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They got away.

What the fuck do you mean they got away! You had one job, and that was to kill the stupid bitch!

She had protection, and they went to a guarded airfield. I can't do my damn job if I'm dead.

If you want to remain alive, you'll have her taken care of within a week. Sure would hate to go after that sexy little wife of yours, she's what? Seven months pregnant?

You go after my wife, and you'll regret it. She's trained and a hell of a sharpshooter. You'd never make it past the gate.

Just get the damn job done!

Mercedes chewed her bottom lip, leg shaking as her arms crossed over her chest; she was angry, scared, and tired, never a good combination. None of this made any sense. Why were people trying to kill her, and why did they send him of all people to try and help her. He was not a people person.

Sam looked over to her and sighed. "We have about six hours until we land. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

She eyed him and looked away from him, not saying a word.

"Starve, I don't care but not talking isn't hurting me; hell, I prefer you to remain that way." He said with a shrug before opening her file and reading it over again.

She continued to look out the window, not wanting to talk to him. This just didn't make any sense. Why was this happening?

"You have a tattoo on your thigh." He said, still looking over her file. "Mhm, says here you graduated top of your class from middle school until you finished college." He accessed, trying to figure out why they would waste time on the teacher. Sure she beat the shit out of Justin, but that wasn't unheard of; in fact, he knew they passed up everyday people, so why was she so important.

"Were you sleeping with Justin?" Sam asked, finally looking over at her.

She ignored him up to that stupid ass question. "Why the hell would I waste my time sleeping with a low life like Justin?" She spat, cutting her eyes at him. "Is that what this is about? Me beating the shit out of him? That's why you are taking me somewhere to what? Be questioned? Let me clear it up for you; he hurt my friend badly. And when I went to try to get her away from him, he came after me. So I did what I had to so I could get out of there alive. Period. So can I go home now?"

Sam looked at her, amused, seeing that question seemed to bother her more ways than one. "Let me rephrase it. Was he sleeping with you?" Sam asked, noticing the vein popping out of her forehead; he could tell she was pissed and wanted to beat the shit out of him.

"Ask me that stupid ass question one more time, I dare you." She challenged him.

Sam turned to face her completely before reaching over and unbuckling her seat belt. "Were you and Justin having a sexual affair? Did you attack him because you were jealous of your friend?" He asked, preparing his self for whatever was to come.

He shouldn't have moved closer or unbuckled her. Because the moment that question was out of his mouth, she slapped him hard across the face. "Fuck you!" She said. Typically, she refrained from violence and using swear words; it was too easy to do it in front of the kids, but she would make the exception for him. Reaching her hand, she went to slap him again for good measure.

Sam quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her close. His face was burning, and he was confident there would be a mark later. "That was your last freebie; whatever anger you have, you need to let it go because whether you want to accept it or not, you're in a lot of danger, and for the time being, I'm the only thing keeping you alive." He warned.

Mercedes yanked her hands away from him. "I wasn't sleeping with him, unlike the easy pickings you deal with; I have more class than that." Of course, she wasn't gonna mention that it had been a while; it was none of his business.

"Good, now that wasn't so hard, now was it." He replied. "Easy pickings? You make it sound like I'm a whore but considering you don't want to be judged, it's a bit hypocritical that you're doing just that to me. Don't assume that I'm easy to get with Ms. Jones, besides if you were even on my radar, I still wouldn't consider you."

"Oh, how will I ever survive without having sex with the likes of you?" She scoffed. "Trust me, no one is even looking your way."

Sam chuckled. "I don't have sex." He said, looking at her intensely.

"Let me guess, you make love. Gag me." She turned away from him. "Why am I on this plane?"

Sam reached over and grabbed her face gently to make her look at him. "Making love is for virgins, I fuck, and if you're good, I just might gag you." He said, letting her face go. "You're on the plane because we had to get you away from Miami; you're going to a safe house."

"You're a pig." She said, moving away from him. "Why do I need to leave Miami? I defended myself against an abuser; what's the problem?"

"That abuser is the son of one of the deadliest drug lords and is also affiliated with the cartel, you nearly beat him to death, so you are now a target for retaliation."

Mercedes stared at him, actually speechless. "Wait, what? No, I can't-." She shook her head. "That doesn't make sense. I mean, I just… Oh my God!" She could feel herself starting to panic.

Sam saw all the information he told her register and could tell she wasn't handling it well. "Hey, easy now. It's not like you knew, and you're right you defended yourself." He said, lifting her head. "You're the first woman to ever do that to him. That's why you're a threat, but I won't let anything happen to you."

"Mar-Marley, is she okay? I haven't been able to reach her." She knew she should have been concerned with herself, but if Justin was as bad as he said, she might be hurt.

"Ms. Rose is currently unaccounted for, but we have someone looking for her. She isn't my priority, and she can not be a concern of yours any longer… I'm not sure how well you knew her, but there is a chance you might have been set up." Sam said, figuring he should get all the complex parts out now. "We don't know if Ms. Rose knew what line of work Justin was in or if she was also affiliated, but we do know that you are safe, and that's all that matters."

Mercedes closed her eyes, putting her hands down between her thighs to try and calm her breathing, it worked when she tried to get her kids to do it, so it should help her. But, "I can't…."

Sam put the file in his lap down before reaching over to her. He pulled her onto his lap and allowed her a few moments to get her breathing under control.

"I know this is all scary, but that's why you have someone here to help you throughout this process." He started, realizing that he much rather have her pissed than like whatever this is, he didn't want to fall for her, and that's exactly why he decided to do what needed to be done. He grabbed her thigh and moved his face to her neck, hating how good she smelled even now.

"What the hell are you doing?!" She yelped, standing from his lap and moving from him. "I should have known; everyone wants something. I thought I might have misjudged you, but no, you are just like everyone else. Well, excuse me, Mr. Agent man, but I am someone you will not be fucking." She said, walking to the back of the plane to get away from him.

Sam chuckled and watched her walk away. "This is going to be a long assignment." He muttered to himself.

Mercedes must've fallen asleep because she wasn't on the plane anymore when she woke up. In fact, she wasn't even in the same clothes she had on. She sat up and was greeted by a large open window, and she could see nothing but green grass and a lot of land.

"Before you get any ideas, you won't make it far, and the next town is thirty minutes away." She heard and let out a groan before looking over and seeing Sam sitting in the chair next to the bed she was in.

"I was hoping you were dead, that the plane went down and I was somehow in heaven, but alas, the devil is sitting right there."

Sam let out a soft laugh. "Hungry?" He asked.

"Where are my clothes? Last I remember, I was not wearing sweats." She ignored his question because it was dumb; of course, she was hungry.

"You weren't, but your skirt was ripped, and so was your blouse."

"And clearly that meant, hey, let me undress her without her consent, then dress her again." She said, shaking her head.

Sam shrugged. "Could've left you naked, hey do you always go commando when teaching?" He teased

Mercedes cut her eyes at him. "There is a really good reason I was going commando as you say, but it's none of your business… and shame on you for looking you…ass!"

"Ha! Speaking of asses, you have a great one, but we'll revisit that later. I have food for you in the kitchen; come on." He said, shaking his head.

She sighed, standing, feeling a little wobbly as she followed him. "Where are we?" She asked. "I need to call my school and my family. I have to let them know what's going on."

"As far as they know, you went on a trip and won't be back for a while. Your life in Miami doesn't exist anymore. Your family is not safe with you there, so you are no longer there; your friends and students, all of them, would be in danger had you stayed. The Tres' know you left the state, so they will look everywhere for you." Sam replied.

"So, as long as I am not there, my people are safe?" She asked, sitting at the Island.

"I'm not saying that, but to an extent, yes, they are safer with you not there. We know how they work and since you don't have any kids and your siblings are both adults, they won't go after them. You clearly don't have a man, so they'll stick to just finding you."

"Whoa, what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Sam smirked, placing a bowl of soup and grilled cheese in front of her. "You scream, single woman." He answered.

"For your information, I have a man, but none of that is any of your business." She rolled her eyes at him. "Let me guess?" She said, looking at the food. "Not the best cook?"

"The temperature drops around this time; you need something warm to keep you because we don't have wood for a fire right now," Sam said.

She eyed him. "Uh-huh, next, you are gonna tell me that we are gonna have to huddle together naked for warmth."

He looked at her before grinning. "You didn't have a problem with it earlier; those sweats haven't been on for long."

Mercedes gripped the spoon. "You know I may have to be stuck here with you, but that doesn't mean we have to talk, matter of fact, I have nothing else to say to you!"

"Mhm, what's wrong? Never been naked with a man before?" Sam asked, looking at her amused. "You're quite the snuggler."

She rolled her eyes and looked down at the soup, sighing; she took a bite of the grilled cheese, still not wanting to deal with Sam.

"You also snore. It's kinda cute, actually." Sam continued. "You know, if you weren't so damn annoying, I might like being around you."

She took a spoonful of soup. He was just some stranger she was stuck with, and she would not engage.

Sam laughed. "You can give me the silent treatment all you want, but you moaned when I touched you." He lied.

That little bit of information surprised her because she knew he didn't, but a part of her wanted him too. She shook that thought off immediately and continued to ignore him.

Sam smirked as he walked around the Island and leaned over her. "Anytime you want me to do it again, just let me know." He whispered before walking out of the room when his phone rang.

"Bastard!" She screamed towards him, slamming her fist on the table. She really hated him.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Well, hello to you too, Director Lopez. How can I help you?"

"You never checked into the fucking safe house, and now Sue is on my ass! You had ONE job, and you're fucking us all over!"

"Correction, my assignment was Mercedes Jones, and I have said assignment."

"Get your ass to Seattle now! What the actual fuck? You can't go off with a damn witness! Where the hell are you?"

"Montana, and she's perfectly safe here."

"Evans, I swear if you don't get her to Seattle the next time I see you, I will chop off your balls. Who does this? Just goes off with a witness! It's like you are channeling Puckerman and not in the good way!"

"It's safer this way, San. Trust me, someone was following us, shooting at us on the way to the plane. No one should have known I had her. This is bigger than just her beating his ass. I feel it."

I don't give a damn what you feel!

I'm throwing away this phone and will be in contact when I get more information. She won't be harmed… I might, but she won't."

SAM, I SWEAR THIS IS GONNA BE YOUR ASS IF YOU ARE WRONG! I can buy you a week at the most.

"Good thing I'm never wrong, and that's all I need." He said before hanging up.

"I hope I'm not wrong." He muttered before walking back into the kitchen, where Mercedes sat peering at him.

Mercedes walked around the cabin; it wasn't that big, one bedroom with a decent size bathroom. He did stock up the kitchen, and she was excited to get a chance to cook a bit, but she wasn't happy being stuck with Sam. She looked around, rubbing her arms against herself. It was starting to get cold.

She walked into the bathroom and decided a shower was needed. Sam had laid out a few toiletries for her, they weren't what she was used to, but they would do until she was able to get what she was used to. Seeing a few shirts and shorts, so she grabbed a dark blue shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.

Feeling the water hit her was something she didn't know she needed; singing and enjoying the hot water was just what the doctor ordered.

Sam gave her a good ten minutes before he knew she needed to get out or he wouldn't have any hot water.

"Mercedes, I need you to wrap it up, I need to shower, and we only have so much hot water."

Mercedes heard him, but she ignored him, he was an ass, and he didn't deserve hot water.

Sam ran his hand through his hair. "Mercedes, either turn it off, or I will join you."

That made her laugh; he wouldn't dare. She lathered up the soap, returning to her song and ignoring Sam.

Sam sighed; she was demanding, stubborn, and getting to be a pain in his ass and now was time for action. Pulling off his shirt, he opened the door to the bathroom, then kicked off his pants, opening the shower. "Move over."

Mercedes screamed, trying to cover herself. "Excuse you! GET OUT!"

Sam smiled, moving closer to her and taking the soap from her hands. "I told you I needed a shower." He said as he let the soap lather on his chest.

Mercedes let her eyes roam down from his chest to his thighs, seeing the massive blessing between his legs.

Sam smirked. "Don't feel bad. I checked you out too." He said as he made his cock twitch, and Mercedes turned away from him.

"This is not appropriate. This has to be against the rules!" She said.

Sam pressed against her backside, moving her wet hair off of her neck. "There aren't any rules, at least not out here." He whispered, feeling her shiver.

Her breath hitched at his actions; why was he getting to her so much. She pushed past her insecurities and anger; she could play this game. "If you are here, you might as well put your hands to work and lather me up so I can go. You did take the soap from me." She said, trying to control her voice.

Sam smirked. "Turn around so that I can." He replied, rubbing the soap between his hands and getting a good lather.

"I'd rather not. I am good like this." She said softly.

"Suit yourself." He said before running his hands along her shoulders then down to her breast, giving them both a gentle squeeze.

Mercedes bit back a moan at his actions, he was trying to break her, but she would hold firm.

Sam pressed into her a little more, and he moved one hand down her stomach, letting the other tease her breast, tugging at the nipple. "Gotta make sure you are really clean," He breathed in her ear. "I can stop if it's all too much."

She shook her head, pressing back against him, grinding against him, trying to pay him back. "I want you to be thorough unless that's too much for you."

Sam chuckled. "Be careful what you ask for." He growled, letting his finger hover over her hot core. The anticipation was killing her; it had been so long since anyone had touched her.

"Scared to touch me?" She boasted.

Sam clenched his teeth; he was a lot of things, being stubborn was one of them, but the way she was moving her ass against him, and the sounds she was fighting not to make, it made him want to sink his fingers inside of her and bring out all the forbidden sounds he knew she would make.

"I don't enter places I am not invited." He said hotly against her ear,

"Y-you can enter." She said. This was so wrong but so hot, and she didn't care at the moment.

Sam moved his hand down between her legs, using a finger to sink inside of her and his thumb to rub her clit. "So hot…and tight," he growled.

"Oh!" She moaned out, letting her hand reach behind her to grip hick cock as he thrust another finger inside of her. She had a scream on the cusp of her throat, one she was fighting but losing; as he moved faster, the water turned from hot to cold, and she screamed out loud; Sam felt triumphant until the cold water hit him too.

Pulling away from each other, they both scrambled out of the shower, turning it off and grabbing the towels.

"Th-that can not ever happen again." Mercedes said, shaking her head and pissed at herself for allowing that to happen.

"It won't," Sam said before leaving the bathroom, mentally cursing his self for being so damn unprofessional. He was acting like Puck, he had only been around this woman for a few hours, and he was behaving like a damn teenager at a sleepaway camp.

Mercedes dried herself, still feeling that tiny ache between her legs but willing herself to forget what just happened. She threw on a shirt and shorts and walked into the bedroom; Sam wasn't there, so it made it easier for her to think about what she should do next. She felt the cold and bundled up underneath the covers hoping to be warm soon, but after twenty minutes, she was shivering, and there was still no sign of Sam.

Sam had done a perimeter check, he knew no one was there, but he also knew that it was better safe than sorry. After checking it out, he made a mental note to grab firewood tomorrow. Locking the windows and the door, he took his time, hoping Mercedes would be sleeping by now. But walking into the room, he could hear her shivering, even being under the covers. He sighed; this was not how he wanted to end the night, but if she died from hypothermia, that would be his ass. "Move over."

"I-I-I," she tried, teeth chattering.

"Yeah yeah, I am freezing too, so move your ass over."

I know another cliffhanger...don't worry we know you still love us though lol.