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Mercedes gripped Sam's cheeks in her hands as he placed a hard kiss on her lips. They had been doing this little dance of theirs for two weeks. He would randomly show up out of nowhere, Mercedes wouldn't resist his advances and then they would have sex. Great, passionate, amazing sex, and then they would do it all over again the next time they saw each other. However, Mercedes was starting to get irritated with this game so he insisted on playing with her. She pushed him away and he nearly knocked over his lamp with the force.

"I take it you are angry about something," Sam breathed out as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yes, what are we? What is this thing that we have going on?" Mercedes questioned as she looked at him seriously.

"Well, I am not sure I have never been good at the relationship thing in life, what would you happen," Sam questioned as he walked to the kitchen with Mercedes in tow. He headed to the fridge and pulled out a beer for himself, and some wine he picked up for Mercedes and gave her the bottle before giving her a glass.

"I think the sex we have is great and passionate, and I think we should mature about it. We both find each other attractive, and I think I would be willing to give you a shot in terms of dating you." Mercedes explained.

Sam smirked at her, "Sex is just "great?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes, "That is all you got out of what I just said."

"Well, I would be more than willing to start a relationship with you, but I do think we should work on the sex part." Sam insisted as he walked towards her with that wolfish graze. However, before he could pounce Mercedes's phone rang and she pulled it out of her pocket.

"Mercedes Jones," She spoke. Sam tuned the conversation out because he could tell by the way her demeanor changed from fun and playful to serious that she was going to have to leave for work. When she hung up the phone she turned back to Sam.

"I have to go, but look meet me at my place for dinner tonight, it will be a fun date." Mercedes insisted as she leaned up and kissed him on his cheek. He gave her a warm smile as she left the apartment and pulled the beer towards his lips, he was about to go take a shower but he received a text that Sean was requesting his presence. He rolled his eyes because he knew Sean was not going to let this go, even if it came down to embarrassing himself.

Sean was in his office silently fuming because he could not believe that Sam was now around Mercedes on an intimate level. He was furious that Sam would even date her after he knew what he and Mercedes had. Sure they had never met but still, the whole thing absolutely stood that Sam was in the wrong. Which is why he had insisted that Sam came in today so they could have a small meeting. He stood pacing the office when Sam came in wearing his regular clothes.

"How may I help you Mr. President?" Sam spoke not even joking with his friend.

"How much?" Sean spoke quietly.

"Excuse me," Sam said confused.

"How much is it going to take for you to walk away from Mercedes, I'll chart you a private plane to a remote island, I'll fund you booze and liquor whatever you could want, but you have to leave Mercedes alone," Sean said seriously.

"Are you honestly this fucking pathetic that you would try to bribe me to leave her alone?" Sam hissed.

"Yes because you are not good for her, Sam you sleep around, you leave strings of women behind you and now you want to sit here and act like this thing that you have with Mercedes is more than just sex," Sean added.

"Fuck you, Sean, because at least I am man enough to go after what I want, could you honestly say the same exact thing. No, you can't, so I am warning you one more time, because after this there will be no more. Leave me and Mercedes the fuck alone." Sam yelled as he stepped to his former friend.

"Or what?" Sean growled.

"You don't want to know," Sam spoke deathly as he walked out of the office slamming the door behind him. Sean rolled his eyes and plopped himself down on the couch when Kurt came into the office.

"You do know that we can hear your macho men's asses right," Kurt spoke.

"I need security 24/7 on Mercedes, I want to know who she is seeing, who she is working with all of it. I want to know everything, Kurt." Sean spoke seriously his normally brown eyes only darker because he was consumed with so much rage.

Kurt sighed, "Sean I need you to move on, let her go look Penelope is throwing herself at you, please for your sake take the damn bait."

"No, so how about you do yourself a favor and do what the fuck I asked and not question do you understand."

Kurt nodded his head, "Crystal clear." He walked out of the room leaving Sean stewing so much that he chucked one of his drinking glasses into the wall.

After dealing with a client Mercedes and Santana found themselves in Santana's apartment drinking and watching bad television during the midday afternoon.

"Ok, so tell me what is the deal with you and Quinn?" Mercedes asked.

"She wants me, and I want her but she is scared that something will ruin it. Anyways what is going on with you and fish lips?" Santana replied.

Mercedes snorted, "Fish lips?"

"Yep, that blonde adonis, who have you walking with an extra swish in your hips, and smiling a little bit brighter." Santana pointed out.

Mercedes sighed, "Well he works for my dad, and I guess I was on a mission that he needed to stalk me, and yes the sex is amazing, and I keep on letting it happen. However, I want more, and I told him which is why I am meeting him for dinner at my place tonight."

Santana quirked her head to the side, "But."

"But I don't want anything to end up like how it did with Sean, you remember how heartbroken I was, I became a shell of myself. Sure I had found myself again but at what cost, I don't know if I will be able to do it again." Santana put her glass down and sat in front of Mercedes and held her hands.

"You Mercedes Jones always know how to fix everyone else's problems. You helped Artie rebuild himself, you got Harris down on the right track, and you helped me when I needed it the most. We are always going to be there for you when you need to rebuild yourself. Sam isn't Sean, and yes what started out as a mission could up being the best thing that has ever happened to you. Don't punish him for Sean's mistakes. Promise me." Santana assured her.

Mercedes smiled, "I promise."

"Good now go ahead and head home so you can figure out what takeout you will feed this man."

"Hahah, bye Satan."

"Bye Mercy."

Sam had stopped by Command's office because since he was going to date his daughter he needed to be on the same wavelength with him as far as Mercedes went. He stepped into the Command's office and took a seat in front of his desk.

"Sam I take it this was an urgent matter," Deion spoke as he placed his phone back on the hook.

"Yes, it has to deal with Mercedes," Sam answered.

Deion sighed, "You no longer need to follow her, I'll put another agent on her and you will be receiving another assignment soon when the time is right." Deion insisted.

"No."

"NO?"

"No, there will not be another agent on Mercedes because I am not allowing it. I plan on dating Mercedes, and I am sure along the line she is going to want us to have a dinner where we have to be normal people and I have to speak with you. I have to play nice with you, and while that is all fine and dandy because I want her to be happy, what I will not accept is someone else stalking her. She doesn't need to be stalked and if you really want to know what is going on with her then you need to pick up the phone and call her." Sam explained.

"Do you know who you are talking to?" Deion spoke shocked that one of his agents would speak to him like this.

"I know exactly who I am talking to. It seems to me that some people in my life forget I have a voice and that I have tools in my toolbox that no one can hold a candle to. So just for clarification let me repeat myself, there will not be another agent to spy on Mercedes, and if there is then you will have to deal with both of us. Secondly, stop putting me on second-grade missions, you know what I am capable fo you and know what I can do. Give me something that I can work with. Now this has been a very productive conversation but if you excuse me Mercedes promised me a dinner date. Now will it be takeout I am sure, but it will be something. Have a good day Commander." Sam spoke he stood from the desk and exited leaving Deion stunned, but he adhered to what Sam had to say, and he was going to listen very well.

Mercedes had lit candles, she cleaned her neat apartment and she had the takeout dinner on the counter as she pulled plates from her cabinet and was waiting for Sam's arrival. She even purchased beer that she hoped he liked because she knew he wasn't the biggest wine drinker. She was slightly on edge though, because she really hoped that this was not another setup from her father or Sam. She was pulled from her thoughts when there was a knock at the door, she went to it and peeked through the peephole and she saw Sam. She opened the door and he looked sexy in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Hi," She greeted him.

"Hi, thanks for inviting me." Sam smiled down at her.

"No problem, follow me to the kitchen," Mercedes answered as she shut the door behind him and then they walked to the kitchen.

"I got you a beer because I know you aren't a wine fanatic like me, but I picked us some burgers and fries from this place down the street called, Benjamin's Burgers. I was hoping that we could eat and then talk."

"Talk?"

"Mhm, really just talk, so sit down," Mercedes instructed. Sam did as he was told and Mercedes placed the beer and burger in front of him, then she took the seat across from him.

"So I guess tell me about your home life. What was it like being Command's daughter?" Sam began.

"Well, I mean at first when I was younger I didn't have a clue, I knew we were wealthy and well-off but I didn't know how far the money ran, and then as I got older I noticed the security, I noticed the random meetings, and then I finally asked questions after I left the White House, and he told me everything," Mercedes answered.

"Do you not like him being Command?"

"I don't like the lies that it entails and the secrecy, I think he could manage for it to do some great things, but he just chooses not to."

"I'll say speaking as someone who works with him, that we do good things, it just may not seem like it."

"Enough about him tell me about you."

"Well I am the only child of Mary and Dwight Evans, they live in Seattle they are both retired and I go down there to visit them every single summer, or when I have a break. I haven't ever been one for committed relationships because the agency doesn't allow them, and I figured why put a woman and the kids I love in some horror fest because of me? So it has just been me and the apartment, and now it looks like you too."

Mercedes smiled, "Me too?"

"Yep, I know we didn't start out in the normal way but Mercedes I do find myself caring for you, and if you let me I can be everything you need." Sam insisted as he grabbed her hand from across the table.

"I'll let you, but all I ask is that there are no secrets between the both of us," Mercedes said.

"I'll see to it," Sam spoke. They finished their dinner and continued the conversation before they headed to the living room where Mercedes pulled out her record player. Sam looked through the vinyl and pulled out Otis Redding.

"Great choice," Mercedes smiled at him as she put the record on and Otis started singing Try A Little Tenderness. Sam grabbed Mercedes's hands and pulled her in as they started dancing with each other. Mercedes felt warm and happy in Sam's arms as they started dancing and laughing at each other. It was something that she hadn't experienced in a long time. She let him turn her around and sing to her and she couldn't lie and say that this didn't feel nice because it did. It was something that she needed and she just hadn't realized it at all.

Sean was sitting in the Oval Office and Penelope was in her squawking about something but he had no idea what she was talking about because his mind was on Mercedes and Sam. She could have been talking about paint schemes, or presidential awards but he had no idea because he has tuned out. It wasn't until Kurt came in with a folder and dropped it on his desk.

"I got what you asked for," Kurt spoke as he left. Sean pounced on the envelope and ripped it open and scanned through the photos. Sure enough, it was Mercedes and Sam having an intimate dinner at her place, them smiling and holding hands, and then a few of them dancing he sighed out and anger and dropped the folder on his desk.

"Are you ok?" Penelope questioned.

"I'm fine just some political stuff, look excuse me for a second I need to find Kurt." Sean rushed as he practically ran out of the office. When he was gone Penelope grabbed the envelope and pulled out the photos and scanned through them. She rolled her eyes before pulling out her phone and dialing a number.

"I need to cash in on a favor, the name of the person is Mercedes Jones," Penelope spoke.