Author's Notes: Sorry this is such a long chapter, but it was impossible to break up without having two short chapters, so I decided one long one was better. I will warn you that Walter's death is very graphic, so while it's still an R-rating, you need to be aware. Also, for those of you who have livejournals, click my homepage link and it will take you to mine. I have just started a special Profiler group called the Skewed Believers Sanctuary which is for those who support Jack/Samantha. My writing and artwork will be posted there and even if you participate only marginally, I urge you to join. Reviews are very greatly appreciated and inspire me to write more.

Part 54

Age: 34 Years 8 Months

Walter cursed angrily as Konstantine showed him to his room at the For Seasons Motel. Although he was pleased to be the key note speaker at the research conference on viral myrocarditis, Walter was annoyed that they had not arranged for better accommodations for him. Tomorrow, he vowed to speak to one of the chairmen and see if a better room couldn't be found. Looking at the clean but simple room with distaste, he resigned himself to several hours of reading and an early night.

Was it safe for him to be here? Walter wondered. Sam wouldn't hurt her Father, would she? He had hoped she would come to appreciate his sacrifice, as a medical man he felt badly about ending his grandchild's life; but the research funds the Newquays offered was invaluable. The news had reported the shooting of Albert Newquay and confirmed that Sam had married him. Sam was rather impressionable, perhaps he could convince her to donate some of her husband's money to his research.

When he heard Sam had been abducted, Walter had feared the Albert Jackson Newquay who had given him money was Jack-Of-All-Trades. But obviously that was nothing more than paranoia. Sam had appeared on the news, as had a team of lawyers who all swore she had eloped, not been abducted. Certainly it was rude of Sam to elope like that, but she would never marry Jack-Of-All-Trades! And Jack had never hurt a member of Sam's family.

Her absence had been less than three days, so she could hardly be suffering from Patty Hearst Syndrome. No, Sam had simply been thoughtless and Walter was quite safe, he was sure of it. She never once mentioned the baby or her first marriage after he had performed hours of hypnotherapy and brainwashing techniques. Perhaps she didn't even remember. Although how on earth she married her first husband again, was a mystery. Still, Walter had gotten his hands on a couple million of the Newquay fortune, perhaps Sam would be the key to further money.

As Walter sat unaware in his room, Jack and Samantha were in a rented house in an upscale neighborhood. Jack had rented it especially for the occasion under an assumed name and in disguise. After killing Miriam, they returned to Memphis and were staying at the motel in the honeymoon suite. Neither Jack nor Samantha wished to live in the new house until the past was taken care of. Although the honeymoon suite held a sense of nostalgia for the couple, they still had yet to consummate their marriage. Passion was something to be savored with a free and happy heart, which they hoped to have soon.

Wearing surgical gloves, scrubs, and scrubhats, they readied the area. Samantha draped the entire large marble entry hall floor with a massive plastic drop cloth as Jack plugged in and positioned several flood lights. They had brought the supplies in last night under cover of darkness and in disguise. Jack had killed a worker of a security company who had been stealing from customers and had brought the van for their use. Earlier with latex makeup he'd worked a six hour shift for the guard he'd helped to the next life. In an upscale neighborhood, no one looked twice at a security van.

Pausing to hug Samantha, Jack asked, "Are you doing all right?"

"Yes or rather I will be when Konstantine sends him here, but are you sure he'll come here?"

"Positive, human nature seldom changes. Your Father will consider the For Seasons to be beneath him and he'll jump at the chance," Jack assured her.

"Do you have all the tools we'll need?"

"Let's see," Jack said and he surveyed the small tray of shining instruments covered with a sterile cloth. Frowning slightly, he inquired, "Have you seen the rib spreader?"

"On the tray with the clamps in the other room, shall I bring it in?"

Jack nodded and surveyed the table that awaited Walter's presence and a smile crossed his face in anticipation. His Mother's death had been an idea adapted from the fact he'd planned to entomb her there quietly had she died naturally since the world thought her dead in Maryland. But after learning about his Son, Jack altered his burial plan for Miriam and skipped the part of her dying first.

Walter's fate was Samantha's idea and Jack had to admit, it would be a masterpiece. It pained him that they couldn't sign their work but Walter would easily be connected to Samantha. After a few months when interest in them died down and once the movie about Donald Lucas debuted on television, they could sign their work and it would be blamed on copy cat killers. After being denied Samantha for so long, Jack wasn't going to risk being separated by the legal system.

Jack's cellphone rang and he answered. A moment later he hung up and told Samantha, "Konstantine just called and he is going to go to Walter's room now. He'll call us when he's on his way."

Konstantine went to Walter Anderson's room and knocked. When Walter answered, Konstantine said, "I have just gotted off the phone with man from conference. He say there was mixing up about where you to stay. You not supposed to be here."

"I should certainly say not! I'm assuming I'm at the hotel where the conference is being held," Walter snapped.

"No. Hotel is filled full. But hospital administrator want you stay at his house, I have address and take you, is very fancy neighborhood. But you may stay if you are liking."

"Thank you no. I would rather leave."

"Very good, I will let you pack and have my car waiting, I takes you personally," Konstantine insisted and left to phone Jack.

Less than an hour later, Walter got out of Konstantine's car with his suitcase in hand, immediately Konstantine drove off leaving Walter at the end of the driveway. There were a few lights on in the upstairs of the house and Walter was supposedly expected so he walked up to the front door. On the front of the heavy oak doors there was a note which he was able to read by the porchlight. It read, The door is unlocked Walter. Come inside and a servant will show you to your quarters.

Walter opened the door and walked inside, there weren't any light on in the foyer and he struggled to make his way in the darkness. As he walked there was a strange sound as he walked across the plastic drop cloths. After a couple steps he collided with an object and realized it was a person.

"Excuse me, I'm Walter Anderson. Could you turn on a light and show me to my quarters?"

The person in front of him didn't respond, but a feminine voice behind him said, "Of course."

As the lights came one and the sudden flash of light blinded him, behind him Samantha asked, "How do you like the accommodations, Daddy?"

Walter spun around and dropped his case stunned to see his Daughter. "Sam?"

Standing behind Walter, Jack moved quickly and brought a syringe from behind his back. Efficiently he injected his Father-In-Law and watched with amusement as Walter turned his head several times between them and his eyes went wide with panic. A moment later he fell to the ground with a thud as he lost consciousness. Together Jack and Samantha maneuvered him to the plastic covered banquet table they had set up to serve as the operating table.

After positioning Walter on the table, Jack shackled his Father-In-Law's ankles and wrists to the table, immobilizing him and inquired, "Are you ready?"

"Yes. Let's bring him around and get started."

Jack gave Walter another injection and requested, "Could you bring me the IV pole? I want to start a saline drip to help keep him alive until the last possible moment."

As Samantha wheeled the IV pole to the table, Jack began to cut Walter's shirt off, tossing the fabric and the scissors into a large white garbage can that sat nearby. Taking a saline bag from the table, Samantha hung it on the pole while Jack found a vein in Walter's arm and inserted the IV needle. Jack gave Samantha's gloved hand a reassuring squeeze and then took IV tubing and connected Walter with the saline.

Taking a scalpel Jack just pressed it against Walter's collar bone when he roused and screamed, "What are you doing!"

"Just a little surgery," Jack informed him and started cutting.

"Sam do something!" Walter demanded.

"Why? Why should I stop my husband?" Samantha asked. Coldly she reminisced, "I think it was a scene just like this on the day you stole my child from my body and killed him."

"Sammy it was a necessary sacrifice, you were too young and that research was necessary!" Walter tried to reason with her. "It was a child that should have never been and it's been long dead."

"IT was named Jack Konstantine," Samantha corrected angrily. "You strapped me to a table, just like this and cut him from my body. The whole time I pleaded with you and you ignored me."

"You gave my wife sedatives so she was groggy and a muscle relaxer, most likely Versed like I've given you," Jack told him. Then offered an unholy smile as he continued, "You gave my Samantha an epidural and likely a local anesthetic. Tonight I've carefully tried to recreate the scene, but the one minor difference is, you will not be receiving and epidural or anesthetic."

"Sam for God's sake," Walter pleaded.

Jack began making a y-incision from Walter's collar bone down to his navel as the older man screamed, "You won't get away with this! I'm important, I'll be missed! And the neighbors will hear my screaming!"

"That's right Daddy," Samantha sneered contemptuously. "The neighbors will hear your screams. But apparently you're so important that you haven't looked at a calendar. Tonight is Halloween and we've had Halloween sound effects tapes going loudly for days as have several other houses in the neighborhood."

Samantha emphasized her point by walking over to a stereo near the door and starting a tape. Wind howled and cackles jockeyed with screams through the air as Bach's Toccata Fugue played underneath the din. Flipping a switch, although their patient couldn't see, Samantha turned off the porchlight and turned on the electric lit pumpkins to illuminate the container of treats on the porch Walter had missed. Jack had chosen the perfect way to hide Walter's murder.

"Sammy please!" Walter begged as Jack made an incision at the bottom of the cut and began to pull back the flaps of skin. "I'm going to bleed to death!"

"Stop being melodramatic," Jack commanded. "I assure you that you won't bleed to death. The little drug cocktail I gave you should help prevent it. Not to mention that I'm a first rate surgeon."

"Sam, please!" Walter wailed.

"That's, Samantha," she reprimanded.

"Samantha love, could you hand me the rib spreader?"

"Rib spreader!" Walter spluttered.

"Indeed," Jack confirmed as he accepted the tool from his wife. "You should know it is standard procedure for open heart surgery."

"For the love of God!"

"Actually for the love of my wife," Jack responded affably and began slowly opening Walter's ribcage. After opening Walter's ribcage, Jack paused and hugged Samantha, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Placing a kiss on Jack's mouth, Samantha answered, "Very much. Although I was a little worried that he wouldn't actually have a heart when you opened him up."

Samantha took a small packet of salt and rubbed it on the folded back flaps of skin on Walter's torso, eliciting a series of screams.

"Ah, did that hurt?" she mocked.

"Sammy, I'm your Father! Help me!"

Taking a scalpel Samantha began cutting pieces of skin from the drawn back flaps of skin. Suddenly she stopped and asked, "Jack do you have your lighter?"

Curious about the deviation from the plan, Jack nodded and handed it to her. As he watched, Samantha pulled Walter's shoes and socks off. When she held the flame to the bottoms of Walter's exposed feet, Jack smiled admiringly at his wife's ingenuity. The burns wouldn't kill her Father, but they would dramatically increase his suffering. Walter bellowed with pain as the flame moved from one foot to the other and the sickly sweet scent of cooked human flesh filled the air. When Samantha handed Jack back his lighter, he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. For years he'd dreamed of seeing her like this and it was everything he'd dreamed of.

"Samantha," Jack sighed contentedly as Walter screamed behind them. Pulling himself out of his reverie, he inquired if she was ready to proceed.

Moving back to Walter's open chest cavity, Jack picked up a scalpel and carefully started to free Walter's heart. His movements were very slow and deliberate, because a single slip would cut the evening short. Keeping the heart connected and pumping while freeing it was a task that few surgeons could accomplish, but Jack was determined not to let Samantha down. Nearly finished, Jack paused to look at Samantha before returning to his task.

"The human heart is a remarkable thing Walter," Jack lectured. "You broke your Daughter's heart and mine when you murdered our child."

"Do you know what a broken heart feels like?" Samantha demanded. "It feels like someone punched a hole in your chest and yanked out your heart. You can't breathe, you can't struggle. All you can do is feel pain."

"Since you broke my wife's heart, she's requested that I help her to break yours." Jack told him as he laid his scalpel down.

Cautiously, Jack reached into Walter's chest cavity and brought Walter's beating heart out in the palms of his hands. Both Jack and Samantha were gratified by their patient's look of horror as he saw his heart in Jack's hands and the mass of veins and arteries that were connecting it to his body still. Samantha moved forward and held her hands out and Jack placed it in the palm of her hand.

"No!" Walter wailed.

"You murdered my Son," Samantha responded. Looking at her husband, Samantha held her hand out that had Walter's heart in it and asked, "Jack, would you hold my hand?"

The last sight Walter Anderson saw in the world was Jack and Samantha's gloved hands clasping around his still beating heart and crushing it. Dropping Walter's heart to the ground. The pair stripped their latex gloves off and held each other. Revenge complete, they embraced in a bittersweet mixture of happiness and sorrow. Although they were happy Jack Konstantine was avenged, they ached with sorrow that he had been lost to them before he'd had a chance to live and grow up.

"I love you my Samantha," Jack murmured tenderly.

"And I you, my Jack."

"Would you like to go to the motel while I clean up?"

"No Jack. I'm never letting you out of my sight again. Tonight we finish cleaning up the past and tomorrow we begin our future."

Several hours later they left the house after cleaning up and checking with a lumalite for any trace evidence. Jack buried Walter's remains in a cemetery in a fresh grave of a man he'd selected from the obituaries. The grave of an 82 year-old man who died of cancer would be safe, the man would never be exhumed. Changing vehicles at a parking garage, Jack and Samantha finally arrived at the For Seasons as the sun was coming up...