Sam waited at diner; showing up way before noon, but Jake never showed; and just as she was about to give up. He rushed in; an apologetic expression on his face. "What happened to not being late?" She argued as he gave an apologetic shrug. "The boss needed to see me; something about some crazy bitch slapping me outside the joint."
"Get on with it, who are you and how are you involved in Jason's disappearance; and what is this about the mob being after him?" Jake shifted uncomfortably for a moment, not saying anything before Sam stood, prepared to make her leave; not believing that he had anything useful in finding Jason. "Don't leave." He begged.
"I have been with Jason for almost two years." Jake explained as Sam failed to hide a puzzled expression. "What are you guys, gay?" She asked as Jake quickly shook his head. "no, of course not..I'm FBI; undercover." Jake knelt down, whispering closely to her as she slowly sat back down in the booth. "Where are you're credentials?" She asked him; Sam had been through far too much in her lifetime to ever trust anyone at face value. "Sam, I'm undercover! Can you imagine how dead I'd be if I got caught as an informant so..I don't have my credentials but trust me, I'm the real deal."
"Jake..or; whoever you are. I need you to bring me to Jason! I am not some unwed mother; I am a private investigator; and his mother has hired me to find him." Jake shook his head insistently. "Jake, what are you're options? either you bring me to Jason or I will hound you every single day; which I'm sure will eventually lead to your cover being made." She dared as he sighed with annoyance, running his fingers through his hair. "Sam, do you realize what you are asking me to do? Me and my associates have had to relocate Jason four times this past year."
Sam glanced down; the fact that Jasons life was in danger wasn't wasted on her. It left her questioning the honesty and integrity of everyone back in Manhattan. "I will make a deal with you. I won't tell anyone that I've found him! My boss has already reached out asking for a report after Jason texted me; and I lied to him saying that I hadn't found anything and if you bring me to Jason, I will continue to keep everything quiet till we know what is going on and who wants Jason dead." Jake swallowed hard; focusing on one specific phrase in her statement.
"Jason texted you?" She nodded pulling her phone out and showing him the text message. "and he called me; asked me to get you to bring me to him.." Sam added with a smirk as Jake sighed before shaking his head. "He called you?" Jake's eye's were wild with concern as she slowly nodded; a little dumbfounded. "The call wasn't that long though.." Jake shook his head. "Sam, it's 2024; a call can be traced in an instant!" He said snapping his fingers in her face before he stood up, pulling her with him. "Where are we going?" She asked following him out of the diner.
"I'm bringing you to Jason; but I am not kidding about the phone! No one can know!" He said still holding her phone before dropping it onto the ground, smashing it to pieces. "Are you fucking high!" She screamed shoving him away; and kneeling down before glaring up at him. "You owe me a new phone! you psycho!" She screamed as he yanked her by the arm, dragging her with him to his car, pulling the passenger door open.
"Get In!" He ordered as she crossed her arms before he attempted to manhandle her into the car. "Okay! Okay!" She conceded while sliding into the passenger seat. "Thank you!" He slammed the door, glancing around before sliding in on the driver side. "You are a very paranoid individual, has anyone ever told you that?" She asked as he pulled his shades out from ontop of the sun viser, sliding them on while smirking at her.
"Paranoid or not, it's kept me alive so far," Jake retorted, revving the engine as they sped away from the diner. Sam eyed him suspiciously but decided not to press further on his peculiar habits. Sam had never been one to sit through uncomfortable silence; it just wasn't in her, she was far too much of a chatty cathy especially during akward silences. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Jake shot her a sidelong glance, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Relationships and this line of work don't mix well," he replied cryptically, keeping his focus on the road.
Sam raised an eyebrow, undeterred. "You know, most people would just say 'no' or 'it's complicated.' You don't have to be all specific about it." Her tone carried a playful edge, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.
Sam pursed her lips; they were speeding through the outskirts of town; about ten minutes from her airbnb. "So what's your real name?" Jake groaned with frustration; picking up the speed, not bothering to even answer her question.
"You know; I think a nice roll in the sack might actually make you a little less grouchy! I have a friend who would be perfect for you! she's blonde, funny, gorgeous smile..." He cut her off with his booming voice.
"Sam, for the love of—just shut up! You're giving me a headache," Jake snapped, his frustration boiling over. Just as he yelled, the car veered off the main road, pulling under some hidden brush to reveal a small cabin.
"I guess we're here.." She quietly said as Jake killed the engine, getting out of the car as another agent came walking out of the house. "Rodriguez, we have a problem." He explained notioning for Sam to get out of the car. "What the hell were you thinking bringing her here, Dahmer?" Agent Rodriguez demanded, her arms crossed tightly.
"I rode in a car with a man whose last name is Dahmer?" Sam joked. "Wasn't he the one who killed all those women in.." Sam scratched the back of her head for a moment. "No, that was Bundy..I suck at american serial killers." She glanced between the two of them, both appeared to be glaring daggers her way.
Rodriguez; her dark, olive skin and thick, wavy afro appeared infuriated; sporting a stern gaze between both of them. "This is the dumbest shit you've ever done, Richard." Rodriguez shook her head.
"We are supposed to be keeping Jason safe and you bring some little outsider tart into the mix?" Sam raised her brows, closing the distance between them as Richard intervened. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, lady but you don't know shit about me! and I know more about Jason then you will ever know." Sam lied pointing her finger in the woman's face as she shoved it away making Sam lunge for her; Richard pulling her away as a booming voice came from behind them.
"Enough! All of you! I want her here." both of them moved away from the cabin revealing Jason Morgan standing in the doorway; a tight, grey muscle shirt on with a pair of sweats; and no shoes. Sam gazed at him; taking a mental picture, comparing it to the last time she'd seen him. He looked older; which was perfectly reasonable and normal but he looked older in the most amazing way. Sam slowly walked through the field of dirt and sand, stepping onto the steps of the porch; him eyeing her with a certain curiosity, his piercing blues staring directly into her soul.
"Jason? I'm Samantha Cassadine. We went to High School together before you went missing." She slowly extended her hand out to him as he took it; holding it a little too long before shaking it. "Can you help me remember?" She bit her lip. Sam wasn't a doctor, far from it but she'd have done anything for him in that moment. "I will try." She said as they slowly walked back into the cabin.