A/N - Jordan makes an appearance in this chapter. Just for reference my Jordan is Vinessa. No offense to the new actress playing Jordan, I just prefer Vinessa. She is who I thought of when I was writing this.
Sam taps lightly on the office door and then peers her head inside to see if it was okay for her to enter. Jordan waves her in as she ended the phone conversation she was having.
"Jordan, hey thanks for seeing me so quickly," Sam says as she walks up to the desk where Jordan was seated.
"Sure, no problem, Sam." Jordan replies calmly. "You said this had to do with a case you are working on?"
"Yeah, well, sort of." Sam hesitates as she scrunches her face up, knowing she has to come clean with Jordan of her little fib. Jordan looks at Sam with a scowl.
"What do you mean, sort of? Sam, you know I can't, I won't give you any confidential information from any on going police investigations!" Jordan exclaims.
"No, no, I totally get that," Sam clarifies as she holds her hands up trying to calm Jordan down. "Look, I'm trying to find someone," Sam explains. "I'm trying to find Drew." Jordan gets a knowing look on her face and begins to shake her head.
"I see," she sighs, a bit miffed. "Why do you think I know where he is?" Jordan asks defensively.
"Curtis told me, that he brought Drew to see you. He said Drew was going to ask you about finding Dr. Maddox." Sam recounted diligently. Sam hoped Jordan would know something about where Andre took Drew to do the procedure. Jordan folded her arms across her chest and began tapping her foot.
"Any information I know or knew about Andre Maddox's whereabouts is classified, I can't share that information with you," Jordan retorts raising one eyebrow.
"Jordan, look, I'm not asking you to reveal classified information just, please, if you know anything about where Drew might be I need to find him." Sam pleads, stepping in closer. "I know Drew wanted to go through with the procedure, I just want to be there for him, to make sure he's okay. Please, Jordan," She begs with urgency. Sam claps her hands together and begins rocking them back and forth. She needed to get Jordan to help her, it was the only clue she had to where Drew could have gone.
"Sam, believe me, I understand your concern. I - I jus.. Have you tried calling Drew, or texting him?" Jordan questions. Jordan turns around and begins walking back behind her desk. Sam could tell that she was about ready to dismiss her out of her office without telling her anything.
"YES!" Sam snapped back loudly as she lunged a bit forward toward Jordan. Sam quickly stepped back when Jordan turned and looked up at her sternly. "I'm sorry," Sam relented quietly. "I don't mean to raise my voice at you, but I have tried calling and texting Drew, of course. It goes straight to his voicemail." Sam mutters quietly.
"Sam, did you ever think, maybe, Drew doesn't want to be found?" Jordan quietly cautions. She puts her hands flat on her desk and lowers her back just a bit to look at Sam in the face. "If Drew didn't tell you where he was going, or THAT he was going, maybe there is a reason for it?" Jordan continues plainly. Those were word's that Sam didn't want to hear but, knew that Jordan had a point. Sam knew Drew was dealing with this on his own because he felt he had no other option, which is why it was so important for Sam to try and find him. She had to try and fix it, to let him know he was not alone. Jordan could see the worry and helplessness wash over Sam's face. She could definitely relate, Jordan knew what it was like to not be able to do anything to help the person that you care about. She breathed in deeply and brushed her hair back behind her ear as she spoke comfortingly to Sam.
"I'm sorry, I wish I could help you Sam, but I honestly don't know where Andre or Drew are, or if they are even together. I only helped Drew by giving him contact information for Andre, that's it, after that I don't know what happened." Jordan explained. Sam sighed out deeply and rubbed her hands over her face.
"Well, can you give me the contact that you gave Drew?" Sam asks excitedly "I won't tell Andre or anyone where I got the information!" She exclaims.
Jordan purses her lips up and raises her eyebrows at Sam. "I told you I won't give you any classified information," Jordan scolds. "Besides," she continued flatly, "the number has been disconnected." Jordan looks up at Sam, with a blank stare.
"I figured it was a long shot." She sighed glumly. "Thanks, anyway," Sam said sadly. She turned and as she was walking out of the office, she hears Jordan call out,
"I hope you find him!"
"So do I," Sam snapped back to herself, "before it's too late."
"No Monica, I haven't found out anything new," Sam bluntly states as she turns the key into the lock of the penthouse door. "I just wanted to check in with you to see if you had heard anything," She walks into the apartment, throws her keys on the desk and walks over by the sofa while she finishes her call. "Yeah, Monica, I really hope we find him. How is Scout?" Sam inquires cheerfully. "She did, oh that's so cute. Yeah, if you can get a picture that would be great, I know Drew will love to see…" Sam trails off sadly. "Yeah, I'll talk to you later, thanks again Monica."
Sam tosses her phone onto the couch cushion and quickly sits down next to it. She rests her elbows onto her thighs and places her head in her hands. She rubs her face and runs her fingers through her hair as she sighs loudly. "Drew," she whispers to herself. "Where are you?" Sam leans back into the couch and looks up at the ceiling, resting her hands on her stomach. She sits quietly for a moment just staring trying to think of what she could do next. "Of course!" She cries as she jolts up quickly. Sam shakes her head back and forth as she reaches for her phone. "Why didn't I think of this earlier?" Sam scolds herself out loud. Scrolling through her phone she finds the number she is looking for and presses the contact button. Holding the phone up to her ear she starts tapping her foot impatiently.
"Come on, answer please," she implores the ringing phone. Suddenly, she jerks up a bit, 'finally,' she thought. "Spinelli, hey, yeah it's Sam," she says impatiently. "Spinelli, Spin…" Sam holds her breath in as she twirls her hand around in a circular motion. She was going to have to get Spinelli to shut up long enough so she could tell him about the task she needed him to do. "Spinelli!" Sam shouted. "Sorry, but I really need you to listen right now. This is very important," Sam emphatically states. "Spinelli, I need you to trace Drew's phone." She explains raising her eyes up to the ceiling because she knew Spinelli would begin his droning on about Jason and how unfair it was that Drew took over his life. Sam had no patience for his rah, rah Jason spiel today. She had to treat the situation delicately though because she did not want to make Spinelli suspicious about her motives for finding Drew. The last thing Sam needed right now was Spinelli opening his mouth to Jason about any of this. "Hey Spinelli, look, I get it I understand, you feel bad for Jason, it is too bad that he lost those years. I just, I don't have time to get into that with you right now, okay?" Sam delicately insists. "Can you just see if you can trace Drew's phone please? What? No, no everything is okay, it's just, Monica asked me to try and see if I could find him for her." Sam bites her lower lip and winces as the little white lie passes her lips. "Yeah, he went out of town without saying anything to her and she is just a little worried about him, that's all. I'm sure he's fine, but I just wanted to give Monica a little piece of mind." Sam flicks her thumb and second finger while she purses her lips back and forth waiting for Spinelli to do his magic. She begins pacing back and forth in front of the couch growing impatient with Spinelli and his ramblings. Sam took a deep breath and tried to just blow it off, because after all, Spinelli was Spinelli and there was no changing him. "What? Really?" Sam implores disappointingly. "Okay, well, thanks for trying anyway. Yeah, I will give Monica your best, yes, I'm sure everything will work out, okay bye, bye." Sam mutters out with a sigh.
"Damn it Drew!" Sam snaps. "Why is your phone off?" She blurts out frustrated. She looks up and over to the cupboard next to the dining room table. She walks over and opens up the top drawer and rummages around in the back of it. Looking down sideways into the drawer she finally finds what she is looking for. It was a picture of her and Drew at their second wedding, the one when she married him as Drew Cain. Cain, she thought to herself and let's out a little chuckle, as she recalls Monica just informing her how Drew had changed his name to Quartermaine and had given her the new birth certificate along with her letter. She smiled sweetly as she looked at the picture and caressed Drew's face with her thumb. She held the picture to her chest as she walked over to the sofa. She sat down and leaned back into the cushion. Sam was at a loss as to what to do next. Drew really wasn't making this easy for her. That stubborn streak of his must have kicked into high gear and he was going to do this his way. Sam sat there on the couch raising the picture up to look at it again and then lowering it and holding it tightly. As she did that, she prayed a little prayer to herself that Drew would be okay and that everything would turn out all right. "Please, God!" Sam implored quietly. "Please just let him come back home to me."