Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Well this is the end. Thank you so much for all the nice reviews. Thanks again to D and Maple Street.
A few hours before…
"Are you ready for tonight?" Jack hung Sam's coat on the black coat rack outside the conference room.
"I think so. I'm a little nervous." Samantha smiled slightly.
"You are going to do just fine. I know it."
"Jack, what if the girls hate me…where does that leave us?'
He shifted his feet and paused before answering. "We will still be together, I just will have to work harder to let the girls know that I love them even though they don't want to accept a part of my new life."
Samantha knew this would be heartbreaking for him if Hanna and Kate did not welcome her; Jack would constantly be torn. And she felt she knew who would win the battle for his heart; his children were everything to him.
"Let's see what is happening with the Forfa/Kingsley case." Jack smiled at her but she could sense the worry in his voice. This night was so important.
The Present…
"Sam! Sam! Wake up," he shook her body, tears starting to form, "No, no don't you leave me, don't do this. Fight, Sam, fight."
One hour before…
He had been sitting in his office, thinking. Worrying actually. He had taken a giant leap and now there was no turning back. He wasn't just concerned about his children accepting Sam; he was worried about being this much in love. Of being willing to give your life freely for another, of needing to see someone everyday or you feel like youcan't breath, of putting all your trust in another. He wasn't use to this kind of love and as it scared Sam, it also frightened him.
"Jack! Results are in!" Danny stood in the doorway bringing Jack back to reality.
"The DNA results?"
"Yup, James Kingsley is Michael Forfa."
Jack removed his glasses. "Okay, I'll head over there to tell him the news, Martin and you can have a conference call with Harland Jenkins from Connecticut. Viv is out sick but you'll like Harland."
"Jack, do you think that's such a good idea. I mean to go to Kingsley's alone?" Danny walked closer to the desk, concern in his brown eyes.
"I won't be alone, Sam will come."
"Maybe Martin and I should tag alone for extra protection."
"I need you here."
"Yeah but Kingsley is unstable and when he learns this…"
"I appreciate what you are saying but I have handled worse than Kingsley." Jack smiled to let Danny know he wasn't mad. "Thank you," he added.
"You're the boss, you know where to find us."
"Could you send Sam in please?"
"Sure."
Samantha Spade entered a few seconds later. "The Forfa's got a nut on their hands."
"That they do. Would you come with me to break the news to him?"
"Of course."
They both smiled beginning finally to feel free to be together.
The present…
"I need an ambulance…" Martin spoke into his walkie-talkie.
Half an hour earlier…
Knock, knock. Jack's fist rapped at the door.
James Kingsley answered. His black hair looked like it hadn't been combed and he now had a newly formed beard. He wore a plaid shirt and a pair of old looking jeans. "What do you want?"
"We are so sorry to hear about your mother," Jack started, "We have news for you on the DNA results."
The door slammed in their faces.
"Well this is going to be fun," Sam said with a roll of her eyes.
Jack could hear noise in the back of house so it traveled up to the front. James Kingsley had gone out the back door and was heading for his stand-alone garage.
"Come on," Jack said briskly walking over to the man. "Mr. Kingsley, we need to talk."
"I have nothing to say to you." Using an automatic door opener the garage crept open.
"Look we know this is upsetting but we have a job to do," Jack continued.
"Your job," he laughed, "What a job." He entered into the garage, Jack and Sam following.
"If we could just sit down…" Sam started.
"I don't feel like it, okay?" Kingsley's face turned red.
Jack went for broke as Kinsley sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. "James, listen. The DNA results are in. You are Michael Forfa. Donna Kingsley stole you from the Forfa family."
The car was till running but Kingsley didn't drive off. "That can't be."
"I'm sorry Mr. Kingsley but the DNA shows that it is." Jack looked at Sam.
Kingsley got out of the car holding the automatic door opener in his hand. He locked the car behind him. He pushed the door opener button. Light was lost as shadows took shape as the door began to close.
"What the hell…" Jack started.
"Mr. Kingsley!" Sam yelled after him as he walked to the back of the garage. He didn't stop. A toolbox was heard clinking open.
Kingsley turned around a small revolver in his hand. "I'm afraid we are all going to die today."
Samantha felt her stomach twist. The car was running, carbon dioxide was filling a small-enclosed space. The only way out was to press the automatic door holder, which was in the hands of one insane man who was also holding gun. If she were a gambler, she would say her odds weren't good.
"Mr. Kingsley, let's set down and talk about this," Jack began trying to reassure the man, "there are wonderful people who can help you sort out this mess."
"What? Head Shrinkers? I don't think so. Michael Forfa is dead and so will be James Kingsley. You two are just in the way."
"If that is all we are, why don't you let us go?" Sam asked.
"No," Kingsley's voice was low. "You have to die."
Sam looked at Jack and he at her. They were going to die, die together, in a surreal like death.
Like a fast moving picture the next few moments sped through Sam's mind. They were holding each other, Jack was saying he loved her, he lunged for Kingsley, a battle for the gun ensued. The gun went off, a shot that luckily hit only a rake positioned in the corner. Sam could only watch in horror. The poisoned air was filling her lungs. She dropped to her knees…a killer that she couldn't see or taste. Jack had got the gun away from Kingsley, and Kingsley had hit his head on the car, passing out. Jack had yelled for her to run, but everything had grown black.
The present…
"Are you sure about this?"
"Jack, the doctors said I was fine. I just passed out due to stress not the carbon dioxide."
"Having a gun on you is stressful," he smiled slightly.
"Especially when you think the one you love is about to be killed," she touched his cheek as he turned a corner.
"I can reschedule."
"No, I want to eat with your girls tonight."
"James Kingsley is back on the pysch ward as we speak. The Forfa's took the news hard, Harland said." Jack adjusted the rearview mirror.
"Those poor people. They found their son only to lose him."
"Whether it was in him or became a monster later on, Michael Forfa did die that day. Their child will never be returned to them." His voice cracked.
"Sometimes I wonder why I do this job."
"For the chance to have miracles happen like the Collins experienced." Jack pulled up in front of his old house.
"Are you ready?" he sighed.
"Are you?" she grinned back.
The door opened and Hanna and Kate Malone came strolling out. Hanna wore a red car coat with matching gloves while Kate was ready for the cold with a blue parka and winter hat. They were both slightly subdued. Jack jumped out of the car saying hello to Maria who was in the doorway and ushering the kids into the backseat. Sam's heart was beating fast.
Jack smiled at Sam as he got back into the driver's seat. "Hanna, Kate, this is Samantha."
"Hi," Kate said but Hanna didn't reply.
The ride to LePointe was quiet. Sam kept looking at Jack whenever she got scared.
On the way out of the car, Hanna stopped Sam. "Can I talk to you?" she asked.
"Sure…" Samantha looked at Jack but Jack only shrugged.
They walked down a ways from the restaurant when Hanna suddenly stopped. "Do you love my dad?"
"Yes," Sam answered truthfully.
Hanna bit at her lower lip. "Are you the reason my parents are not together?"
"Not the real reason."
"Are you going to marry him?"
"I don't know…"
"Why do you like him?"
Sam smiled. "He's a wonderful human being that follows his heart and not life's rule book."
Hanna looked at the sidewalk. "Mom hates you."
"I don't blame her."
Hanna's head shot up to look at her.
"Do you want to get dinner now?" Sam asked.
"Yeah…sure." They started back but Hanna had one more question, "Were you really shot?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
Sam laughed.
The past…
The sins one has done that will be unearthed later.
The present…
Where one deals with the consequences of the sins.
The future…
Where dreams of a new life emerge.
The end.
