Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Hi lovelies! I know... I know. This delay was shameful. BUT I come bearing a new update - the longest to date I think.

This one hurt to write... for reasons. But I do hope you enjoy it. As always, thank you thank you thank you for all the feedback and keep it coming!

Sam dropped his keys on the table by the door and took a deep breath. It was good to be home. He originally planned to take the last flight out of Los Angeles, but after several meetings and some promising leads he decided to head back early and put some things together to go over with Artie. Slipping out of his jacket he took out his phone and smiled when Mercedes answered a few moments later.

"Hey you."

"Hey yourself. How was the trip?"

Sam grabbed his suitcase and brought it into the bedroom.

"It went well. Things moved faster than expected, so I caught an earlier flight back." He started lining his toiletries on his bathroom shelf. "What are you doing for dinner?"

"Skipping it. Tomorrow is the award show- " there was a brief pause and rustling as she addressed someone on her end " - so Quinn and I are finishing up some last minute prep work before rehearsals in the morning."

"Well, you can check security off your list." He walked back over to his bed and started putting clothes into the hamper.

"Your team is amazing," Mercedes replied gratefully.

"We do what we can, darlin'." Sam zipped up the suitcase and put it in the closet. "I'll let you get back to work because I'd hate to be the reason why millions of teeny boppers miss an opportunity to see T. Swift, but tell you what –" He turned off the light to his bedroom and started down the hallway to his office. "When you're done, come by and I'll make you dinner."

Her laughter turned into a groan at his offer. "I'd love to, but I honestly don't know what time I'll be done here."

"Doesn't matter. I wanna see you."

Sam felt her smile through the phone. "Ok then. I just added your name to that list you mentioned earlier." Her voice took on a playful, sultry tone. "Now I have no choice but to do you."

He chuckled. "Mizz Jones, you truly have a way with words."

"I do what I can darlin'. See you later, Mr. Evans."

Sam ended the call and turned off his phone as he sat down at his desk. Time to get to work.

Los Angeles Police Department

"Israel, come here for a second."

Jacob looked up from the files on his desk and saw Officer Abrams watching him from across the room. He quickly slipped the latest issue of the Times under his keyboard and walked over to where the man was waiting for him.

Artie waited for Jacob to enter his office before closing the door behind them. "Jacob," he began as he walked over to his desk and sat down, motioning for him to do the same. "I need you to be honest with me. What's going on?"

Jacob shifted nervously in the seat. "Sir?"

"Your head isn't here." The officer leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands in front of him. "You keep looking over your shoulder like you expect the boogeyman to attack at any moment, you're checking your phone every five minutes... Why don't you tell me what's going on. Let me help you."

"Nothing is going on, sir," Jacob replied immediately, mentally cringing at the anxiousness in his voice.

The other man didn't respond, his expression unreadable.

"Ok then," he finally said into the silence. He nodded. "My mistake." He leaned forward and began flipping through the files on his desk. Jacob remained motionless, unsure of what to do next.

After a few moments, Officer Abrams looked back up and raised an eyebrow. "You're dismissed."

Jacob nodded and stood. "Yes, sir."

He was halfway to the door when he heard the officer speak again.

"Jacob, why don't you cut out early. I commend you for coming in, but I'm sure your hand is killing you. We've got it covered here."

He swallowed, his palms growing sweaty. "Thank you sir, but I'm fine."

"That wasn't a suggestion, Officer Israel."

Jacob took in a shaky breath and slowly exhaled. "Yes, sir."

He quickly walked out of the office and closed the door behind him, his heartbeat racing. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he saw his partner staring at him.

"You good?," the woman asked, concerned.

He nodded and licked his lips. "Yeah. Just gonna head home in a bit." Jacob shot her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "These meds are stronger than I thought."

She continued to look at him strangely, her eyes full of questions.

"Ok… well," she nodded slowly, "let me know if you need anything. Want me to take you?"

"No!" He quickly backtracked when she raised an eyebrow. "I mean, no sense in you leaving the station just to come back. I'll be fine." He smiled. "Thanks though."

He walked past her to his desk and sat down, feeling her eyes following his every move. He made a point to straighten up his desk, hoping to give the illusion of normalcy. It must have worked, because a few seconds later she shifted her focus elsewhere. After looking over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, he quickly removed the clipping from under his keyboard and hit "send" on the email he'd been working on. Logging out of the computer, he slipped the article into his pocket and stood.

"Thanks again for the offer, Jenn," he called out as he walked out the door, not waiting for her response. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Once he was a couple of blocks away from the precinct, he reached for his phone.

"I just sent it," he said when the person on the other line picked up. "It'll take a couple of hours to get verification, but," he took a deep breath and clutched the phone tighter, sweat threatening to make it slip from his grasp. "…it's her."

Artie tapped his pen on his desk and closed the manila folder. He'd been reading the same sentence for the past five minutes, but he couldn't focus with his mind racing a mile a minute. Something was off. He picked up his desk phone and started dialing Sam's number, but quickly decided against it. He'd call when he had something concrete.

Mercedes sighed as she shut down her computer and rested her head on the desk, groaning when a knock sounded at the door.

"Oh God, Quinn," she said without opening her eyes, "never again. We're never doing this again."

The woman laughed and slid into the chair across from her.

"Put that on the to-list for next year," she agreed with a sigh. "This is insane."

Mercedes slowly lifted her head. "But worth it. Did you see that article The L.A. Times ran? The buzz is growing."

"I did see." She grinned and removed the bobby pins that kept her hair up, running her hands through the released strands. "Great idea to reach out to them."

Mercedes grinned as well, immensely pleased with all that they had accomplished in the past few months.

"Now all that's left to do is sleep."

"And eat."

"Yeah," Mercedes said, fighting back a yawn, "that too."

Quinn rose from the chair and slid her purse onto her shoulders. "Wanna grab some food?"

Mercedes stood as well and made her way to the door. "Can we save it for tomorrow's celebration? I'm actually heading over to Sam's."

The other woman let out a whistle and made a show of checking her watch. "Oh reeeeaaaallyyyy," she purred suggestively. "How's that going?"

Mercedes looked at her and smiled. "Really well." She slipped into her jacket and opened the door, turning off the light as they walked out into the hallway. "How are things with you and Mr. Puckerman?"

The blonde shrugged. "Eh, it's going. Too early to tell, but he seems interesting enough."

Mercedes hid a smile and didn't say anything as they walked a few more steps.

"Ok, fine," Quinn huffed, giving into Mercedes' unspoken challenge and trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile of her own. "The man is amazing, but I'm trying to take this one slow. We're going to dinner after the award show, so I'm actually gonna need to rain check that rain check."

Mercedes smiled and reached out to rub the other woman's arm. "Done." She turned to walk towards her car. "See you tomorrow, bright and early."

Quinn waved as she walked in the other direction towards her own vehicle. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be here before the birds wake up."

Mercedes laughed and quickly closed the space between her and her car. The fatigue of earlier was slipping away as the thought of her destination gave her a second wind.

Sam was just stepping out of the shower when he heard the buzzer sound. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and padded into the living room, glancing down dismissively at the small trail he was leaving behind him. He opened the door without even bothering to look through the peephole and quickly pulled Mercedes through the threshold, bending down to capture her lips with his. Her hands immediately went to the nape of his neck to bring him closer. It wasn't until breathing became difficult that they broke apart. Sam placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Hi."

"Hi," she said, blushing slightly when she got a better look at him. "Is this…" she swallowed. "Is this a bad time?"

Sam loosened his hold from around her waist and leaned over to push the door closed, replacing his hand before she could even register its absence.

"Not at all," he murmured as he moved his hands lower.

She ran her hands from his neck down his arms, relishing in the lean muscles that tensed at her touch. She bit her bottom lip, stomach clenching when she felt his grip on her tighten.

"So, how was your flight?"

"It was fine," Sam replied distractedly, grabbing her hand and leading her to his bedroom. Her heels click clacked briskly as she rushed to keep up with his long strides.

"And your trip? Did you get a lot done?"

Once inside the room Sam turned to face her and slid her purse off her shoulder.

"Yup."

She smiled and slowly took off her coat, letting it pool at her feet.

"What snacks did they have on the flight?"

Sam raised an eyebrow before walking behind her.

"Sometimes-" Mercedes inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as he pressed a kiss on her shoulder and unzipped the back of her skirt. "Sometimes they give you good things. For instance, one time," her breath caught when he started working the skirt past her hips and paused to caress her skin, "I got mints and some Ritz crackers. But some flights suck and -"

"Mercedes?"

She looked over her shoulder, eyes following him as he made his way back to stand in front of her.

"Stop talking."

She narrowed her eyes slightly and pursed her lips as she stepped out of her skirt, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal one of her favorite bras. She had worn it as a way to channel her inner diva for the hectic day at work, but the way Sam's eyes darkened as it was revealed was an unintended, but very much appreciated, bonus.

Stripped down to her heels and underwear, Mercedes backed Sam up slowly until his legs hit the bed. She gently placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed down, keeping her eyes locked on his as he sat on the edge, his silent dare spurring her on. She ran her hand down his chest and moved her fingernails gently across his nipples, smiling at his responsiveness. He was still somewhat damp from his shower so she leaned forward to lick the moisture that remained, mentally cheering when she heard him groan.

"Mercedes…" Sam said, his voice low.

She ignored him and continued her exploration, cataloging every inch so that she could call on the memory at a later time. When her hands reached his towel she traced the edge of it with a feathered touch, allowing her nails to scrape the skin gently. Sam called her name again, his voice going impossibly deeper and she looked at him with hooded eyes as she undid the towel with a flick of her wrist.

"Stop talking."

Sam drew in a breath when the cool air hit his flesh and let it out in a growl when Mercedes' warm breath soon followed. He pressed his hands into the mattress, fighting for control as her hands continued their tortuous journey across his skin. He looked down at her and felt his stomach drop at the look in her eyes. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He opened his mouth to say something – what, he didn't know – but then she took him in her mouth and he forgot what day it was.

"Fuck." The syllable was said softly, almost like a prayer and he had to stop himself from thrusting up.

She continued to tease him, running her tongue over the most sensitive part of him and using her hands to create a vice grip that had him shaking. As her lips and throat took more of him in, he groaned deeply.

"Shit…" he whispered, fighting desperately to hang on.

Mercedes smiled around him, moving her lips and tongue slowly. He was damn near speechless and the words that did come were spoken with an intensity she had never heard before. He was close and she loved that it was all because of her. With one final twirl she released him from her mouth with an audible pop and looked up with a smile. Sam licked his lips and Mercedes' stomach fluttered as he lifted her onto his lap.

There were no words as he sheathed himself with protection, ripped away her panties and positioned her over him, bringing her down on his hard length smoothly. Heartbeats racing and nerve endings on fire, they gasped in unison, neither of them moving as they savored the sensation of being reconnected. Slowly Mercedes began to swivel her hips, pushing Sam back onto the bed and spreading her hands over his chest. Almost immediately he joined her rhythm and she moaned, loving the way he gripped her hips and manhandled her in the best way possible. She felt powerful above him as she controlled his pleasure as well as her own. She licked her lips lustfully and picked up the pace.

Sam let out another curse as he watched Mercedes move above him, a vision with her hair wild and skin glowing. He gripped her tighter, her moans tapping him right in the core. Suddenly she stopped the salacious roll of her hips and he took a deep breath, thankful for the reprieve. The break was short lived however, because almost immediately she started clenching around him, milking him in a rhythm that was their very own.

He leaned forward and pushed up her bra, taking one of her released nipples into his mouth and biting gently. He felt her hands fly onto his head, keeping him steady as he moved his attention to her other breast. Mercedes whimpered and he lifted his head, bringing her lips down to his. She resumed her movements, winding and rolling onto him, the kiss turning messy as their movements became frenzied. It wasn't enough that they were joined in the most intimate way possible; they needed more. Their hands, lips, and tongues battled for control as they gripped, caressed, and licked, trying to get impossibly closer.

Placing his hand on the middle of her back Sam flipped them over, running his hand up one of her legs and guiding it to his waist. As he pulled out of her his eyes caught sight of her feet and the realization that she still had on her heels triggered something primal. He gave a sharp thrust back into her and received a sharp squeeze in return. Settling into a steady rhythm, he leaned down to bite her shoulder, the material of Mercedes' bra and her hard nipples scraping against his chest. He felt her hands travel down his back to grip his ass, pulling him deeper as she rolled her hips underneath him. Between the soft moans sounding in his ear and her muscles pulsing around him, Sam felt the familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach.

"Come," he demanded gruffly in her ear, changing the angle of penetration and reaching between them to grab her breast. She let out a loud scream and he swallowed it with a kiss, using his tongue to mimic his thrusts. His movements intensified as he moved his mouth from her lips to leave bites between her neck and her shoulder and he felt her body tense as she wailed. The sharp press of her nails and the rhythm of her release triggered his own and he trembled, hips slowing down until all that moved were their chests as they struggled to draw in oxygen.

Mercedes' hands dropped from around Sam and flopped onto the mattress. She moaned contently, pleased with the weight of him on her. When he rolled off a few moments later, she was disturbed and confused by the immediate loss she felt. She kept her eyes closed and was trying to drown out the thoughts rushing through her head when she realized he had said something.

"What?"

He cleared his throat. "Ritz crackers."

"What about them?" she said mustering up the strength to turn her head and look at him.

"On the flight we had Ritz crackers."

She smiled. "Oh."

The two laid in comfortable silence until Sam looked at her and sat up.

"I promised you dinner," he said softly, leaning over to press a kiss on her shoulder. "Stay here."

She swallowed as he got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She watched him like a hawk as he walked back out and slipped into a pair of sweatpants and she was still staring when he walked out of the room. When he disappeared around the corner she buried her face into the mattress and closed her eyes, the kiss on her shoulder outweighing the mind numbing orgasm he had given to her moments before.

Oh damn.

Sam opened his fridge and pulled out the ingredients needed to make some omelets. A glance at the clock showed that it was almost 1am, so the meal was somewhat appropriate.

He moved effortlessly from fridge to counter to stove, combining vegetables and dairy products from memory. Once everything was ready he stood back and looked his handy work, a smile of pride turning into a frown of discontent. Something was missing.

Sam walked over to the counter and selected some bananas from the fruit basket. He peeled and sliced them and walked back over to the fridge to add some berries to the mix. He had no idea why this was taking so long, but for some reason this meal was extremely important. He shook his head and forced himself to step away from the food spread and get Mercedes.

He found her sitting on the floor wearing one of his shirts, her back facing him and he stood there silently, taking in the view. After a few moments she turned around and smiled.

"You play?"

Sam saw that she was kneeling in front of his guitar case, her small hands tracing its sides.

He smiled. "Uh huh. Been playing for a few years." He leaned against the doorframe and watched her admire the case. "You can take it out if you want."

She looked over at him and then back at the case.

"How long have you had this?"

"Since I was in high school. I got it for my sixteenth birthday."

He watched her nod slowly and noticed that she didn't make a move to take him up on his offer. He walked over to where she sat and joined her on the floor, pulling the case towards him. He opened it and stared down at the wood in front of him. So many stories were captured within its frame and strings.

Mercedes' soft voice broke him out of his thoughts. "Tell me."

One look at her face told him exactly what she meant. He cleared his throat.

He took out the guitar and rested it on his thighs as he settled against the bedframe, his legs stretched out in front of him. Sam took a deep breath.

"Growing up I never knew that we were poor. Not really anyway. My parents worked hard to keep that from my siblings and me… there was always food on the table, clothes on our back, and a roof over our head, but I could pick up on the little things – how they whispered when they thought we weren't around, how anxious they got whenever the phone rang, the late hours they worked…" He paused and ran his hand across the instrument. "I remember begging for this thing for years, but I slowly caught onto the fact that it wasn't an option so," he shrugged, "eventually I stopped asking."

"One day I went to pick my brother and sister up from school and Stacey came running out in tears because someone said that we were too poor to keep our house. Apparently one of her classmates was the kid of a banker who liked to talk business at the dinner table and let out that we weren't keeping up with monthly payments. I told her that no way was that true and she believed me." He looked over at her with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Big brother powers and all of that, but..." he swallowed, "I knew there was some truth to it. My dad had gotten laid off from work a few days earlier and my mom was crying all the time…" He realized that he'd been absentmindedly plucking at the guitar strings and removed his hands, putting them on the floor. He had never been one to talk about himself, especially not to this degree.

"When we got home, both of my parents were sitting in the kitchen waiting for us and I just knew that this was gonna be the conversation where they tell us that we're moving or something. Instead my mom came over and gave us a hug, put some cake down, and they all started to sing me happy birthday." He looked at Mercedes but quickly averted his eyes. "I had completely forgot that it was that day." He shook his head. "About halfway through my dad just stops and looks at me with this look of complete confusion and goes 'You know, son. There's missing something. Can you check the living room for a sec?' I'm confused as hell and dying to tell them what happened with Stacey, but I go like he tells me to." He gripped the guitar handle tightly. "This was sitting out there waiting for me, with a bow on top." Sam's voice cracked slightly. "And I just… I just broke down."

He licked his lips. "So flash forward a few years and things are going fine. My parents managed to have steady jobs, Stacey and Stevie are really settled into things and I'm over at Ohio State horsing around. I'm out one night with Puck and Mike when I get a call from my mother telling me that my dad's in the hospital and I need to get home quick. So, I packed an overnight bag, took this, hopped on a bus, " he shrugged, "and I never went back."

Sam paused and kept his eyes low. The last thing he needed was pity, but for some reason the words kept spilling out.

"My dad eventually got better, but he couldn't work like he used to so I stayed around to help out with things. It got to point where we had to start selling stuff like a goddamn garage sale and I…" He let out a humorless laugh. "I brought this to the pawn shop to see if we could get something for it and the guy refused to buy it from me. So I went to the next shop and then the next and eventually had to go into the next town. No one would look at it. I finally asked the guy in the last shop I visited why I kept getting turned down." He blinked, feeling something in his eyes. "Turns out my dad made some calls while he was in the hospital. He spoke with every pawn shop and music store in the state and told them not to buy this from me."

By this time Mercedes had joined his side and covered his hand with her own.

"So…" Sam shrugged at the contact, feeling exposed. He still couldn't meet her eyes. "…that's the story of my guitar."

They sat there like that – with her hands on his – until her soft voice broke the silence. "Play me something?"

Sam raised his eyes and looked at her for a moment before nodding. He picked up the guitar and strummed it gently, getting re-acclimated with the instrument. He closed his eyes as he played a few chords, his fingers quickly finding their rhythm and he started to hum along. When he finally opened his mouth, the voice that came out kind of surprised him. It had been so long that he had sang that he almost didn't recognize it.

Aren't you somethin', an original
Cause it doesn't seem merely assembled

And I can't help but stare, cause
I see truth somewhere in your eyes
I can't ever change without you
You reflect me, I love that about you
And if I could, I would look at us all the time

He lifted his eyes to hers.

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass
I'm here tryin' to pull you through
You just gotta be strong

I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making
Two reflections into one
Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me…

He played out the ending notes, using the side of the guitar to keep tempo until finally his voice faded into silence.

Mercedes sat frozen as he played and it wasn't until she heard the last note that she realized she had been holding her breath.

The silence hung between them for several moments and he shot her a sheepish smile that turned into a look of concern. Sam reached out to wipe a tear that made its way down her cheek and she leaned in, taking his face between her hands as she kissed him softly.

"Thank you," she whispered. She kissed him again.

Sam placed the guitar beside him on the floor and pulled her onto his lap as the kiss deepened.

"That was the plan all along, wasn't it," Mercedes said as she stared up at the ceiling.

Sam smiled and braced himself on his hand, reaching over to move a strand of hair from her face.

"You caught me."

Mercedes opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by her stomach growling.

Sam chuckled and patted her belly. "Let's get something in you. You must be starving."

Mercedes winked at him. "Been there, done that don't ya think?"

Sam laughed, relieved that his confession hour hadn't made things weird between them. If he had any doubts about the fact that he lo-

His breath caught in his throat at the start of that thought and he swallowed as he watched her pick up his discarded shirt from the floor and slip into it.

"Mercedes," he said, the sweetness of her name dulled by the bitterness of what he had to say next.

"Yeah?" She looked at him as she walked towards the door. He sat up, but didn't say anything immediately. He must have waited longer than he thought because she tilted her head with concern.

"You okay?" she asked, stopping in her tracks.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just -."

Her stomach growled again, interrupting him. "Can we talk and eat?"

Sam licked his lips and nodded. "Yeah," he said, standing to slip into his sweatpants, "that works."

Mercedes walked into the kitchen and gasped slightly at the spread in front of her. She turned around to look at Sam when he entered behind her.

"Did you just do all of this?" she asked, touched.

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, well I did say I was gonna make you dinner… Mercedes, look, I really need to –"

"Do you want orange juice, cranberry juice, or water?" she asked as she walked over to his fridge, holding the door open to look at the options.

Sam took a deep breath. "Water will be fine."

Mercedes walked over to him with two glasses and looked at the omelets.

"Sam, this looks amazing."

"Thanks." He grabbed two plates. "Fruit?"

She nodded and walked behind him to wrap her arms around his waist. "Yes please." Her voice was muffled as she pressed a kiss onto his back.

Sam dished out the food and was about to ask if she wanted anything else when his cell phone rang from his bedroom.

Mercedes walked over to the cutlery drawer and grabbed two forks, placing them on the counter for them to use. She looked at him. "Are you gonna grab that?"

He shook his head and brought their plates over. "It can go to voicemail. Besides, we're about to eat."

Mercedes smiled as he kissed the top of her head as he took a seat beside her.

Sam cut into his omelet and watched as Mercedes took the first bite of hers.

He felt a small degree of triumph when she closed her eyes in contentment and waited for her to finish her bite.

"Sorry it's cold. I didn't do the timing right."

"Sam, this is amazing. And so was the reason why it's cold," she shot him a look that let him know just how amazing she thought it was.

He smiled and opened his mouth to respond when the phone on the wall beside the stove rang.

Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "Goodness, someone really wants to get a hold of you. Are you sure you don't wanna get it? It could be something to do with work." She got up from the table, glass in hand. "Want any more water?"

Sam shook his head. "No, I'm fine thanks. And we have a system at work for emergencies. Everything else can go to voicemail."

As if on cue, the answering machine beeped and the caller began their message.

"Evans, where the hell are you? It's Artie."

Mercedes stopped in her tracks and turned her head towards the voice echoing through the kitchen.

"Surprised to hear you were in town. Usually I get a call when my favorite security team is playing in my backyard."

She looked from the machine to Sam, her expression unreadable.

"Anyway, I have something on this Donovan case that needs immediate follow up and I don't wanna discuss it over a message. Call me back when you get this."

Mercedes reached out blindly, looking for something to hold onto.

Sam scrambled to his feet and started to move towards her. "Mercedes, I –."

"Don't touch me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't you fucking touch me."

She stalked away from him, yanking off his shirt as she walked back into his bedroom. When she emerged seconds later she was haphazardly buttoning her blouse and tucking it into her skirt. She quickly put on her shoes and stuffed her rumbled underwear into her purse, trying to shrug into her jacket at the same time.

When she walked past him towards the door, Sam grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.

"Mercedes-"

"I said don't touch me," she said, again with the same calm voice, yanking her arm free. The fire in her eyes was the only hint of her anger. "You and your buddy Officer Abrams can go fuck yourselves."

Sam closed his eyes as Mercedes walked out of his apartment, the door closing with finality behind her.

A/N: See why this hurt?! And the song Sam sings is "Mirrors" by Justin Timberlake. If you don't have that album go buy it. Now.

Okay, and as you're taking in what just went down, I have a question for all you Sam/Mercedes fanfic fans: A few months ago I started reading a story where Sam was a comic book store owner and one day his sister uses his computer. She checks his email and, thinking she's helping him, sends out a bunch of emails in his draft folder to.. .dun dun dun Mercedes.

Has anyone read this story or know what I'm talking about? I forgot to save where I found it lol so I can't read updates! Not sure if it was here or Tumblr, but if you help me play detective I'd be forever grateful.

If y'all don't know what I'm talking about, I'll post it when I figure it out for you all to read lol. I'm always down to share great writing.