FOES OR FRIENDS

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HEATHROW AIRPORT

Sam paced back and forth in the lounge, smoking.  How could I have been so stupid? That jackass wasn't being nice; he was doing his job.  He is an arrogant pain in the ass. Webb knew exactly where to find Sam.  He wanted to explain, but wasn't sure how.

"Danaher, would you listen to me?" Webb asked walking over to her table.

"Umm, no." Sam replied.

"Can we go somewhere less congested and discuss this?" Webb asked, not wanting to hash this out in the lounge.

"I don't think so." Sam replied.

"Fine," Webb said. Webb didn't want a confrontation in front of the other passengers, but he knew he had no choice. Sam was going to be very difficult. "Scotch and water, please. Single malt." He said to the hostess as he sat down.

"You would ruin it with water." Sam hissed.

"Look, the Admiral did ask me to look out for you, while you were in Saudi Arabia." Webb began.

"You did a great job; I ended up in a helo crash." Sam snapped.

"That wasn't my fault." Webb stated. Why is she being so impossible?

"Fine, you're off the hook." Sam said. "Now go away."

"It was my decision to change my flights." Webb said, "I was on the flight connecting through Paris."

"Oh la la." Sam said slowly and deliberately, as she glared at him.                                                  

"I give up." Webb relented.

"Good." Sam said and blew smoke in his face.

Sam got up and walked away.  Webb finished his drink and went to the locker to get their bags.  Separately, they waited for the boarding call and took their seats.

BRITISH AIRLINES FLIGHT 141

Sam boarded ahead of Webb and settled in her seat. At check-in, Webb made sure he was not sitting near her.  It proved difficult since first class wasn't that large.  The flight took off and the attendants were walking in the aisles.

"Excuse me." Sam said to the attendant. "Would you please ask the jackass over there if he brought my bag?" She pointed to Webb.  The flight attendant went over to Webb.

"He said to tell the insufferable brat yes and to give you this." The attendant chuckled and handed Sam a bottle of tequila. Sam took the bottle, got up and walked over to Webb.

"BITE ME!" Sam said and poured the tequila in his lap.

"I cannot believe you just did that." Webb said blotting his lap. "This suit wasn't cheap."

"It looks it." Sam said sarcastically.

"You're intolerable." Webb said.

"Look, when we get back to Washington, stay away from me. We never have to see each other again." Sam said.

"That will suit me just fine." Webb snapped. "I don't have time for a two bit reporter."

"Go to hell." Sam hissed, and returned to her seat.

The attendant went over to Sam and put another bottle on her tray. 

"Lover's spat?" She asked.

"With him? He should be so lucky." Sam said.

"You aren't together?" She asked.

"Please, I would rather be with a leper." Sam said.

"Sorry." She replied. "I just thought."

"You thought wrong." Sam said.

"If you need anything, let me know." The attendant said.

Sam drank her tequila and went to sleep.  It had been a long day, as she fell asleep she had images of Webb strangling himself with his tie.

JKF AIRPORT- 11:15pm local time

The flight landed in New York, it was 11:15 pm. Sam took her bag from Webb and uncharacteristically, was one of the first passengers off.  She made her way to the connecting gate.  The connection was not leaving for another hour.  She went to the smoking lounge and sat, she knew he would never follow her in there.

Webb watched Sam walk into the lounge.  He knew the only reason she was there was to get away from him.  He sat at the gate, one eye on the clock the other on Sam.  He watched as some man sat next to her and started a conversation.  He was just another traveler, and watching Sam chat and laugh with this man, bothered him for some unknown reason.  The flight was called and he watched as Sam said good-bye to the unknown man and took, what Webb assumed, a business card from him.  The flight was an hour and fifteen minutes, they would be back in DC by 1:30am.  All Sam could think about was a hot shower and bed. 

DULLES AIRPORT 1:30am – Local time

The plane touched down and Sam couldn't get off fast enough.  She raced through the airport and out to the long-term parking.  Phoebe was there; she wanted to kiss her car.  She hopped in and sped out of the lot.  Once she was on I-66, she raced to get to the beltway; it was so good to be home.  It was good, until she saw the police lights flashing behind her. Damn!

She pulled over and grabbed her papers.  The last thing she needed now was a ticket. 

"Ma'am, you realize you were going 85?" The officer asked.

"Was I?" Sam asked innocently.

"May I see your license, registration and insurance please?" The un-phased officer said.

"I just got back from Saudi Arabia; I've been flying since yesterday.  I guess I was just excited to be back in the USA." Sam smiled.

"With all that flying, you should be more careful on the roads." He replied. "I'll be right back."

Sam threw her head back and waited.  She noticed another set of headlights in her mirror. Great, they're calling in the entire force. She turned to look at the other car and noticed it wasn't a police car, but a red BMW convertible.  She then saw Webb get out of the car; this is just getting better and better.

Together they walked to her car and Sam got out.

"You can go, Ma'am.  Just take it slow." The officer said.

"What? No ticket?" Sam asked.

"Mr. Webb explained that you are with him." He replied.

"No I'm not, give me the ticket." Sam snapped.

"Danaher, just go," Webb said in an exasperated tone.

"No, give me the ticket." Sam said. "I was speeding."

"Ma'am, he explained that you just got back from Prince Sultan Airbase. We give a break to those who work for the government, especially at this hour." He stated.

"Hail to the chief; now give me the damned ticket." Sam said.

"Must you always be such an impossible stubborn pain?" Webb asked.

"Officer, I want this man arrested for impersonating a human being." Sam said.

"You both have a good night." The officer said, as he shook his head and walked back to his car.

"You're unbelievable." Webb said.

"Me? You obnoxious, pompous, pain in the ass!" Sam shouted.

"That's a compliment, coming from an unbearable, obstinate, bitc…" Webb started.

"Don't you dare finish!" Sam warned.

"Or what? What are you going to do?" Webb asked.

"You really are intolerable." Sam snapped.

"Someone should have spanked you when you were a kid, maybe you wouldn't be such a brat now." Webb stated. Sam's had an incredible urge to belt Webb, but she just glared at him.  Webb could see the anger rising in her and matched her stare with as much venom.

Neither was sure, who did what first or how it even happened. But suddenly there they were, standing on the shoulder of the Dulles toll road, locked in an embrace. When they broke the kiss, Webb walked back to his car and took off, and Sam followed.  He got off at the next exit, Reston Parkway, and within a few minutes they were pulling into the lot of the Hyatt Hotel.  Webb checked them in and they went to the room.

HYATT HOTEL

"This doesn't mean anything." Sam said pushing off his jacket. "You're still a jackass."

"I know." Webb said pulling off her sweater. "My feelings haven't changed."

"We don't have to see each other after this." Sam said.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Webb replied.

"Its just sex," Sam stated, pushing off his shirt.

"Nothing more," Webb said, unzipping her skirt.

Within minutes they were in bed, feverishly attacking each other.  There was no need for foreplay.  They had just spent the last 24 hours or so, doing that.  Webb and Sam were very forceful with each other; there was no romance in their actions.  When they reached the breaking point, neither were very quiet about it, all that fighting and arguing during the past week had built up and needed to be released.

"Is that what they mean by an immoveable force meeting an unstoppable object?" Sam said as she caught her breath.

"I believe so." Webb said as he caught his.

"Why did you kiss me on the toll road?" Sam asked.

"I didn't, you kissed me." Webb replied.

"Don't flatter yourself." Sam said.

"You're impossible." Webb said.

"And you're arrogant." Sam said.

After a minute of silence Webb looked at Sam.

"Again?" Webb asked with a wicked look.

"Oh yeah," Sam said as she pulled the covers over them; round two began.

When they were completed sated, Webb was the first to speak.

"Danaher, I would have kept on eye on you without being asked." Webb said.

"Why's that?" Sam asked, as she got up, wrapped the sheet about her and grabbed the complimentary bottles of water.

"You need it." Webb stated, taking a bottle of water.

"Oh really?" Sam said pouring her water on him.

"That is the second time you've done that to me." Webb said.

"At least this time, it doesn't look like you had an accident." Sam smirked.

"Thank god for small favors." Webb said.

"Webb, why did you change your flight?" Sam asked.

"You intrigue me." Webb said. "Very few people do that."

"Is that a good thing?" Sam asked.

"It's not a bad thing." Webb said.

"Well, I better get home." Sam said picking up her clothes.

"Danaher," Webb said, watching her dress. "I owe you a meeting with Powell and a tour."

"That's right; I guess we will have to see each other again." Sam winked and left.  About 20 minutes later, Webb drove home.  They both lived in Alexandria had never met, small world.

SAM'S APARTMENT

Sam got home and was too wired to sleep.  She was amazed by what had happened.  It wasn't as if she had never had meaningless sex before, but with Webb, she didn't see that coming at all. People rarely surprised her, Webb surprised her.  She threw her bag on the bed and started to unpack.  She noticed a package wrapped in brown paper and had no idea where it came from. Great someone's got me smuggling.

She opened the package and saw an antique silver frame with the picture of her and Webb at Brown's.  There was a business card tucked in the corner of the frame.  She turned it over and smiled.

Danaher,

It was amazing to see London

through those green Irish eyes.

Thanks for the tie.

Sam forgot about unpacking the rest of her things.  She put the frame on her nightstand, crawled into bed and went to sleep.