Samantha Cassadine sat at the Port Charles Police Station; most would probably expect for her to be the criminal in handcuffs but that was another lifetime ago; and she was now the one with the shiny, new detectives badge with her black pantsuit..

"Cassadine, a word?" She glanced up from her desk at Mac Scorpio; a file full of paperwork surrounding her as she stood up, passing by her partner, Lucky Spencer before he gazed back down to references.

"Yea, Commissioner." She said as he ushered her into his office. She entered his office, him closing the door behind her and gesturing for her to sit.

"we have a situation," he said, handing her a folder. "It's unusual, and I believe you're the right person for it."

Sam slowly opened the file where multiple photos fell out; reaching down, she retrieved them; all being photos of artifacts. "These were all items stolen; pretty high-profile thefts from museums." He said as she scanned each item. "Any suspects?" She asked

Mac nodded before standing up; collecting an even bigger, thicker file, dropping it in front of her with the name 'Nathan Drake' labeled on it. "His file is bigger than Jason's.." Sam quirked while shaking her head, flipping it open and gazing over a few police reports.

Mac leaned against his desk, watching as Sam examined the hefty file. "Nathan Drake and his brother, Sam, have a history of involvement in illegal activities. They've been implicated in a number of thefts involving rare artifacts and historical relics around the world."

Samantha's eyes narrowed as she took in the details. "They've been doing this since they were teenagers?"

"Yes," Mac confirmed, his voice firm. "Started young and haven't stopped. Grew up in and out of orphanages, no fixed address. They've been on the radar for various international agencies, but they're slippery, hard to pin down."

"And their operations?" Sam asked, seeking more concrete information.

"Mostly in Central and South America, but they've pulled jobs all over the world. The pattern is always the same: illegal entry into archaeological sites, theft of artifacts. They're skilled, I'll give them that, but they're criminals, and it's our job to catch them."

Sam closed the file, a clear picture of Nathan Drake forming in her mind. "Got it, I'll start tracking down leads."

"I want you to take those files, Drake's as well! I need you to have an idea of what you are dealing with; especially when you come face to face with him." Sam nodded; grabbing both files and carrying them out of the office to her desk.

"What is all that?" Lucky asked pulling the smaller top file up and opening it. "It's our next case. I am head dog though!" Sam warned as Lucky sighed; he was used to running the show but nodded. "What are these?" he asked showing the images.

"Those are artifacts that have been stolen from some pretty high-profile heists." Sam said before glancing back down to Drake's file. "Whose the suspect?" Lucky asked as Sam handed him a police report from the file. "His name is Nathan Drake; he's been at this for most of his life! in and out of a jail cell for similar charges but no one has been able to pin him down."

"Spencer!" Mac called from the office as Lucky glanced at her with a puzzled expression before standing up and making his way into the office. Sam shrugged before flipping through the police reports; some of them dating back to when Nathan was just thirteen years old. "What put you on this path in life?" She asked herself of him before flipping through to another police report when her phone suddenly rang.

"Hello?" She whispered glancing around the station. "Hey Mom, Yea; I know, I know I work too much. How's the cruise?" Jason and Sam had been divorced for almost two years. "Dad dragged you to a nude beach.." Sam glanced up with a disturbed expression to see Lucky walking out of Mac's office, an annoyed expression on his face. "Mom, let me call you back.. I love you to." She said hanging up.

"what is it?" She asked him. Lucky leaned against Sam's desk, his annoyance evident. "Mac's pulling me off to work on a seperate case," He said, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Some big drug operation that's been heating up, looks like you're flying solo on this one." Sam nodded but couldn't help her smirk. "Lucky, I know you! I know you are probably giddy inside! It's okay, I am fine working on my own with this one, it's probably better but don't feel bad that you don't feel bad leaving me with Drake." Sam finished, her smirk turning into a full smile.

Lucky chuckled, the tension in his expression easing. "You caught me. I do love a good drug bust. But hey, if you need anything, just shout. This Drake guy sounds like a handful."

"I will, thanks," Sam replied, her eyes already returning to the file. "And good luck with the drug case. Bring em down."

Lucky gave her a nod and a smile, then headed off to his new assignment. Sam turned back to the files; scanning the rest of one before flipping to another; she needed to have every bit of information on him; and to be frank; reading his police reports were kind of like reading the Jason Bourne series.

Sam was so invested in the case file; she hadn't heard Mac coming out of his office getting ready to head out for the night. "You're still here, Cassadine?" She gazed up before chuckling. "Yea, It's kind of a page turner." She acknowledged with a yawn. "Go home, kid. It's late, take the files with you." She nodded, easing up, grabbing a large satchel, dropping them inside before draping it around her shoulders. "Have a good night, commissioner.." She said with a smile.

Sam, since her divorce from Jason didn't live too terribly far from the station; and usually, she just walked to work, especially on cool, breezy nights like when she stepped out of the station, jogging down the steps of the entrance. She waved off a group of officers; before turning on 2nd street when her phone rang. "Hello." It was her sister, Kristina. "Hey, I know. Yea. I talked to mom. Don't blame that shit on me! Those two are a bunch of freaks!" Sam said with a laugh. "Their supposed to come back some time next week.." Sam hushed hearing a commotion coming from a small, old, fashioned antique shop.

"Kristina, hang on." She shushed her as she hurried over to the buidling when a young man was sent flying from the antique shop's window, glass shattering all around them as he rolled over onto his side before jumping up; he was rugged, with an air of spontaneous charm. "Nathan Drake" Their gaze met for a split second until she seen the artifact hanging tightly in his grasp; and then he was gone. "Kristina, I have to go!" She screamed hanging up before chasing Nathan down the busy streets of New York.