She walked up to the counter, gym bag slung over her shoulder. Sam was at one of the more popular gyms in Port Charles. Her FTA was some slime-ball fitness instructor who had been arrested for sexual harassment towards one of the other instructors.

"I'd like to speak with your supervisor, please" She was being overly friendly, not wanting to raise any suspicions. In reality, she wanted to gag at the sound of her own voice. She was currently sporting a high pitched, excited, innocent tone. A long way from her cold, collected one that she loved so much.

"Name?" The receptionist didn't seem too impressed with her. That was good. The last thing she wanted to do was raise any kind of red flags

"Taffee Ryan. Now that's T-a-f-f-e-e. Ma thought the two e's made it classier than a y. Wouldn't you agree?" She twisted her finger in her now straight, platinum blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She was playing the part of the kind of girl she felt herself wanting to shoot. She just had to remember that it was all an act.

Once she had her man, she would take his ass to the docket lieutenant. As soon as he was processed, she would go home and scrub any residual sugar off in the shower. Then she would make her way back to Jason Morgan's penthouse with the attitude and mind set she loved best.

"Whatever. Wait here" The receptionist disappeared for but a minute and then told her to have a seat upon her return

"Ms. Falconeri will be right with you" Sam had to keep her mouth from falling to the floor. If this Ms. Falconeri had any relation to Detective Dante Falconeri Corinthos, then she just hit the mother load. Maybe she wouldn't need Jason Morgan's help after all. There is nothing better than a scorned family member of the injured party when looking for information about an FTA

She sat with her temporarily spray-tanned legs crossed, large sunglasses pushed to sit on top of her head, and casually picked at her fingernails. Did she know how to play the part or what?

Glancing up at the sound of footsteps, she saw a woman walking towards her. She had her long brown hair pulled back and was dressed in a simple pair of black dress shorts ending just above her knees as well as deep red wrap around shirt. Her feel were encased by strappy sandals with a dangerously high heel.

"Ms. Ryan?" Sam nodded in acknowledgement before standing and sticking her hand out. The other woman grabbed it lightly before continuing

"I'm Olivia Falconeri and I own this establishment. I understand you are seeking employment as a fitness instructor." Sam over enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down

"I just want to say that I am sooooo grateful for this amaaaazing opportunity" Boy was she laying it on thick. Good thing she doesn't always act like this. She would seriously feel sorry for those who had to deal with her.

The woman's smile was genuine, but it was obvious that something was troubling her

"You will start off with a temporary position. I currently have a situation that involves two employees under investigation…. Speaking of which, I have a meeting to get to. Apparently one of the people under investigation injured her wrist and is unable to return to work for at least 8 weeks. Looks like you have a job for at least that long."

With that, she walked away and Sam couldn't help but smile. She had a feeling that she knew exactly who both of those people were.

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Jason was dressed casually in jeans and a tight black tee-shirt. It was his standard apparel. After working out his frustrations of not finding anything about "Kujo", he decided to pay a visit Olivia. He wanted to know how Dante was doing, but he knew the hospital would never tell him anything. Walking into the fitness center, he noticed a new blonde lifeguard through the windows of the pool.

Her body was like that of a goddess, he would give her that, but she seemed like the type of woman who would willingly hang out with Elizabeth Webber. That was definitely something he didn't want. He continued to stare. She had her back to him and his eyes fell to her ass, encased only by the skimpy bikini bottoms that she wore.

Shaking his head, he realized that this was the second girl in the span of a few hours that had him fantasizing. Man he must need to get laid or something.

Before he had a chance to walk away, a male lifeguard entered the pool area. He was definitely Hispanic and most of his body had been covered with tattoos. He didn't look like the type guy who would hang around a gym for the work out. He looked like he did it for the women in skimpy outfits.

Jason watched as he wrapped an arm around the woman's shoulders and then both turned. There was something vaguely familiar about her face. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he was positive he had seen this woman before.

He watched the man introduce her to the group of people in the water. When his arm left her shoulders, he placed it on her lower back and guided her stand at another point by the pool. As they were walking, he noticed the man's hand drop to make a quick grab at her ass. When he tried, Jason saw her quickly throw his hand from her body.

Her reflexes were fast, her face was set, but her mood hadn't changed. She still had a smile on her face, but her eyes were had and cold. As he thought about it, he knew those eyes. Those eyes belonged to the woman responsible for giving him a goose egg on the back of his head, as well as a sore back from being thrown from the couch.

Staring in amazement, he watched the class no longer interested in talking to Olivia. It was rather uneventful. There were a couple cheap passes, but he wasn't surprised that "Kujo" avoided every one of them.

When the last student cleared the pool area, he saw the man back her up against a wall. His hands went to her hips. Before his lips could touch hers, Jason had the man soaring through the air and landing in the pool with a splash.

"What the hell? I'm working here!!" Sam was furious. She had been so close. All he would have had to do was take one more step forward and she would have had him.

"I was this close, Jason. This close" She demonstrated her point by holding her thumb and forefinger mere millimeters from each other.

"And you just had to be Mr. MachoMan, didn't you?" Jason watched her stick her fingers underneath the band of her bikini top and pull out a pair of handcuffs. As he continued to follow her movements with his eyes, she walked to the edge of the pool and cuffed the man's hands together as he tried to climb out of the water.

"What is going on Taffee?" Sam rolled her eyes and Jason gave her an amused yet questioning glare

"Manuel Ruiz, you are in violation of you bond agreement. I have been assigned to assist you in rescheduling your court date." As she began to lead the man out of the room, she shot Jason a hard glare that told him he was in trouble.

When the man Jason now knew as Ruiz attempted to escape, Sam swiftly smacked him in the back of the head and shoved him forward, warning him not to test her.

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An hour later and she was making her way out of the PCPD, still wearing only her bikini. Everyone in the department knew not to comment if they wanted to keep the ability to reproduce.

When she finally made it out of the building, she found none other than Jason Morgan suavely leaning against her Porche. His arms were crossed over his chest.

"Taffy, huh? Is that your real name, cause it kinda sounds like the name of a prostitute" He was smiling but she wasn't amused

"That's Taffee with two e's. Its classier that way." She pushed him out of her way and unlocked her car door.

Before she could open it, however, his hand came from behind her and held her door shut. Next she felt his body flush against her back and his breath on her ear

"Do you always keep a pair of handcuffs in your bathing suit top?"His hand was now sliding up her stomach towards her chest as he pressed her between the car and his body. She was trapped