So i've learned some very important things this semester in school, but the most important thing i learned is that my computer can't handle its beer. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own crap!
"Consider this an olive branch," Jimmy drops a thin notebook on the stomach of a sunbathing blonde before taking a seat on the adjacent chair.
"JIMMY!" Sam picks up the notebook flipping through it, it's been six years since she's seen this sketch book of hers. "You asking for help?"
"Not by choice, this is Ford's request and I owe him a favor." Sterling crosses both of his arms, he was not happy; the frequency in which this girl uses an ID or credit card was basically nonexistent, he got lucky when he discovered she had to swipe her ID in some small Arizona town, to buy cold medicine of all things but it still took him a week. James was also sure that a forger as good as her that could make as many identities as she pleases had multiple ones that she went by though he still only managed to have the name Samuel Ronson; which has to be the most ridiculous name for her to have.
"I see your still in a little tiff over the naked men you accused me of stealing back in Greece." Sam sits up from her lounging position so she's sitting square to Jim. "Jimmy, I don't know why you get upset over a little theft, if people didn't steal things you wouldn't have a job."
James bites his tongue and resists the urge to tell her to not call him Jimmy, it's not like she'd listen anyway. "Nate thinks he spotted a forgery and he gotten into a little situation with his wife who also happens to be IYS prime authenticator." Pulling out a card he places it on top of the sketch book. "If you want to help, call me by three tomorrow."
Sam sits in a dark room head steadily bobbing to the rhythm of music on her walkman, she's intently staring at the clock, when two fifty nine finally comes up she disconnects her headphones filling the room with the noise, her head continues to bob even as the sleeping figure jumps awake tackling her to the ground. "Mornin' Jimmy, I've decided to help."
Jim doesn't need the light to know who he is currently holding down, Sam's lucky he didn't snap her neck. "I said call, and I meant three P.M. not A.M." he's straddling her waist still holding her down, even in the dark he can see her head nodding slightly to the music of enter sandman. Metallica, James smiles slightly at least the girl had woke him up with one of those crappy boy bands that were becoming all the rage.
Sam is on her back, she smiles when she sees the tiny smile grace Jim's lips "So are you going to let me up?" Sam quickly sheilds her eyes with her free hand as Jim reaches up to turn on the light. He looks back down at her when he's done and nods his head. She waits a few more seconds but he doesn't move. "When?"
Jim laughs just slightly at the lyrics just start to be sung, "When the songs over." He has her left arm pinned to the side with his legs that are straddling her pelvis to keep her feet from kicking too much. He really did like this song and the little time out after waking him up at three a.m. would probably do Sam some good, or at least make her think twice about doing it again.
"It's a five and a half minute song!" she starts to wiggle and Jim grabs her free hand before she can grab anything to use as a weapon.
"Consider it a time out for waking me up in the middle of the night." She still is wiggling around protesting about not liking time outs, "would you prefer a spanking because I swear to god I'm going to give that to you next if you don't stop struggling."
Sam stops struggling and turns her head to the side letting out a little giggle before looking back Jim. "James," Sterling pulls back just slightly, she's never called him anything but Jimmy, and the softness in which Sam said his name had to be because she was planning something "is that a promise?"
The blush is only just starting to spread across Jim's cheeks Sam grabs his sleep shirt and flips him putting him in basically the same position she was just in, minus that his hands are trapped. Sam raises her hands in triumph before starting to play air guitar, "Dreams of war, dreams of liars, Dreams of dragon's fire. And of things that will bite, yeah." Sam is happily banging her head still playing air guitar, starting to sway her hips to the music, something shifts inside of Jim, this is not a position he's going to want to be in very shortly. "Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight." Her hips are still swaying, matching the beat perfectly and James can almost count the seconds before its going to get really embarrassing. "Exit Light, Enter night, Take my hand we're off-WHOA"
Jim takes that moment when her eyes are closed holding out her hand to turn the tables, pinning her on her stomach he sits on her knees holding her hands down. "I said time out." James cringes at the fluster in his voice so he changes the subject, "it's a really simple job we fly to Tokyo meet up with Nate both of you then identify the artwork and we fly back here, you even get paid."
Sam's quiet, Tokyo is a long flight especially from Arizona but it's not a hard job and this wouldn't be the first time she's help Nate identify a fake. "You know I prefer doing business deals when I can look the person in the eye."
"And I prefer to do them in the daylight when both parties are fully dressed," Sam makes a huffing sound "Now are you in or not?"
"I'm in if you answer me one question," Jim grunts for her to continue as the final notes of the song roll in, "Why did you keep my sketch book?"
"It was evidence."
Sam makes something like a laugh before replying "Well that's just ridiculous I never sign anything illegal with a daisy." The daisy was just a habit, she learned to draw way before she learned to write so her signature always was just a daisy, in fact that was the first thing she recalls drawing. "So now are you going to let me up?"
Sterling lets out a sigh as the strumming of a guitar starts to play on the walkman, he picks it up getting off of her ejecting the tape and slipping it in his pocket. "be outside the airport at six and that's P.M. if you are unsure." Jim walks Sam to the door his hand on the small of her back giving a more than encouraging push out of the threshold, "and Sam on more thing."
Sam turns her head to look at Jim he still has his hand on the small of her back, "Wha?" A firm smack lands on Sam's ass, Jim quickly shuts the door just catching the blush across her face.
He pulls the tape from his pocket; he can hear her say something outside the door calling him rude but he ignores her. Flipping the cassette over to the label there's nothing written on it, just a daisy drawn in the corner no bigger than an eraser; she would be one of the few people still clinging to tapes when CDs were the item to have.
Sam's right hand's fingers drum erratically against the armrest while her left hand it's clutching the adjacent one so tightly her knuckles are white. "Stop that." Jim grabs her hand it's gotten rather annoying, "For someone that I chased around the US and at least a dozen countries you think you'd be okay with flying." This girl had some rather strange fears for her line of work.
"I don't like take off." Jim can feel her hand shake, it wasn't an uncommon fear exactly. "Or turbulence, I really don't like turbulence."
"I've seen a video of you in Spain three years ago jumping onto the back of a moving car," Sam clutches her eyes closed, her grip tightening as the plane makes a steeper climb up. "How do you travel normally?" Jim was confused she was deathly afraid of water so she'd never take a boat.
Sam takes a deep breath eyes still closed, "allegedly jump onto a moving truck and that does not equal in the slightest to a mile high in the sky in a big metal object!" Counting backwards from ten Sam takes another deep breath, "and I fly I just clutch the armrest really tightly, tell myself it's okay to be afraid as long as it's not being afraid of being afraid, and don't let go until we land." She offers him a smile letting out the breath eyes still clutched tight.
Jim reaches up and presses the flight attendant button, it's still a few minutes before the plane levels off but the woman appears a second after the seat belts signs go off. "What can I do for you sir?" the attendant smiles politely.
"My friend here is a bit afraid of flying can- he get a drink?" Jim wasn't sure what to actually call her a him but the ticket he booked was for a Samuel and he was pretty sure that's what her passport said, after all she was dressed rather generically as opposed to the small dresses and bikini she normally wore.
"Sure what would he like; we have an extensive bar full of mixed drinks."
Sam's eyes are big, she doesn't drink being in a career were being alert meant staying out of prison alcohol and drugs weren't always the friendliest choices, but now as the twelve hour flight is staring her directly in the face it seems as good time as ever to start, "Whiskey," James motions to make it two, the flight attendant nods walking off. "If you have any more of those knock out drugs now would be a good time to slip them in my drink."
Jim laughs, if he knew that she was this afraid of flying he defiantly would have brought some. "Here you go." The attendant places both drinks down Sam takes her free hand picking up the glass and downing it in one swig wincing only slightly at the burn that fills her mouth and nose.
"This alcohol is defective."
"Think you can just keep them coming." James slips a fifty into the girl's palm, before taking his glass and placing it in front of Sam. "Here try this one."
"Okay, okay, draw thegirl with the pearl earring." James head rest on his hand, the armrest between them in the upright position, it's been five hours and though the four glasses of whiskey the girl drank did help calm her down it was when Jim put a pencil in Sam's hand and asked her to draw him something did she stop white knuckling the armrest.
"Easy one, this is like name that song. But better!" When Jim first asked her to do it he was really expecting something small and quick, doodles really but when she finished and finally showed him her work it was a fully detailed print of Salvador Dali's Persistence he couldn't help be impressed. Jim knew she was a good forger after all sometimes it took people months to realize her fakes were in fact fake but he was not expecting her to be so quick about it.
Sam's inebriation wasn't affecting her skills in the slightest, "Done, you're turn." James blinks and checks his watch it couldn't have been more than half an hour, "I said easy one."
"Did you steal the Girl with the Pearl Earring?" he has to ask not that he thinks she'll tell him anything but because he too may be a little tipsy and drunk people like to talk.
"Does it matter it's not an IYS insured piece?" she smiles still holding the book in his face he really doesn't do art well. "We can destroy the evidence that James Sterling isn't awesome at something if you're that concerned." Leaning across him she pulls the curtain closing off the rest of the plane to them "and look no witnesses."
"Fine what am I drawing?" Jim grumbles there's still six and a half hours left to this flight.
"Scream" when he starts sketching Sam scoots over to be sitting partly on his seat trying to get a better view he moves his arm making sure she doesn't get it. "You're making his body to big." Sam is undeterred kneeling up on the seat, "Why are you already shading him in?" She taps his arm up before sliding under it resting slightly against his chest. "Jim! You're doing it wrong." Sam makes a few quick erases than grabs his left hand. "Here I'll help"
"Jim, first you want to draw a basic outline of everything," Jim can't help but stare at her, Sam has finally said his name, twice, not Jimmy and she hadn't even realized. "Then once you have the outline you want to start shading the lightest parts first." He's not paying attention to anything she's saying just letting her hand guide his as he stares at her. Sam's blonde hair had grown, reaching just past her ears the tan she normal sported still flawlessly in place and every time Jim breathed in he could smell sunflowers.
"You're drunk." Sam turns to face him cocking her head just slightly, their faces are inches apart and Jim is smiling. "I said you're drunk, you called me Jim and you didn't even realize."
Her face turns red, Jim tightens the circle of his arms, drawing her in closer and firmly stopping any escape attempts, "Well you know Jim Jimmy James all the same."
Jim is the one who starts the kiss it's slow and soft and when his tongue runs across her lips Sam opens her mouth, it only lasts a minute before it ends both of them staring into the others eyes.
"Fuck." "What the hell."