Chapter 2
Sam sat in the waiting area impatiently. The FBI had been in with Jason for over 2 hours. Diane was there, but even she wasn't allowed in. She had pulled out all the stops, but the FBI had all their bases covered. At the moment, she was on the phone trying to find a loophole in all the federal red tape.
Finally, the doors opened and the agents emerged. "D.A. Lansing, we will be taking the prisoner into our custody. We appreciate the use of your facilities."
"I didn't have much of a choice," Ric sneered. As much as he hated Morgan, he was insulted by the FBI's abuse of power and for stepping into his jurisdiction. And besides, he wanted to be the one to finally bring the enforcer down.
They began to lead Jason out. Sam turned to Diane. "I need to see him," she pleaded.
Diane stepped forward.
"Agent Taylor, I would like a few moments with my client before he is transported. Ms. McCall also requests a moment with her fiancé," she said compellingly.
Agent Taylor considered the request. He sighed, then agreed. "Alright. You each have ten minutes with the prisoner."
The agents turned and led Jason back into the interrogation room. Diane squeezed Sam's hand and gave her a small smile before she headed into the room.
After what seemed like an eternity, Diane emerged and nodded to Sam.
"I don't want to alarm you, but this isn't going to go away easily. It might be awhile before you get to see him again, so make good use of your time," she said gently to the teary brunette.
Sam took a deep breath and entered the room. She closed the door behind her and turned to see Jason handcuffed to the table.
"Jason," she wept as she went to his side. She pulled him close to her.
"Sam, baby, it's going to be okay," he said as he tried to comfort her. He longed to be able to hold her in his arms.
"Diane said it's bad. How can they hold you? Is there proof? And why is the FBI involved?" Sam asked him.
"Apparently there is some kind of damning evidence. They're still playing their games and won't tell me exactly what's going on. They did reveal that the pier workers who were killed were actually undercover agents who were working a stakeout on illegal activity in the harbor," Jason answered with a sigh.
"Shit," Sam replied. "This absolutely sucks. You were nowhere near the harbor when this happened. I don't understand this!" She rose and began to pace angrily.
"I don't either and neither does Diane. That's what concerns me most, Sam. Diane has gotten me out of a lot of shit, but this is out of her reach."
Hot, angry tears ran down Sam's face. Jason fought back the tears in his own eyes. Both realized that this was bigger than they'd ever faced, and this could very well be the end.
"Come here," Jason whispered. "I want to hold you."
Sam went to Jason's side and sat in his lap. He raised his arms as much as he could and she ducked under so that she was between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pressed his face to her shoulder.
"I love you, Jase, and I'm not giving up. We're going to beat this," she told him resolutely. "I have to go."
"I love you, Sam. More than anything," he answered. "Stay strong and don't worry about me. I'll be fine." He tried to put on a brave front, but honestly he was terrified. The PCPD was a bunch of bumbling fools, but this was the FBI he was dealing with now.
She rose and pressed a final kiss to his lips before walking out the door. She went to Diane and both watched as Jason was led from the room in shackles out to the waiting van.