telling Mercedes he decided to take matters into his own hands, he followed Jalen to his apartment and when he was absolutely sure that Jalen and his new girl was gone, Sam headed up to the building picked the lot, and sat down on one of the plush gray pillows and waited for Jalen.

About an hour late Jalen appeared in the house and dropped the grocery bags when he saw Sam sitting down.

"How in the hell did you get in here?" Jalen asked.

"The same thing I could ask you when you stormed into Jones Management?"

"I still have some pull over there," Jalen said.

"No, you don't not anymore. I thought I was very clear on what I expected from you Jalen. I was very clear that if you were to ever reappear in Mercedes's life there were going to be some issues. Not only did you reappear but you also called Mercedes out of her name in her own office. The office she worked hard on building while you screwed some skank. So give me one good reason why I shouldn't hurt your bitch ass right here right now."

"I'm sorry ok, my girl she has just been pressuring me to get the money for the baby, and when we found out that Mercedes had given out that information to the courts and the case was dropped she freaked on me and I freaked on her. Look, please I just want to put this whole ordeal behind me," Jalen squeaked out. Sam raised his eyebrows at the man and against his better judgment, he stood up and clocked Jalen in the stomach causing the latter to fall to the ground and roll up in a little ball.

"You will no longer meet Mercedes, talk to Mercedes hell even think about Mercedes, and if I find out that you had something to do with my baby being sad or angry again I will do much more than punch your sorry ass in the stomach," Sam gritted out. He stepped over Jalen and walked out of the apartment because after all, he did have an event to go to with his baby.

Mercedes was at her house getting ready when there was a vicious knock at the door. She looked at the camera app on her phone and saw a beaten and bruised Jalen. She raced over to the door and opened it and he was hunched over with black eyes and a bloody nose and all types of facial bruising.

"Jalen what the hell happened to you," She asked as she opened the door and helped him inside the kitchen.

"Don't act like you don't know," Jalen said weakly.

"I don't Jalen what happened, who did this to you?"

"Your boyfriend Mercedes. He came to my apartment and he attacked me, because of what happened at the office. Mercedes I am sorry, I really am, I was so angry, I never meant to scare you." Mercedes looked at him up and down and knew there was the only way for this to ever be over. Mercedes looked at the man before her and thought about the good times, then the bad times that led up to the divorce. She saw a glimpse of the man that he used to be and for some odd reason, a small portion of her felt bad. Her boyfriend kicked his ass, and now here he was at her apartment looking like he was in a boxing match. If Mercedes truly wanted him out of her life then she was going to have to suck it up and sell her integrity.

"I'll give you the money," Mercedes said as she looked straight ahead."

"Merce, you don't have to do this,"

"No, I do because the only way to keep you out of my life forever is to give you what you want. So tomorrow I am going to transfer the money to you and I expect you to stay the hell out of my life. You can see yourself out." Mercedes said. She left Jalen on the couch and walked to her room and to her bathroom. She finished getting dressed and heard the door shut. Then about fifteen minutes later Sam was ringing the doorbell. She went and opened it. He leaned in for a kiss and she moved out of the way.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked concerned as Mercedes went to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine.

"What's wrong? Sam what's wrong is that Jalen came in the house not too long ago with bruises all over his face saying that you did to him." Mercedes said angrily.

"Don't believe that selfish prick over me, Mercedes, you are better than that," Sam replied with the same attitude.

"SAM I TOLD YOU I COULD HANDLE IT!"

"BULLSHIT MERCEDES YOU WOULD'T HAVE HANDLED IT. He came into your fucking office screaming at you and if you truly think that I wasn't going to handle it then you are oddly mistaken. I am not going to let him come in your life and demand that you give him money, demand money that you worked your ass off for."

"Yeah, well it is too fucking late for that,"

"What?'

"I'm giving him the money. Regardless of how you feel I am giving him the money," Mercedes said.

"You are weak," Sam hissed out.

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

"WEAK! You put on this front that you are this hardass but the hardass I know the one I fell in love with would never give that bastard a fucking dime and yet here you are giving him money because you are weak. You fight people on whether or not should you eat, on who gets to do what, hell on whether or not you should take a fucking break but you can't fight him. You refuse to stand toe-to-toe with him because you are weak and you know it. If you truly trusted me, and if you truly believed in yourself you would have never given him a dime," Sam grunted out.

"Sam he came here with bruises, obviously you handled it when I asked you not to,"

"I punched him in his stomach that was it. All those bruises on his face are fucking fake or self-inflicted."

"Why would he lie to me about that,"

"The same reason he lied about the mistress,"

"I don't know why I thought this could ever work. I let my guard down with you and here I am regretting it all. You came into my life and wrecked everything. I was fine before you Sam."

"What the hell do you call fine Mercedes barely eating or having fun as you work your ass to the bone. You don't have anything but that damn business if you keep doing that,"

"Why don't you take your ass back to D.C., because I damn sure do not need you here," Mercedes hissed out.

"That's what you want? Fine then," Sam replied as he walked out of Mercedes's house and slammed the door behind. Mercedes closed her eyes and checked the time and noticed that if she didn't leave the house soon then she would be late. So she fixed her makeup and her outfit and left her apartment. When she arrived on the red carpet she became a robot. She gave robotic answers, her stance was robotic, she was going through the motions because her heart was breaking. She sent Sam away, she didn't fight for him, and now more than ever she was starting to regret it because Sam should be here with her. He should be taking the pictures with her and yet he wasn't. And it was all her fault.

After the event was over she headed to her office and did what she always did when things got hard. She started working. She slipped out her dress and into some comfy pajamas that she kept in the office and started working. In the midst of it all, she received a phone call from Kurt.

"Hey, where was Sam tonight?" He asked.

"We broke up," Mercedes replied.

"What why? Everything was fine at the meeting,"

"Kurt, I really don't feel like talking about this, ok I'll see you later," Without waiting for a response Mercedes hung up the phone and looked back at her computer. Then her vision became blurry with tears. She let out a loud cry and for the first time in forever she couldn't work she just cried. Because Mercedes knew she had royally fucked up.

When Sam made it back to his apartment he started packing up his bags. Now there was officially no reason to stay in Atlanta he was going to back and work with the Secret Service. So he called an old friend and made sure he could come and once his job was secured he was ready to go. He had packed all night and now his apartment was all put into boxes. However, there were two things that were still out. The black teddy bear and the blue dino. As much as he wanted to give them some kid he really didn't have the heart to, so he placed them in two separate boxes and labeled the boxes S & M.

He loaded up all of the boxes in his truck and swung by Puck and Quinn's house before he decided to leave. He knocked on the door and there they were.

"Hey Sam," Quinn greeted him.

"Hey um, I came to say goodbye, I am going back to D.C. And I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye," He said.

"Why are you leaving?" Puck questioned.

"Just not happy here anymore, I'll um keep in touch though, I'll be back to visit and all that stuff," He said. He pulled them both into a long embrace and headed back to his truck and started the drive.

"Will he be ok?" Quinn said.

"I don't know baby, I really don't know," Puck replied as he looked at the retreating car with a long face.

When Tasha arrived at work she saw Mercedes sitting on her couch curled up into a pillow. She let out a sigh and walked over and sat beside her.

"Kurt told me what happened," She whispered.

"I don't want to talk about it," Mercedes said.

"At least go talk to him," Tasha tried.

"I am going to start working, I am going to hop in the shower in the bathroom over here and put on my spare clothes and I am going to pretend, and I am going to work," Mercedes said. She got up and went to the bathroom and left Tasha there.

Mercedes had gone the whole day without eating and she kept working and once she was satisfied with her work she left the office around midnight, and against better judgment, she stopped by Sam's place. She walked to his apartment building and noticed that the door was left slightly open. She pushed the door open and her heart dropped at the sight. He was gone.

Everything Sam had in the apartment was gone, he listened to her because she told him to do it. She shut the door behind her and slid on the floor and bawled all over the floor. Her everything was gone and it was all her fault. She tried calling his phone but it went straight to voicemail and that hurt her even more. She picked herself off the floor and decided to go home.

When Sam made it back to D.C. he had a nice apartment set up for him by one of his colleagues with his new work waiting for him. He took all the boxes out of the truck and placed them in the new place. It wasn't homey, it didn't feel right and Sam knew that no matter how much furniture and decoration he put in his place that it wouldn't feel homey because Mercedes's was not there. He missed her more than anything else in the world but she had made her decision and Sam made his.

He texted Puck and Quinn to let them know he made it safely. He looked over the new information that his colleague had given him and he realized that it was the standard basic procedures that he already knew about and that he would be the new head of security intel. Sam was happy about the new title but not as happy as he should have been.

He took a shower and as the water tried its best to rinse off his stress Me and & Mrs. Jones the Michale Buble version started to play. Then for the first time it happened, Sam broke down in the shower. He missed her so much, and he wanted to go back and tell her that she was it for him and that they could make it work, and that everything would be ok, but he knew he couldn't do that. They made their decisions and they had to live with them. He loved Mercedes he truly did, but he didn't want to fight for her anymore if she wasn't going to trust him.

He got out of his shower and set his alarm and tried his best to go to sleep, but he couldn't because he knew there was the only one woman who could ever make him fall asleep with ease but that woman was miles and miles away.