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Chapter 5

It was the next morning when the telephone in John's room rang. He groaned and without opening his eyes he grabbed it from his nightstand.

"Yeah?" he said, sleepily.

"John… George found something out, the fax is on it's way…" he paused a moment, "John? Were you still asleep?"

"Yeah, that's what people are doing in the middle of the night, Bailey." he explained, yawning.

"It's 10 in the morning. I thought you were working already, but I was definitely wrong."

"It's 10?" John asked, trying to get up as he realized Sam was lying on his shoulder, with her hand on his chest. "Sam? Wake up…it's late."

"Sam? Is Sam with you?" Bailey asked, curiously.

"What? Oh no… of course not."

"But you said her name. You said 'Sam'."

"No, I… I said… damn… yeah, that's what I've said…" he answered, scratching his head.

"John, I'm not dumb okay?"

Sam sat up and looked at John, confusing.

John let out a prolonged sigh, "Okay, you're right. She's here but it's not what it looks like. I mean, we worked until midnight and then we fell asleep… in my bed and it was…"

Bailey cut him off, "John, it's really non of my business to tell you with who… well, you know what I mean… but not… please not in the middle of this important case. Afterwards both of you can do whatever you want, did you get that?"

"Yeah but…"

"Good, and now… get out of bed and check the fax I've send you a minute ago. I'll call you later." Bailey ordered and ended the call.

John sat in bed with his mouth open, almost forgot to breathe as Sam took the phone out of his hand.

"Bailey?" she asked, softly.

"Yeah and you don't believe what he said to me…" John paused because of a knock on the door. Half laughing he got up and walked to the door, "he said something like 'I can sleep with…'" he opened it and saw Coop standing outside.

"Do you know where Sam is?" he asked impatiently and walked inside without looking at John. With a shocked expression he saw Sam, laying on John's bed. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Well…" she looked at John and then back at Coop, "sleeping?" she answered calmly.

"Here? In this bed? With Grant?" his voice grew louder with every word.

"It doesn't matter because… because it's over. It's over between us Coop. We can still be friends and co-workers of course, but nothing more. That's it!" she let out a sigh of relief, "And now, excuse me… I need to get ready for work." she walked through the connecting door and closed it behind her.

"Same goes for me buddy…" John said and walked over to get the fax from the machine.

"What have you done?" Coop asked angrily with his hands on his hips.

With the fax in his hand, John turned around "Excuse me?" he said, innocently.

"Oh don't play a fool with me Grant. Everything was just perfect until you came and pushed yourself between us. You ruined everything Sam and I had." Coop pointed out, waving his hands through the air.

"Oh, and what exactly did you have? Hm?" John asked, trying to hide his laugh.

"Our relationship, her trust in me or our love. Just pick one." Coop shouted.

"Love? Oh wake up Coop and don't fool yourself. Truth be told? I think she never loved you. "John said, shrugging.

"Oh shut up. You played the prince charming all the time, her best friend, always there for her… blah blah… when your plan was all along to sleep with her."

"Take that back because that's not true!" John shouted at him.

"Of course it's true… and I swear to god, you're so going to pay for this…" Coop hissed furiously.

"Was that a threat?" John placed the fax back on the table and turned around to face him again.

"You'll bet…"

"Well, although I'm so terribly scared here… I'm afraid we have to quit our little conversation now and go back to work." John said, taking his bag out of the closet.

"No, we're not done yet…"

"Yes, I think we are. So please, do me a favour and get on someone else's nerves. Could you do that? Please!"

"Don't tell me what to do… I told you, you're going to pay for what you've done…" he took a step forward and threw his fist straight into John's face, who fell against the closet behind him and toppled to the ground.

John held his hand to his nose and noticed that he was bleeding, "Are you out of your mind?"

From the noise of John's fall, Sam came back into the room and saw John on the floor, bleeding from his nose. "Oh my god, Coop what have you done?" she hurried to John and helped him up, "Are you okay?"

John touched his nose again, "Yeah. I'm fine, I guess."

"I can't believe what you did." she shoot Coop an annoying glare.

"What? It wasn't my fault. He fell over his own bag. I didn't do anything!" Coop said with his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, sure…" she looked at John, "…come we're going to clean you off…" she took his hand and led him into the bathroom.

"It's okay Sam. You don't have to do this." he held a tissue under his nose.

"Sit down, we have to stop the bleeding…" Sam took a washcloth and held it under the water. Then she wringed it out and held it under his nose, "Head back! So, what happened out there?"

"Nothing… he's just so damn clumsy sometimes…" Coop said grinning, standing at the doorframe.

Sam rolled his eyes, "I didn't ask you, did I? Go and… and do what ever you want... but please go!" she prompted and closed the door in front of him. "I assume he's not right and you fell over your own bag…so?" she looked back at John.

"Do you think I'm that stupid?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No, of course not… let me guess, he said that's your fault why we broke up, right?"

"Basically, yeah…"

"I'm so sorry… I shouldn't have let you alone with him. I mean, I told him it's over and then I walked away. I never realized…"

"Okay, will you stop that please? It's not your fault that this bastard is out of mind…" he stood up and looked into the mirror, "…okay, I think the bleeding has stopped. Thanks!"

"You're welcome…" Sam said, smiling.

"When I'm dressed we're going to sit together, discussing what we're going to do next. Just give me a minute."

"You're sure alright? Maybe you should sit down for a moment?" she looked at him, concerning.

"No, I'm fine… really…" John assured her with a smile, "…let's say, downstairs in 15 minutes?"

"Okay, in 15 minutes…" she repeated and left the bathroom.

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"So what? Do you plan on never talk to me again?" Coop said, facing Sam on the other side of the round table downstairs in the foyer of the hotel.

"Try me." Sam answered shortly, her eyes travelled over an article of the daily newspaper.

"We both know that's not possible… because we have a work to do…" he told her, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh really?" she looked up, meeting his gaze. "Are you really sure we both know that?" she forced a laugh and continued, "Because upstairs I got the impression that you're just here to make my life hell."

"I love you, so why should I do that?" he defended calmly.

"But I don't love you. When did you get that?" she prompted, sighing.

He bent forward, clasping his hands together on the table, "And I know why!"

"Me too. You're absolutely not my type. And come to that you're so self centred, jealous, intrigued and… well, I can sit here and talk for hours, but I don't want to because I'm done with it. I'm done with you."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am. What do you think? That I'm just kidding around here?" she laughed, "No, I'm entirely serious."

"But it's all about him, isn't it? I mean, since he's so damn…"

"Excuse me, can I bring you something?" a petit woman asked smiling.

Sam looked up at her, rather relieved. "A cup of coffee would be fine, thanks!"

"Coffee, all right. And you, Sir?" she looked at Coop.

"Uhm, the same…" he said, trying to force a smile.

Sam turned around and saw John coming downstairs. Clad in black pants and white shirt with the top buttons open, he threw a smile in her direction. With his jacket over one shoulder and the thick folder under one arm he headed towards them.

"Okay, three cups, please!" Sam said.

"No problem…" the waitress answered and left the table.

"John? What took you so long?" Sam started, looking up at him.

"Sorry, Bailey called…again…" he put the folder on the table and sat down on the chair next to her.

"I ordered a coffee already. I hope that's okay." She said, smiling.

"Sure, that's perfect. Look, that's the fax Bailey sent through…" he took some sheets out of the folder and Sam read through it.

"Here's your coffee…" the young waitress said and put the three cups on the table.

"Thanks…" John answered and shot a quick glance towards Coop.

"Robert Blake…" Sam mused, looking at John. "You think that's him?"

"Of all the suspects, he matches the profile almost perfectly…" John told her.

"Then we're going to pay him a visit." Sam answered.

"Yep, after my coffee…"

"Sure…" Sam said, smiling.

"Coop, call Bailey and ask him about a search warrant for this Robert Blake. It's better if we have one in case he'll refuse to let us in." John said, without looking at Coop.

"Why me? Do it yourself!" Coop prompted.

"You're here to help and what have you done except getting on my nerves?" John asked, raising his eyebrows.

"You wanted to come with us. Don't tell me it was Baileys idea." Sam said, narrowing her eyebrows.

"Yeah, later okay?" Coop suggested and took a sip from his hot coffee.

"No, not later… we need to go in a few minutes. We need it now!" John said, raising his voice.

"But now, I'm drinking my coffee… give me some time to wake up buddy." Coop smirked at John.

"I'm not your buddy. And where is the goddamn problem if you do this for me? Tell me? I'm just curious you know. You did nothing… absolutely nothing for this case. Sam and I worked the whole night to find something out while you were asleep. All you can do is push my buttons…but this is not about me, Coop. We're here to do a job for god sake!" John told him, angrily.

"Oh really? A job… well that's funny to here those words from you. I mean, god knows what you did with her in your room… the whole night. But I'm sure you've enjoyed it a lot, right?"

"Coop!" Sam shouted, looking at him.

"What? I know what I saw Sam. And back to you…" he looked at John, "…I'm sick that you're playing the big boss all the time."

"Oh, so it's my fault that Bailey sent me in charge here? But if you have a problem with that… fine, then go! I don't need someone in my team who's against me."

"Maybe I'll do this…" Coop shouted back.

"Great…" John said and shot an angry glare at him.

Coop hesitated a moment and then got up from his seat. "Fine, I'll go!" he said and threw his notepad on the table, causing John's coffee to spill over his pants. Coop turned round and left the table without a word.

"Dammit Coop!" John shouted and jumped up from his chair. "That's perfect, just perfect. I can't believe that Bailey sent him over with us… he's such a… a…"

"I know John. Let me talk with Bailey and explain him what happened. Maybe he can sent George instead or someone else." Sam suggested, handing him a tissue.

"Thanks… sounds great but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to know that I've screwed up here." John said, drying his pants with the tissue.

"No, what are you talking about? You didn't screw up. None of this was your fault." Sam said, smiling.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I've provoked him. I shouldn't have done that."

"No no. John… he provoked you. So please, don't let it be your fault. Let's go upstairs. You change your clothes and I call Bailey."

"Okay…" he took the folder from the table and looked at his pants. "I swear to god, I could…"

Sam looked at him, smiling "I know, John. I know!"

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