The heat of LA hit Danny and Martin as soon as they stepped from the plane. "No wonder Samantha loves it here." Danny commented, as he grabbed his bag from the carousel.
Martin only shrugged as he tapped his foot. Why did his bag always have to appear last when he really wanted to be going to his destination? Finally his bag appeared and he and Danny made their way through the thousands of people to the Car rental booth. "Afternoon, there should be a car booked for us."
"Can I have a name?" The perky sales assistant asked.
"It could be under Taylor." Danny said and the girl typed. She shook her head. "Try Fitzgerald." Typing again, then shaking her head. "How about FBI?"
"Here we are." The young girl said as she handed over the paperwork. Danny handed it straight to Martin. "You car will be sitting in Lot 56. Return the paperwork before you go and get the car though."
Martin quickly filled in all the details and handed the paperwork back so that he and Danny could finally leave the intense heat of the airport. Little did he know the heat outside wasn't much better? "If I crack an egg on the sidewalk do you think it'll fry?" Danny asked, trying to lighten the situation but Martin wasn't in for jokes. He wanted to get the job done so he could attempt to speak to Samantha.
After checking into their hotel the headed straight to the local police station. There they found Zoë sitting waiting on them. "I want to go home." She cried out as soon as they had identified themselves.
"Zoë why did you run away in the first place?" Danny asked sitting on the bench beside her. Martin rolled the sleeves of his shirt up before taking the chair opposite.
"I was having a tough time in one of my classes and then one of my friends and I got into an argument. I thought it best that I disappear for a while. But I was wrong." Zoë said in between sobs. "I always wanted to come to LA, thinking I would be discovered or something but it's nothing like that."
"I am glad you have decided to come home Zoë. There are a lot of people who have missed you. Your parents are on their way out here. They should be arriving in a matter of hours. They couldn't make the same plane as us, but they are desperate to see you." Martin told the relieved looking girl.
"Are they mad at me?" She asked in a small voice.
"A little, but I think they are just glad you are all right." Danny told her. "I think if you told them what you just told us then they may understand."
"Nothing is so bad that you can't ever talk to them Zoë." Martin added.
"I suppose." She shrugged before dropping her head into her hands,
Martin and Danny left her alone for a little bit. Grabbing two bottles of water they headed to the roof of the building. "Look at that view." Danny commented.
"It is amazing." Martin replied. "No wonder Samantha loves it."
"We'll see her soon. I just hope she doesn't have a heart attack when we appear on her doorstep."
Three hours later, Zoë and her parents were reunited and on they're way to a hotel for a few days. Her parents decided that a vacation for the three of them would do the world of good.
Danny got out the street map of LA and navigated Martin towards Samantha's apartment building. Pulling up outside of the beautiful building Danny took a deep breath. He wasn't sure that this was such a good idea. She certainly had picked a great place to live. The surrounding area didn't look too bad either. Walking up to the front door, they encountered the doorman. "May I help you?" The elderly gentleman asked the two strangers.
"Yes, we are here to see Samantha Spade. We were wondering if you could tell us if she is in and point us in the direction of her apartment?" Danny asked.
"Ah, Miss Spade. You wouldn't happen to be friends from New York?" Martin and Danny both nodded. "Well welcome to Los Angeles to begin with." Martin and Danny nodded in acknowledgement. "Miss Spade is home and at the moment in the pool I think. If you walk through the lobby and through that door, you'll find it."
"Thank you." Martin said.
The two men headed through the lobby of the apartment building before pushing the door open to the back of the building. The blinding sunshine hit them again as they scanned the area for Samantha. They couldn't see her and were about the turn and walk back to the door when they heard her voice. "You like that don't you?" Her sweet voice travelled to their ears and made them both smile. Turning back to the pool they saw her. Both men stopped and stared. Samantha was in the pool with a baby.