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Mercedes had woken up this morning and so far she hadn't received a phone call from Santana, Harris, or Artie, and because of that, her morning could be slowed down to the ninth degree. Typically she was rushing out of the door to get to work and see who needed help but days like these she cherished because it meant she could stop by the local coffee shop before she went in. She was waiting in line for her order and responding to emails when there was a bump on her elbow causing her to drop her phone.
"Oh, sorry about that I can be so clumsy sometimes." The man replied as he bent down and picked up her phone. When Mercedes saw his eyes she recognized him as the man she had a saw in the elevator yesterday.
"I hope you aren't one of those people whose lives rely on their smartphone," He smiled as he gave it back to her. She looked down at her phone and clicked a button.
"Nope, it still works, but I um recognize you as the guy I saw in the elevator from yesterday at the Four Seasons," Mercedes replied as she looked at him.
"Yeah, I remember you too, kind of hard to forget a beautiful face like yourself. Can I pay for your coffee, a treat for nearly breaking your life?" He joked.
"I can tell you aren't going to take a no for an answer so sure go ahead, but can I at least get your name first?"
"Sam, Sam Evans."
"Well, Sam Evans I would like a coffee with almond milk, and three sugars please, and thank you, make it small," Mercedes replied.
"You got it." As Sam paid for the coffee Mercedes stood to the side as she watched him. She did have to admit that the man was attractive, with his hazel eyes, his short hair, and his clean-shaven face. He was something fun to look at.
As she waited for him to turn around she received a phone call and without looking at the number she answered, "Mercedes Jones." She began.
"You know a good friend, know how to keep in touch with another good friend, or respond to an email. Hell even sends a smoke signal, but not you Mercedes Jones, you go ghost for God knows how long, and it makes me sad. Because I thought our friendship was better than that, I mean after all we both make sure that one Sean Groster was elected as president, back in our heydays, and you know that I am his Chief of Staff and there are a lot of jobs I have to do. One of them is to keep Mr. President very happy." Kurt Hummel spoke into the phone.
"Yet here you are calling me, Kurt, I don't work for you or him anymore, my time at the White House ended about a year ago, and I am perfectly fine doing what I do now," Mercedes replied.
"Of course Mercedes, I am sure helping politicians keep their pants up, and keeping their dirty secrets stuffed in the metaphorical closet brings you much joy but I also know of a person who does, and it made you content with the life that you used to have," Kurt said.
"Kurt, tell him that I do not plan on seeing him, so he can stop using you to get to me."
"Mercedes, I called you on my accord. If your ass is not going to come here willingly, then I am more than happy to send security guards, and top agents to storm that little office of yours to make sure they gather you and make you come to the White House."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Make sure my pass is up to date, and I will be there when I can." She hung up the phone and Sam came back with the coffee and gave her hers.
"Thank you, Sam."
"You're welcome." Mercedes gave him a small before leaving the shop, and a few seconds after she left Sam exited the shop himself and got in his car with the intent of following her.
When Mercedes arrived at the office she noticed that Santana had dropped a box of doughnuts on the large table that they used for big meetings.
"What made you want to buy everyone doughnuts?" She questioned as she grabbed one for herself.
"Very funny, they aren't from me. Quinn Fabray had them delivered after we got that Rachel chick under arrest. She said to consider it a token of appreciation, but she still won't leave us the hell alone, if something happens to fall into the cracks of us." Santana explained.
"That district attorney can work a nerve, has anyone called in for today?" Mercedes replied.
"No."
"Good, I have to go run an errand but the minute something comes up call me." Mercedes insisted as she left back out of the door.
Sam was quite surprised that Mercedes Jones was going to the White House. He was listening in on her conversation and heard bits and pieces and her current walk over there only confirmed his suspicions. Luckily, she hadn't found out about him which was perfect, and now he could use his job there as a gateway in case he and Mercedes bumped into each other. As she walked through the halls he noticed that she was heading to the president's office.
"What business could she have there," He muttered to himself, as he walked into his own office.
"Is he in Talia?" Mercedes questioned.
"Yes, him and Mr. Hummel," Talia replied. Mercedes opened the door and closed it behind her as both Kurt and Sean looked at her. She dropped her purse on the couch and looked at the two men.
"What do you want?" She questioned.
"I didn't summon you here Mercedes," Sean replied as his piercing green eyes laid on hers.
"I did," Kurt interrupted as he stood and gathered his things, "You miss her, and it is starting to affect your job performance, so let me be your perfect Cheif of Staff and handle it. I'll let you two talk." Kurt walked out of the room and shut the door leaving Mercedes and Sean. It was true that Mercedes and Sean had dated at the start of his presidential campaign and once he was president she worked as his communications director. The issue arose when Sean was asked if he was seeing anyone and he replied that he was actually seeing a woman by the name of Penelope Whaller. Mercedes was beyond pissed and when she confronted him he simply stated that they had been on a date to save a face and his answer was to save face. She didn't appreciate the answer so she left and she didn't look back.
"You look good," Sean commented.
"I am not here for pleasantries so what is going on?" Mercedes replied.
"Mercedes, I look, I fucked up, ok I miss you and please if you will have me I will be the man that you want me to be," Sean began as he walked towards her, "I know everything with Penelope was wrong, and I see that now, but I am asking you to give us another try, to work here again. Please."
Mercedes backed away and she was cornered between the wall and Sean as she looked down, "There is no us, Sean, you made your decision and I in return made mine, don't try to spin it like you want a second chance with me."
Sean leaned in, "I know you miss me, no matter how much you try to deny it but you and I both know that I miss you more than anything in this whole wide world, and not a single man can you make you feel the way I can."
"Sean does not touch me. I have moved on, and you need to start doing the same, or hell maybe do your job, the one that you chose over me. And the next time you have Kurt try to threaten me into coming here, there will be serious issues." Mercedes hissed, she pushed Sean back and stormed out of the office and walked down the hall, but stopped when she caught wind of Sam looking at her.
"Ok, at this point you have got to be stalking me." Mercedes pointed out.
Sam laughed, "No, but I do work here though I am the boss of the Counterintelligence Division. You know as fate would have it Ms. Jones I think we should go out on a date."
Mercedes scoffed, "I have bumped into you what maybe three times in a span of two days and you want to go out?"
Sam shrugged, "I am not opposed to it, I'll be at The Presidential at seven thirty waiting for you." Then he started walking away.
"What makes you think I am going to go?"
"Curiosity always kills the cat."
Mercedes made it back to her office building and walked into Artie's tech room and as usual, he was on the computer, "Hey Artie."
"Yes."
"Can you look up this man for me please, Sam Evans?" Mercedes asked.
"Sure can I ask why?" Artie replied as he started typing.
"Just curious."
"Ok, well Sam Evans was born to Mary and Dwight Evans who live on a farm in Ohio. He is the only child, he went to school Ohio State played football, and baseball, then joined the military and he took his talents to Washington. Worked his way up from a secret service agent to now being the head of the Counterintelligence Division." Artie explained.
"No criminal records?"
"Not even detention."
"Ok, thanks, Artie."
"You're welcome."
Sam was sitting at the table of the restaurant and was scrolling through emails on his phone when Mercedes came through.
"This isn't a date," She began.
"It isn't?" Sam replied.
"No, it isn't, I don't know you, for all I know you could be a serial killer, who has been secretly following me to try and kill me."
"And yet you came here."
"Look, I don't date, and I have been fine with that," Mercedes replied as she started to walk off.
"Fine we don't have to classify this as a date just call it two people being friends and trying to get to know each other, but you really should sit down, because I doubt that you are going to actually have a meal after you leave this place. Besides I ordered us a bottle of their finest wine, and it would be rude of you to pass that up." Sam spoke. Against her, will Mercedes sat down at the table and sure enough, the waitress came and poured them their wine. Mercedes took a sip before speaking again.
"How come you work at the White House?"
"How come you were at the White House."
"That is none of your business," Mercedes said.
"Then me working there doesn't concern you either, Mercedes. Look if you are going to ask me questions then I need an answer from you as well." Sam insisted.
Mercedes sighed, "I used to be the communications director, and I was called in to see if I wanted my job back."
"I am assuming you said no," Sam spoke.
"It just isn't where my heart is at the moment." Before Sam could say more Mercedes's phone rang and she answered the call.
"Yes, Santana."
"William Schuestor the governor of Indiana just walked into our office covered in blood, we have him sitting in the room and we won't let him move until you get here," Santana explained.
"Ok, do we know who it is?" Mercedes said careful not to say blood.
"He doesn't remember he just blanked out."
"Ok, I am on my way." She hung up the phone and grabbed her purse.
"I'm sorry I really have to go." She said.
"Hey it's fine, you go ahead I know how to reach you." Mercedes left, and Sam pulled out his phone to call his commander.
"She has William Schuestor coming into her place of business I heard rumblings of blood from the other line of the phone, do you want me to follow her?" Sam reported.
"No but drill her in tomorrow about William, if what happened is what I think is happening then we will need to be on high alert."
"Yes sir."