A/N: I actually do own Cat and Sam. Thanks go out to jcat for reviewing.
Cat looked at Sam as he drove her back home after the dinner with their friends who had a case to attend to. Now that she looked at him in the moonlight he looked pale, almost a touch ethereal. "Sam, how long?" She asked nervously and he grunted and gave her an irritated wave.
"Don't be worrying about things beyond our control, Cat."
"Sam!"
"I told you not to worry! Now hush. I didn't come back from the grave just to watch you fold up the first time things got tough. We both knew we wouldn't have long together. We knew that. All I wanted was for you to enjoy what little time we had without grieving over me."
"But- But we've only had a few months." Cat protested, hoping it would somehow buy them more time as Sam pulled up to the mansion and turned the car off.
He turned to her, looking more and more transparent. "No, please, no. Don't leave me, not now." Cat begged and Sam smiled fondly at her.
"Now you hush. Iffen there's a way I'll be back with you directly, you know that, my little Yankee Cat." He whispered faintly, then leaned forward and Cat felt a cool whisper touch her lips, then he was simply gone. She sat there, trapped between her grief and rage, but finally managed to get out of the car and stormed into the mansion, grabbing a hammer out of the toolkit in the hall closet and storming into her room.
She walked to her closet, drug out her suitcase and grabbed the statue hidden inside. She raised the hammer, intending to smash the statue in her grief, even if she knew it wasn't La Santa's fault, then dropped the hammer and clutched the statue to her, crying as though she'd never stop.
The End?