So MY BAD. I actually wrote this such a long time ago, but wasn't super happy with the chapter until recently.

Clover drove out of the driveway and immediately pulled her own communicator out of her ear and gave it to Sam who crushed it with her shoes. Turning around to face the backseat, Sam tapped three times, letting Alex know she could come out of the trunk and once she did, Sam crushed her communicator as well.

The girls stayed silent until Sam pulled up her compowder, where she texted Dean to tell her they were made and all communication systems were offline. Once they were clear, Sam bent down and ripped off her shoes angrily. "Who the hell does he think he is?"

Clover nodded in agreement while pulling the cap off her head. "I know right! I researched the hell out of this guy and nothing in my review told me he was a forger!"

Alex popped her head out from the backseat. "Um more importantly, how the hell did he know Sam's name?"

Sam scoffed, "Yeah Clover. Isn't that the bigger issue here? My cover is blown! We need to call Jerry."

Clover sighed and pressed a few buttons on the command screen. "At least it seems like he just wants to fuck you and not rat you out to the cops."

Sam slapped a hand against her forehead and bit her lip to stop herself from ripping Clover a new one. "Not the point here Clover", Sam said through gritted teeth.

Jerry's face materialized onto the screen. "Yes girls?"

"Jerry", Sam said while removing her earrings. "I've been made. I need my Martin passports ready—"

"Okay no!" Clover exclaimed, pushing Sam out of the frame. "Jerry, Tim Scam is a forger, a seriously good one if Alex couldn't immediately see it was a fake—"

"—Hey, hey! Give me like two minutes and I'll verify it's a phony give me some credit okay it was dark—"

Clover went on as if Alex didn't interrupt. "And he knows who Sam is, but! We can use this!"

Sam rolled her eyes, "The next time I see him will be in a body bag—"

"Girls. GIRLS!" Jerry shouted until the three of them stopped trying to talk over each other. "It's alright. Sam, you know for sure he knows your identity?"

Sam nodded. "He said Samantha."

Clover rolled her eyes, "He didn't say Samantha Simpson, don't you have like four aliases with the same first name c'mon. Don't burn another alias for this guy, especially! When. He's. Into. You."

Jerry raised an eyebrow and Clover hurried to explain. "He wants to see Sam again, for you know, a date. He could barely keep his hands off her and someone doesn't want to use this!" Clover said, glaringly accusingly at Sam.

"He tricked us! How did he even know we were on comm's?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because there was barely any space between you two?" Clover rolled her eyes. "Like no judgement, totally one hundred percent would have done the same, but it's not that hard to figure out."

"Girls!" Jerry exclaimed, a rosy blush on his cheeks. Alex was already fiddling with something in her hands, very used to Clover and Sam's arguments.

Jerry turned to Sam. "Sam, I understand your concern. It's best to lay low for a while. I want the three of you to scatter and let the heat die down before the next job."

Clover's jaw dropped. "No! Sam has a date with Scam next week." She turned to Sam, "Don't tell me you're not dying to get your revenge on him? This is our chance!"

"Hey this is a pretty good forgery", Alex said from the back. Apparently while Sam and Clover had been arguing, she rolled out the painting and the canvas encompassed the back of the car. Everyone turned to look at her. "Like, Sammie look at this", Alex said as she pointed to a portion of the painting, "Isn't this color dynamic stippling what you also do? He got it down cold. Oh! And the paint looks so authentic at first glance. It'd take at least a week in the lab to figure out it's a forgery."

"Knowing Tim Scam's methods would be ideal..." Jerry said while cupping his chin in thought. "In fact, he caught the four of you completely off guard. We thought he bought most of those paintings legally, yet maybe he stole most of them and made it look like there was a legitimate money trail."

'Great, I know where this is leading.' Sam thought while crossing her arms and leaning back into her chair. No point in contributing to the conversation anymore was there? Everyone seemed to have made up their minds.

"I say we vote on it", Clover said, turning into the driveway of the hotel. "All in favor of Sam seducing this guy out of everything he's worth say aye. Call Dean. He needs a vote. We'll call you later Jer." She said as Alex handed Sam a duffle bag. Jerry disappeared from view as Sam took her clothes out.

"No! Clover oh my God. I'm not good at this." Sam exclaimed, changing into leggings and a T-shirt. "I obviously ruined the mission for us and he's going to see another con coming."

Alex piped up from the back. "Well I mean we don't have to do this if you don't want to Sam. But... it would be a good way to learn how to do this better? I mean I thought we were good but Scam's clearly another level."

Clover parked the car and turned to face Sam. "Sammie listen to me. Let's do a long con. Convince this guy to trust you enough so that when he least sees it coming, we rob him. Show him not to mess with us."

Sam tied her hair into a ponytail. "But—"

"No buts! Sam I've never heard you so confident around a guy, like, ever. Clearly you're on your toes around him which is a good thing!" She put a hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezed it. "He brings out a side of you that you could, no offense, kinda practice more. If anyone messed this mission up, it's me. I didn't gather right intel and we went in blind. I'm sorry."

Sam sighed and brought her friends in for a hug, as much as they could with the car seats in the way. "I love you girls. Fine. I'll think about it, okay? For now I'll lay low. If Scam can still find me in a week, then I might as well go on the offense and play him for what he's worth."

Clover and Alex smiled. "Deal."

Sam waited until Clover pulled up to their hotel and all but ran out of the car, bag in tow. While normally she would have waited for them, she was tired and exhausted and mostly embarrassed.

She knew they had a point; a really good point. But this flirtation/seduction/actress role she needed to con Scam was not her forte in the slightest.

Clover was right in saying that this was a good way to practice those skills but... if she was being honest with herself, Sam knew that deep down, there was no acting involved. She wasn't even sure where that came from. Sighing as she waited for the elevator, Sam contemplated the pros and cons of going after a man like Tim Scam. A man who, clearly, knew what he was doing. She and the team were a well balanced, well oiled machine. But Tim Scam, from all their reports, seemed to work alone despite all the bodyguards he surrounded himself with, and yet he bested all of them today.

Maybe this is a bad idea, she wondered as she pressed the button for the fifth floor.

Glancing at her phone, with a slight worry that he already found her, Sam stepped out of the elevator, without a glance at anyone behind her. She started typing an encrypted message out to Clover, Alex and Dean, with plans to lay low. She herself had to pack her things and maybe move to her New York or Texas address depending on how warm or cold weather she felt like dealing with. They could go after Scam another day, when he didn't see them coming a mile away. That way they had more time to plan, especially now that they knew he forged his own paintings well enough to pass as the real things.

With eyes still on her phone, she grabbed the keycard out of her wallet and slid it through the lock.

And the first thing her eyes fell on were the red roses sitting on her desk, roses that distinctly were not there this morning when she left for Scam's party.

Sam gulped. She knew who they were from, and a cold terror went down her back. If he found her this easily, not even hours after they left his home, then there was no escaping to another state to lay low. He'd just find them, her, again, and it would blow their entire operation. They had to deal with him now.

Closing her eyes and steeling herself for the next move, Sam picked up her phone and dialed his number.