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A/N: Special thanks to Tisha0691- thanks so much I really appreciate your support. eb-dawg- thanks for the compliment, Sam's character is so much fun to write so yes character- base stories are my favorites too. Also thank you to all the readers. This muse is taking a life of its own; enjoy.

Susan then became Linda. As Linda she remained resourceful keeping some of Susan's business deals open since those trading didn't care what her name was just what she had savaged or what she could find. Linda felt trapped inland; with the storms subsiding at sea she carried on business as usual. The seamen had given her a cover story being grifters themselves they could relate to the young brunette. Linda ventured further north to Honduras trading spots, detoured through the West Indies where she had remained Susan. She had a hard time figuring out why she didn't fully detach from her persona as easily. Linda needed Susan she had reasoned with a mere hint of loneliness that she hid from herself. She was lonely. She didn't allow her inner self to indulge in a relationship. What would she call herself? That was a ridiculous notion she found herself rambling random thoughts, concerns, and needs that remained unsatisfied.

While trading on the coast of Jamaica Susan's tugboat had some minor mechanical issues. Susan had quickly resolved the problem in a temporary manner with a wire hanger and electric tape. An American businessman and his son lived on the beautiful island. Chase Black was a spoiled beach bum in Susan's opinion but as Linda she was attracted to him. She had seen him during many of her stops to the West Indies. While waiting on parts for her boat she decided to go inland to a hotel away from Chase water acrobatics. She introduced herself to patrons and villagers as Linda. It was risky since she wasn't very far from the coast and trading zones. She learned the trick from Cody as a kid. The innermost cities were well populated on the islands were people were use to tourism so you didn't stand out…as much. It was Cody's trick to use a different alias on an island from what the coast liners would recognize him while Sam manned a boat. She could hear his voice instructing her don't forget to lay low and trust no one until I get back. I'll always come back to you; the thought brought a stray tear to her eye. Get yourself under control she told herself.

Linda took the key card in hand making way to her private suite. She had treated herself to a bath with scented oils…she loved the aroma of French Vanilla it engulfs her surroundings just as Kat's herbal teas did and she found it relaxing. So much so Sam had fallen asleep until she heard a sound at her door. She had hang the do not disturb sign so it couldn't be room service or housekeeping. She grunted recalling in Costa Rico someone was looking for her.

Linda hurried to drain any evidence of a bath while she rushed to get dressed. She reached for her gun tucked safely behind her lower back. Someone was either insistent or doing a lousy job at attempting to break and enter. Linda approached the peephole to see who was irritating her rest. It was that kid again. While surfing the waves Chase decided to rescue her from herself, from the trapped indoors.

Linda grabs her bag pack and walks out she as decided Susan could still make it to Haiti for another search for gold. She knew it was less than 300 miles between both Island but she had taken a different route this time she had stopped first in Negril, and now she was in St. Anne's Bay the northern middle of the island she estimated from the coast to open sea wouldn't be too bad if under 200 miles. Her salvage ship could haul the tugboat for now but she didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to her large vessel. Chase Black was polished but had no airs about him. The family name allowed him to veg out in all the best Country Clubs on the Island. He didn't care for the glamour, back-stabbing socialites, or the business dealings that moved villagers to make more casinos and high raise for tourism and elitist. He was content with his surfing board and shorts. He was far from modest sporting a shirtless chest. She knew he cleaned up nice in a suit because she ran into him while on the inland when he was late for a meeting. After fixing her boat, Chase was impressed with the no nonsense young women. Thus, he showed off his 360 triple back flip and mid-air boarded her tugboat's main deck….big mistake. She realized he knew there was something hidden about her. He was calling out pleasantries about unlocking the mystery wasn't as impressive as her laissez faire appeal unless of course someone was trespassing she gave more than a damn.

Susan pulled her trigger without warning hitting him in the chest, shoulder, and right below the belt. Ow, ow, ouch that hurts he yelps. Chase went down like a slinky moaning.

She baited him, "him to get up! You freaking baby if I wanted to kill you I would have used bullet now get off my boat or I will throw you overboard."

"Thank goodness for small favors," he continued to moan clearly distressed patting his manhood to reassure himself he was still intact. Susan chuckled loudly she ease herself down to his level "I suggest you go swim with the fishes the cold sea will be your icepack. I'm in my right to protect myself from anyone trespassing."

Once the throbbing ache subsides on his affected areas he welcomes the onset of numbness. "You show no remorse, Linda, you have maimed me and all you can do is laugh at me huh."

"You know my name," she asked sincerely? Now looking at Chase differently she admitted he was just being a boy. Boys will be Boys. Chase's café au lait skin gave the slight appearance of redness marking his bear chest. Suddenly, Linda became uncomfortable with their close proximity and quickly tried to stand but was tugged back to her knees lightly by Chase's touch on her ankle.

She wanted to take things slow but Linda was eager. Chase talked her about his parents' expectations for him to take over the family business and follow in his father's foot steps. They moved from their hometown in Houston, Texas six years prior and made frequent trips to accommodate the increase demand for spas, cruises, and affordable vacations. He thought of the island as his second home and loved the people. He couldn't believe with each high rise built the locals were getting exploited. Linda saw a sincere passion in his eyes matching is voice. His words had touched her, she wondered if by staying quiet about the rogue operatives it had been a good idea. She needed to stay hidden was her reasoning but it would only make matters worst if no one believed her. They spent time together on her boat, walking on the coast, and before she knew it was three days of filled with friendship. He was growing on her. It was hard not to like him he was down to earth and charismatic and gallant. The part is back for my boat and an easy fix so I guess I'll see you next time. "Until then and maybe then I will call you Linda Black, Chase said presumptuously. "Sure if you say so," Linda teased and did hope that their friendship would continue to blossom.

Now out to sea stuck in her thoughts she found the short time letting go was exhilarating. She notice it may have started out as just someone to talk to but seemed like was more. She was self conscience about their physical attraction. I knew the first rule in the con world it was grilled into her mind. Never let your heart lead you. Now for the first time she really understood why. The heart had a way of wanting things that wasn't rational. In her head she knew all the reasons why a relationship won't work. Chase was just a friend. She knew she would have to tell him the truth about her circumstances. Where would she start she would never want to take him away from his family to a life on the run. It wasn't fair but then again life wasn't fair. She also didn't want to put anyone else's life in danger. At least for the unforeseen future…have to stay focus on JT and Linda. Wow, she surprised herself with how ingrained the aliases were even in her own thoughts.

Linda dreamed about the peace of the beautiful blue form. It was always the same dream since Sandy would look out the window to the stars praying that everything she was doing was not in vain. Then her mind would drift towards the immense capacity the ocean had to wash away her thoughts and she found a calming effect by it. She began to stir when she felt she was no longer alone. She had her gun drawn until she heard his voice. I could have killed you, Sam exclaimed.

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March 15th, 2014 Penthouse #2

After speaking to Spinelli early this morning, he knew why Sam seemed uneasy. He didn't want to talk about the lies that would blow their whole world apart. Not now after they have been through so much. Jason had left Sam's peacefully sleeping after coming home late from a stake out. He wasn't worried that was a lie or her needing back up since she was working with Dante, Lucky, and Cruz along with Stan.

Jason was stretching out the kinks in his neck from side to side in vain for his muscle remained tense until Sam walked stealthily behind him into the kitchen as he reached for a cold beer. Suddenly he felt her hands kneading his neck. Only Sam's sudden touch registered as guard down anyone else foolish to creep up onto the Enforcer would meet a hasty assault. As Sam continues to knead his muscles as a violin responds to her commands, he feels the weight of the world release from the nape of his neck. Low groans and quiet sighs escape before Sam cell rings.

"I have to get that "she says with anticipation. "Hello. Thanks for getting back to me so soon...ah uh...yea...oh thank you so much... How are they doing? We really appreciate it. I owe you one. Thanks again..." Sam continues while waving Jason over to the phone and registering his displeasure for arranging another sleep over for the twins.

"We love you both so much behave yourselves she told the twins. Ok buddy watch over your sister and baby girl please listen to your brother. We miss you too. Oh Daddy would like to say good night. She hands her cell to Jason as Emilia and DJ boisterously fight over the phone. Jason pulls the phone away from his ear quickly when he hears a loud thump and Emilia's loud cries " you did that...calm down guys he hears Robin's voice in the background.

"Mia! DJ! Then he heard silence. Ok either of you keep this up your sleepover will be over, he says sternly. Whoa... Okay... Buddy you and your sister will have to learn to pick your battles, he breathes out shaking his head at Sam, not sure if he was talking to toddlers, his babies. Okay we will discuss it tomorrow. We miss you, listen to Auntie Robin please, we love you too.

Hold on baby girl." Jason places the call on speaker. "I love you! I love Mom...my. I love you Daddy," they say in unison. It's my turn to talk to dad...no me… gonna get us in trouble...shhh. Mommie! Naught faiwr... Daddy see! Jason wanted to laugh at the twins' impatience but simply says "we love you both too. Its bedtime have a good night." After a moment of silence they both reply "ok", Jason shakes his head. "They are your children!" Sam laughs.

"Don't you mean our children," Jason smiles.

"Definitely and they are fine Jason. They will be back to their mayhem and bring balance to the universe." Sam chuckles reassuringly.

"So why are they at Robin's? I thought tonight was Carly's turn," he asked.

"No Jason it was our turn but I asked Carly and Robin to host again. You would know it if you weren't constantly breaking promises to be home," Sam voiced the end coming out more sarcastic than she intended. I'm sorry its just that I want our family to count on each other unconditionally and I hate telling myself and more importantly the twins we are going to do something as a family just to feel let down when we don't keep our promises," she says sincerely.

"I know Sam. I know. I'm sorry I missed the surprise you had planned," he says softly.

"Jason I know you know. No, don't worry you just will have to see a repeat performance of our kids making dinner. It's hilarious how much more they bicker. But I have to say they cook better than me." Sam laughed heartily when she saw Jason's shock.

"Babe I'm only kidding, they pretended to with their kitchen 5000 deluxe. Sometimes, I think they are adults trapped in munchkin bodies."

"I know they grow so fast. DJ saw me shaving the other day and decides to put whipped cream all over his face and told Mia that she wasn't a boy so she couldn't have any," Jason relaxes

"Those two are always at war but they are two peas in a pod. We are doing well so far...they are amazing," Sam smiles.

"So far," Jason enjoyed parenthood especially with Sam's rituals their family ran smoothly.

Sam begins to clear the table but Jason pulls her towards him into the living room knowing she wanted to talk.

"Is there something on your mind?" Jason asked simply.

Sam nods.

"I want you to tell me," he knew this was going to be a long night.

Its just that everything is always taking you away from us. I hate it. I hate feeling alone, needy, or frustrated...you know that about me already...

Jason puts up a hand to interrupt. "No, I'm not mad at the business or the situations that cause the interruptions... Its just that we have...Never mind"

"What? We have to what Sam?" Jason tried to show patience but failed.

"I can't put it into words," she replies after a long pause.

"You can't or you won't?" Jason clarifies. "What's that suppose to mean?" Sam says defensively.

Sam you needed to talk about something. So, talk to me, her husband implores.

"This is not a one time thing Jason. Its about something that will affect us. Its about," Sam begins.

"Ring, Ring, shit I'm sorry its Johnny I have to take this, Jason hated to do that when she was finally going to open up."

"Its fine. Go I'll wait," Sam says patiently with all the courage she could muster. "Johnny, what's up? Tonight...okay I'll meet you there in fifthteen minutes," he says into his cell phone. He moved over closer to Jason onto the couch reluctantly wanting to leave Sam when she just started to open up. "Sam I'll be back as soon as I can I'm sorry," he approaches her frown with a tender kiss. "I pro..."

"Please don't make any promises. Just be careful, I'll be here whenever you get back. Please wake me up if I fall asleep," Sam interrupts his promise.

"I will," Jason says as always while placing his dual guns in his lower back concealed beneath his black leather jacket. "Sam, I love you," he adds. "I love you too," Sam rests her head against the couch with a sigh.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this update. Stay tuned. Who's on the boat with Linda? Will Sam finally tell Jason or will more interruptions come their way? Thanks again for reading and your support.