So this is the last installment of this i'd say everyone let me know if you want to make a sequal but since i average about on review a chapter theres really no everyone...

So i don't own anything: well accept Sam/Andi

and personal thanks to my three reviewers(which i hope kept reading this :D)

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"NATHAN" Sam screams running and jumping on Nate, "I've missed you so much!"

"Is she drunk?" Awkwardly Nate pats her back placing the lithe girl on the ground.

"Yes." James is standing trying his hardest not to sway "I myself also might be a bit drunk."

"Whiskey is DELICIOUS!" Sam hops over back to Jim picking up his arm and placing it across her shoulder before doing the same to Nate. "Off to see the wizard!"

"We have to work tonight guys!" Nate is not happy, the two of them brutally maiming each other he could deal with but this.

"Wait, wait, wait you mean to tell me that the reason I had to deal with both of you being drunk off your asses was because you two kissed and couldn't get over it like adults?" Nate again does not sound happy, though it was a bit of a botched job.

"Hey you've never had to kiss Jim Sterling you can't lecture me on how much alcohol I'm allowed to consume after that."

"Nate she has a point." Elliot is the one to speak but Parker and Hardison are the ones to back him up.

"She got thrown from a window because she was drunk!" Nate slaps his hand on the table nothing went as planned that day.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa I got throw from that window because I'm a jerk." Andi nods her head "the drunkenness didn't help."

"Okay he keeps the painting in his office it's on the third floor, the party will be on the fifth floor." Nate says for what has to be the fiftieth time that day. Currently all three of them are at a cocktail party of the business man that owns the painting, both Nate and Jim are in penguin suits and Sam is in a small dark blue dress with extensions in her hair.

"You've told me this back at the hotel Nathan." There's a twinge behind Sam's eyes, she was awake since before the flight and has yet to get any sleep, though she is sure the pain is the beginning of her hangover. "And I'm going to climb down the elevator shaft pick the door lock and either confirm or deny the forgery easy peasy."

"One of us is going with you." Jim looks at Nate, he's also feeling the beginning of the hangover, he grabs a glass of champagne and takes a sip, staying drunk is one way to avoid a hangover. "I can't have a known thief left alone with a million dollar painting."

"Alleged and what do you expect me to do make a Van Gogh forgery with a napkin some wiring and whatever coloring I can get from the food?" Sam also snatches a drink and takes a sip out of it before Nate takes it from her.

"Well you've thought about it." Jim is not helping but Nate defiantly had a point.

"It's a reflex I'm sorry." Sam swipes the drink out of Jim's hand, he gives her a dark look but grabs himself another one, Nate takes both of their drinks and dumps them in a nearby plant. "Come on we're trying to blend in."

"Then go have some shrimp." Sam shakes her head before her face goes white. "Sam you okay?"

"Oh no you're not developing alcohol poisoning are you?" Jims reply is a bit of a pause after Nate's but that really was just the alcohol.

"My ex-boyfriend is here, I go over five thousand miles and my ex-boyfriend is here." Nate looks in the direction Sam is staring but when he looks back at Sam, she has left.

The boys catch up with her as she was picking the lock to the emergency exit. "New plan, we break into the CEO's office steal the painting and you both take it back to your boss as proof of forgery and I get the fuck out of here."

"How do you know that painting is a fake?" The door clicks open and all three of them start down the stairs, Nate is not happy one bit. "You need to tell me more than some guy you used to screw is here so the painting is a fake, or should I assume all your friends are criminals?"

Sam gets to the entrance of the third floor quicker than Jim and Nate and starts picking the lock. "that depends are you guys my friends?"

Nate's mouth immediately clamps shut, "considering I try to arrest you every time I see you I'm safe with saying no." luckily Jims is loosened up a bit.

"Then yes all my friends are criminals." Sam makes quick work of the floor entrance and even quicker work of the entrance to the office. "You know this seems real easy."

"Sam it's an office building not a museum, armored car, or some rich billionaire you're stealing from." Nate says tapping his foot wanting her to hurry up.

Sam walks over to the picture and rests her head against the wall looking behind the frame "All I'm saying is that if they can afford a Van Gogh then they should be able to afford better ah there it is." Sam smiles and giggles slightly looking at the censors "aw they're only touch censors there no fun."

"Sam do we have a problem?" Nate's standing by the door keeping watch asks the question, Jim shifts foot to foot rocking slightly in the office chair.

"No hand me that can of air," with a few quick sprays Sam has the painting down censors intact. "But I'm serious Nate this is too easy, they wanted it to be stolen." Nate shrugs and proceeds to walk into the main area of the office before waving them to come out.

Jim takes hold of the painting and flips it over in his hands, "hey there are staples holding on the canvas to the frame."

"And there's your better explanation staplers didn't come about until 1910 Van Gogh would have used tacks."

There's a single person clapping which sends the three of them into a panic looking for the source. "Samuel, Samuel, Samuel you were always such a smart girl." The man from early stands up out of the chair and walks in front of the fire exit, like Jim and Nate he is dressed in a tux with his blonde hair gelled back.

"Aw sweetie did you miss me?" Sam straightens a sparkle comes into her eyes, she's ready to play.

Sam takes a step forward, Tony does the same she does it again and then a third time before he's within arms distance in the middle of the room "RUN JIM!" Tony doesn't have time to react as Sam lunges and tackles him to the ground. It takes a minute and a push from Nate but Jim is out the door.

"Working for the insurance cops now Sammy Girl?" Tony throws her off of him before he grabs her by the hair pulling her and him to their feet.

"Sam" Nate runs over but Tony is quick and moves pulls her away and removes a gun from his waist band pointing it at Nate.

"Let go of me you small dicked nimrod!"

"Shut up." Sam continues to curse Tony out he pulls back the gun and pistol whips Sam quieting her down. "I have a gun and you know what you do, you listen to the guy with the gun."

"You said something quite similar to that five years ago and I believe I had the same response then, as I'm going to now." Sam takes a deep breath and turns slightly to Tony and the hand he's holding the gun in. "Smile, and blow me." Sam's hand reaches for the gun arm bolting out at lightening speeds and pushing it towards the wall before she rams her head into his.

Tony drops the gun arms flying to his forehead Sam uses the distraction to kick it away but winds up getting picked up by the waist and thrown through the air, Nate's scream is covered by Tony's "Fucking bitch!"

Her back hits the window first, it's quite a shock that shatters effortlessly no hindering the arch she's making. Sam's right arm lands beneath her on the ground, she skids to a stop, and can already feel the road rash eating away the exposed flesh. Her eyes are foggy she can't see but she can hear someone in the distance scream her name, and she can feel a pair of arms gently pick her up before she passes out.

"Who was that guy anyway?" Nate is the one to ask though all the others wait for the answer.

"Oh well technically when I used to do jobs with Tony it was three people a thief a forger and a driver." Andi smiles swirls her drink slightly "I always did like Paul he was a sweetheart, has a husband now." Too bad she could have dated him, but of course all the good ones were gay.

"So what happened to that Tony guy?" Parker perks up "Did you kill him Nate?"

Everyone at the table starts laughing "No I didn't kill him parker, I just detained him until the police arrived his two black eyes was because he tripped."

Andi's face lights up with a smile but she stands up. "Drinks are on me guys." She throws more than enough money on the table, "I have business I need to attend too." Leaning down she places a kiss on Nate's cheek before straightening and walking away.

"Andi what's going to be your knew name?"

She pauses at the door at Nate's question and turns back to look at the table of five. "I'm sorry Nate but we both know it doesn't work that way."

"I'm so sorry." Sam apologizes profusely to the man she bumped into scrambling to pick up the bag she dropped. "I just got off a flight and my legs are all wobbly." The man is the same height as her with long brown hair and broad shoulders he only lets out a grunt in response before walking away. "Well that was rude."

Brushing it off she continues to walk out of the airport into the light of day and across the street to the small park taking a seat at a café. Only half an hour goes by before the man she bumped into is being escorted out by Interpol. He's surrounded by agents one on each side of him as he's placed in the back of a cop car and taken away. "Well, if it isn't another successful arrest by the highly trained forces of the United States Interpol."

"Well, if it isn't another one of your competitions on their way to jail." Jim pulls out the chair across from her, sits down and takes out a thick manila folder placing it in front of them.

"Haven't you heard, I retired today." Her smile stretches to her eyes happiness and mirth.

Jim lets out a crooked smile "Are you sure?" but it quickly falls off his face when he asks the question. "You only get one shot at this Sam, there's no going back."

"Sam is dead, so is Joseph, and Anthony and any other name you may have called me." She stands up then and places a hand on the manila folder, "Jimmy we both know that if I mess up, you'll be there to catch me."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Jim frowns it was a too realistic possibility that he would be the one to catch her. "One more thing before you go."

Jim grabs her by the hand that's holding the folder and pulls her to him brushing a few loose strands from her eyes he leans down a places his lips on hers. It's very much like their first kiss soft and gentle. She melts into him allows his tongue entrance to her mouth Jim explores, memorizes the feel of her body against him runs a hand through her hair down her back. She lets out a small moan the kiss breaks apart and she's standing in his arms "what was that for."

"Encouragement." He places a small kiss on her lips and walks away her hand travels to her lips before she opens the folder flipping a few pages to find her new identity.

"Daisy Sterling," The name sound foreign and strange on her tongue but butterflies fill her stomach.