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Chapter 8

Sam woke up to the phone ringing. Slowly she opened her eyes and groaned. Looking at the clock she saw it was almost 9 in the morning.

"Oh no. This is so not happening." Sam muttered frowning. They were late for work again.

She reached out for the cell phone that was near her and flipped it open. "Hello?" she grumbled.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought I had the right number." Danny said, confused.

"Danny?" said Sam. "Hey, It's me Sam"

"Sam, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." He apologized.

"It's okay. We have to get up anyway." Sam said, slipping out of John's grip, kissing his cheek softly. "What's wrong?"

"I need to talk to John. Please."

John stirred and opened his eyes. "Is it Bailey?"

"No, it's Danny." Sam told him, handing him the phone.

"Danny, hey." John said, yawning.

"Patrick called me this morning."

John sat up immediately. "Whoa, he called? What did he say?"

"Well, he said that he wants to meet me, here in Atlanta."

"Here? Okay, good. That's good." John scratched his head. "Look, don't worry okay? I'm going with you, I got you covered."

"Thanks John, maybe he'll go easy on me then." Danny said nervously.

"I seriously doubt that." John pointed out. "Uhm, did he give you a place and time?"

"Not yet. He said he'll call me when he's ready."

"Alright, then call me when you find out, okay?" John asked, looking at Sam.

"Sure and John?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks again. You're a great pal."

"Bye!" John hang up, sighing.

"What's going on?" Sam asked worried. "Where are you going?"

"O' Doyle called Danny and wants to meet him here in Atlanta ." John said, looking at her. "Don't ask me why but this makes our plan work out even more."

"You okay?"

"I guess I'll have to be." John muttered, running a tired hand over his face. "How many times did Bailey call?"

Sam checked her cell phone's caller id. "7 times. I think he's going to send a search team for us."

A moment later there was loud knocking on the door. "John! Sam!"

"Seems like they're here." John sighed, getting up from the bed. He threw on a t-shirt and walked to the living room to answer the door. Sam followed him, dressed in John's t-shirt and boxers.

"Excuse me sir, where's the fire?" asked a 63 year old woman down the hall. "People are trying to sleep."

John smirked as Bailey started to stutter. Then he peeked out. "Sorry Mrs. Crandle" John said waving.

"Oh Johnny, is this man bothering you?" she asked with her hands on her hips.

"No Mrs. Crandle. This is my boss." John explained smiling, taking a quick glance towards Bailey.

"Oh the tight-a…"

"Thanks for the pie, Mrs. Crandle" he quickly added, pulling Bailey in and shutting the door behind him.

"A tight what, John?" Bailey asked sternly, raising his eyebrows.

John opened his mouth. "Well, I was mad at you one night and Mrs. Crandle was the only one to talk to. Anyway, what are you doing here beside waking up my neighbors?"

"You two are 2 hours late." He looked them over. "And now I can see why. I hope whatever you two have is not going to affect your work."

"We were cleaning all night." Sam explained, looking at him before she continued. "You do remember the break in, do you?"

"Right." Bailey said, pacing through the living room. "John, I wanted to ask if you feel safe around here? I mean whoever did this knows how to get in."

"I'm fine Bailey. They came and got what they wanted. I don't think that they're coming back."

"It's your decision, John."

"I know." He took a glance at Sam before he continued. "Danny called. O'Doyle wants to meet him. I told him that we're going to get him covered and that I'm coming with him."

"Maybe it's not that bad." Bailey mused. "Actually he's doing us a favour. We're not going to worry about how we'll get him here."

"Yeah, the easy stuff is done. Now all I have to do is get him to threaten me or Danny so that we can put him in jail."

"And that's what I'm worried about. I don't want John or Danny hurt in this." Sam said concerning.

"It's the only way." Bailey told her sighing. "But John, you sure you wanna do this?"

"Is there a choice?" he asked and neither Sam nor Bailey said something, so he continued. "So if you'll excuse us, we'll get ready."

"Together?" Bailey asked, raising an eyebrow.

"NO!" John and Sam said at the same time. They looked at eachother and smiled. "We're still working on our situation."

"Uh huh. Well, let me get out of here." Bailey said and walked to the door. "Hurry up you two. We'll see us at the Command Center in thirty minutes."

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Command Center - later

"Don't you think he'll check for wires?" John asked suspiciously.

"Right." Grace nodded. "That's why you'll have a tracer behind the button of your jacket."

She showed him the tracer and he took it. Coop sat across from him and Sam and couldn't care less whether they catch O' Doyle. He would botch the whole thing if he had a chance.

"Take this too." George gave him a small button. "It's a micro transmitter and almost invisible when you have it in your ear, so he's not going to see it.

John studied it for a moment before he put it into his ear. "Okay."

"So, we're staying in contact the whole time, John. If there's a problem, we'll send someone in immediately." Bailey told him.

John nodded and let out a sigh before his eyes met Danny's. "You know what you're going to do?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Okay, good." John said, propping his hands on the table, taking a deep breath.

Sam stepped up behind him, placing a hand on his back. "Hey, can we talk for a minute?"

He turned around to look at her. "Sure."

"Uhm, alone." Sam gestured with her head to her office

"Okay. Excuse us for a minute." John said and followed her into her office.

Closing the door, Sam leant against it, her eyes focused on John.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just… are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Sam."

"I mean, maybe it's better if we'll send someone else with Danny instead of you."

"Sam, hey…"

"It doesn't have to be you. If you're right then it's too dangerous for you to meet him. Besides this, you're too much involved anyway. This can not be good."

"Sam, listen. I have to do this okay? Not just for Danny, but for myself. I want O'Doyle in jail and I want to be the one who sends him there."

"Then let me come with you."

"No." John shook his head, walking towards her.

"Why not? I could help."

"I know but you're not a trained FBI agent, Sam. And I don't want you to get hurt." He slipped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

"And it doesn't count when I say that?"

"Sam, we have no choice, do we? I'll be careful."

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until her cheek rested against his. "Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." He whispered and held her tightly. "Don't forget about our weekend in Italy . As soon as this is over I'll book the next flight. And think about where you wanna go. Rome, Venice, Milan. Your choice, okay?"

Slowly she pulled back to look at him, "Okay. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Me too." John pulled her into a hug again. "Me too."

The team watched them from outside of Sam's office, hoping that everything was going to be okay.

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To be continued... Please R&R! :)