DISCLAIMER: Like I Own any of this ….

NOTES: Thanks for the feedback and your Patience! I had to move so …everything has gotten away from me ….

USUAL SUSPECTS

„I'm dead. " Sam surmised again after putting down his cell phone, C.J.'s stern sermon still ringing in his ears. Somehow he felt like he had just been told off by his mother.

Vicky gave him a quick smile, wriggling into a pair of jeans. He looked at her, not quite sure where to begin. She walked over to the window, frowning as she let the curtain slide back into place after a quick look. "You're in trouble, aren't you?" she asked him wryly.

"That is one way of putting it I guess. How do you know?"

"I'm pretty sure the eight reporters on the other side of the street are not here for me … at least, the press was not very interested in my activities on American soil so far and I don't recognize any of the usual suspects working for the SUN or the DAILY MAIL. So I'd say they are waiting for your …walk of shame."

Sam closed his eyes and shook his head.

"You know …I never do this kind of thing, pick a woman up in a bar, that is. This is the second time I went home with a girl I found intriguing and once again I am inciting a crisis…though this one might be slightly bigger than the first." He grabbed for his shirt which was flung over a potted plant and shook his head again. "I feel I should apologize for getting you into this."

She gave a very feminine laugh, walking over to him. "Oh Sam, that is so cute." She said, running her hand over his arm until she held his hand in hers. Sam liked it, her hand was soft and warm. "I think I´m the one who should feel bad. You had no idea who I was …." She took a deep breath, wrinkling her nose. "I on the other hand ….I knew exactly who you were. Seen a picture of you once in the Daily Mail….always thought you were….really hot." She admitted.

"Really?" Sam looked at her, trying to chase the stupid grin from his face.

Vicky nodded, frowning. "And you didn't pick me up in that bar, although it is very sweet of you to think that you did, very gentlemanly. But …once I met you and realized that you were just as brilliant as I thought, I just ….I picked you up, Sam. This is my fault, really. I should have told you who I was. I didn't mean to get you into trouble. I'll call my Dad and just …explain."

Sam frowned, still trying to sort through all the information whilst ignoring the pounding hangover he was nursing. She thought he was hot …and brilliant …well that was just …

Focus, Seabourne! The president …her father ...the White House….

"Vicky, that might be a little too …late. Your father is at the White House right now. Apparently he is having a meeting there with the president about a situation at the Indian border. That was one of the things C.J. was yelling at me about."

"Oh…." Vicky bit her lip. "Bollocks."

"Also …" Sam said, grabbing for his pants he had spotted in a corner. "For the sake of appearances we might have to date …for a while at least. I mean until I fuck it up, because that is what I usually do as several women have been kind enough to assure me."

Vicky crossed her arms under her chest with an amused expression, raising one eyebrow.

"Casually or …exclusively?" she asked.

"What?"

"If you want to date me for the sake of your country and your president, you should really be more specific."

Sam made a face. He had not seen this coming. Was she kidding?

"Well….exclusively, I guess…I mean…I don't know. I mean …if you want to …"

He paused, looking at her for a moment. "I'm doing this all wrong, aren't I? I should at least ask you …do you even want to see me again?"

Vicky sighed, giving him a sweet smile. He was kidding…he had to be. There was no way Senior White House Advisor Sam Seaborne did not know what a brilliant, attractive man he was. "Well, I think I will brush right past the fact that apparently you have only a very hazy recollection of sleeping with me last night …" she laughed. "And say …yes. I'd like to see you again."

"Good …That's good, right?" Sam realized to his surprise that he felt relieved.

Vicky could not help but laugh and stare at him in amazement. "You were not kidding when you said you aren't very good with this, were you?"

"I hardly ever make jokes, most people don't get my sense of humour and things get awkward very fast."

"I see."

"I need to get to the White House." He said in an earnest tone.

"I know. I could drive you if you tell me how to get there. My car is in the parking-garage underneath the apartment-complex." She gave him a sly smile. What those reporters most likely don't know is that there is an exit into the side street."

"I don't know if thats a good idea."

"And your plan was? Just leaving this building and hailing a cab while the hyenas fall upon you like a lost gazelle?"

Sam's forehead crinkled up. "I don't think I care for that particular analogy."

Vicky tried to suppress a giggle. After a moment of thought Sam nodded. "Maybe you are right…thank you." Also spending another twenty minutes with her sounded really good to Sam right now. He grabbed his jacket. "Let's go…"

"Sam ….Sam…." she said quietly, blocking his way. "Think Sam…." Her voice took on an earnest tone. "You want to take a shower before going to the White House." Vicky told him.

"This is rather urgent." he explained. Vicky frowned.

"Yes. I realize that, but …Sam …" she reached up to lay her hands around his face, making sure he looked at her when she continued. "So is the shower. How do I put this ….you were in a bar, we had a few drinks …quite a few actually. We came here and slept together …and to be honest we did go more than one round, sooo ….you want to take this shower now, Sam."

Then she stood up on tip toes and kissed him gently on the lips. Sam felt his jacket glide from his grip as his arms closed around her. She felt good …he remembered thinking so last night. How nice she felt in his arms, almost like she belonged there ….he grinned. One thing he did remembere was her giving Amy a run for her money.

"I think …I like you." He whispered into her ear. Vicky leaned back to look at his face, grinning.

"Good….I think I kind of like you too."

"This is nice …"

"Yes …."

"Sam?"

"Yes?"

"Drama, reporters …shower."

"Okay…"

"In the meantime I guess, I will try to find something more appropriate to wear when meeting the leader of the free-world ….and my father."