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Sammy Spade Samantha Spade walked down the hallowed halls of the New York missing persons unit to the board that held the team’s recent cases that was currently blank. “Hey Samantha,” Martin Fitzgerald said, his co-worker grasped the edge of the board to stop it from spinning and un capped a red marker. Name: Samantha Maria Spade Age: 16 Height: 5 feet 5 inches Eye’s: Brown Hair: Blonde “Samantha is that a joke?” Danny Taylor asked, without a word Samantha moved to her desk and pulled a large picture from the drawer. The girl in the photo was laughing with long blonde hair almost identical to Samantha with only a few minor differences when Martin looked closely. “She’s my daughter,” she said taking a seat at her desk, “The parents she’s been living with her entire life Fred and Linda Taylor died in a car accident two days ago she said she was coming to see me and nobody’s heard from her since.” “Samantha can I talk to you,” Jack Malone said Samantha followed him to his office and closed the door. “Tell me what the hell this is,” Jack said sitting at his desk. “Jack I’m only telling this story once and I want everyone here when I do,” she said with a nod from Jack she left with him on her heels. “What's going on Samantha,” Martin said watching her closely as she returned to the room. “I was sixteen her father died two years ago I’ve only met her once. Five years ago she was eleven then. Her family where my neighbors they write me every year and send me a picture, she didn't call Linda mom or Fred dad I don't know why but she never has, her parent’s attorney called me to set up a meeting for her and that’s when I found out what happened,” Samantha said a small smile on her face as she talked about her daughter. “Why didn't you tell us about this?” Danny said noticing Jack’s look of shock that told him his boss hadn't been privy to the information either. “I didn't even know her name until I met her at the café five years ago I just wanted to forget that I didn't keep her that I don't have any rights over her anymore she’s such a great kid…” ~~~ A younger Samantha walks into a coffee shop and looks around carefully, she is dressed in a skirt and tank top somewhat formal yet fun she believed, a blonde head with her back to Samantha sits in the farthest booth with a guitar next to the small table. “Hi,” the girl says Samantha is forced to hold back an exclamation of surprise the girl looks exactly like she did at that age same ripped jeans and plain tee shirt with no makeup Samantha sits down slowly. “Hi,” she says trying not to sound too excited. “I’m Samantha,” the girl says sticking out a hand. “Samantha?” the blonde woman questions shaking the girl’s hand. “Yah Samantha Maria Spade and I blame you for all the book jokes they named me after you because they said that way I would always know who you where” the girl says with an intelligence beyond her few years. “Well guess you already know my name,” Samantha said smiling. “That’s what they tell me,” she said the waitress interrupted the staring contest they where having and quickly under the matching glares from mother and daughter retreated. “So how are Frank and... sorry your parents,” Samantha said muttering the last part. “I call them Frank and Linda too don't worry,” the girl says touching her mothers hand gently. ~~~ “Is this a case?” Vivian Johnston said not turning around from her study of the girl on the board. “Alright go for it,” Jack said nodding. “Sam you and Martin talk to the school and any friends Viv you me and Danny are gonna go check out the house.” *** “So this is kinda crazy huh I mean this kid being hers and all,” Danny said looking through papers on the desk of Samantha Spade Jr. “I don't know I guess I alwiase figured there was something in her past she wasn't telling us,” Vivian said walking over to the mirror. “Hey check this out, pictures of Samantha some news articles and… hey maybe a boyfriend.” “Well she and Sam have more than looks in common I guess,” Jack said studying the picture of the long haired boy in a leather jacket sporting a pair of drumsticks that stuck out of his pocket. “He’s cute,” Vivian commented slipping the picture into her pocket. “I’ll take your word for it, didn't find much in the rest of the house it’s like the parents don't know Sam exists aside from the yearly letter,” Jack said handing Vivian an address book that held Sam’s name in the back of the book. “It’s fuckin incredible how much this kid looks like Sam I mean they could be twins,” Danny said holding up a color newspaper picture of Samantha after a case and a picture of the sixteen year old Samantha that was the focus of there investigation. “It is kind of scary the differences are there but there so subtle,” Vivian said taking the pictures from Danny and studying them herself. “Check this out almost all black,” Jack said pulling the closet doors open. “Shit Italian leather jacket in the back over here it kind of seems like she’s been hiding something doesn't it,” Danny said from the back of the closet. “Like what?” Vivian questioned picking up the acoustic guitar that stood next to the electric one. “I don't know I mean look this half of her room is normal teenage girl right… but this half is neat and organized and she’s got two guitars a keyboard and a drum set,” Danny said looking around. “Yah I guess,” Vivian trailed off absorbing the things around her. *** “Hi I’m Agent Martin Fitzgerald this is Samantha where looking for the principal,” Martin said barely looking at his coulige and friend. “I’m the principal, how can I help you?” a tall man with a balding head said looking Samantha up and down. “We would like to talk to you about Samantha Spade,” Martin said noting Samantha shifting uncomfortably. “I actually wanted a list of her teachers so I could talk to them,” she said pleadingly to the secretary who nodded and handed her a class list. *** Samantha took a moment to compose herself before knocking on the door of the class her daughter… she still had trouble with that that the person they where looking for was her own flesh and blood it made her realize the emotions that Martin must have felt when they worked together to find his aunt, or Danny when his brother went missing. “Can I help you?” a teacher said as she entered, thirty pairs of eyes looked at her expectantly and she noticed an empty seat in the far back of the room and allowed herself a smile at the chair she would have chosen herself. “I’m with the FBI I’d like to speak to your class about one of your students,” Samantha said showing the man her ID. “Samantha Spade?” he looked at her confused. “You wanna talk about Sammy?” a boy in the back with long dark hair said looking at Samantha with anger all over his handsome features. “You know her?” Samantha asked looking at him. “Yah I know how you abandoned her never gave a rats ass about how she felt, I’ve seen the damn pictures lady she had to cut out newspapers to get a damn photo of you and now you here lookin for her,” he said stepping down until he was face to face with Samantha. “Can I get your name?” she asked quietly not refuting anything he said just staring back at him levelly. “Jessie Harris can I get yours?” he said, the back half of the class looked interested while a group of cheerleaders judging by the uniforms they wore seemed more interested in there hair and fingernails. “Special Agent Samantha Spade,” she said staring back up at him. “What you wanna know?” the boy said taking a seat in the front row where a terrified kid moved away, Samantha looked at the teacher who stepped back and motioned that she could take his desk. “I want to know where you all think she might be she's been missing for the past twelve hours,” Samantha said waving Martin in. “Hey you ok?” he said placing his hand at the small of her back, she smiled up at him and nodded. “Doesn't surprise me really I mean she was smart and all but God she was such a poser,” one of the girls in the front row said perking up at the sight of Martin. “Poser, how do you mean?” Samantha said feeling a spark of jealousy that she quickly quenched knowing Martin would not be interested in the student. “At school she was always wearing black and her ripped jeans but when I went over to her house she was like all smiles and like all preppy you know?” the girl asked paying more attention to her nails then to the agent’s. “Alright what else?” she said resisting the urge to tell the girl exactly where she could shove her five hundred dollar manicure. “Relax,” Martin said in her ear as she sat up on the desk and he pulled the chair around to sit next to her. “She was nice, I mean most of the people into that kinda stuff the hard rock and stuff… there all crazy but she’s in my psychology class and she was really into the human condition and how a look or a word could manipulate someone to anything,” a student with glasses and slicked back hair in the fifth row said shrugging. “Hard Rock?” Martin asked the student who had shrunk back into his shell. “Yah she liked listening to it but she couldn't play it she did covers a lot, she loved to do Alanis Morissette I saw her at this club once she was really good,” the kid said nodding. “What club?” Samantha asked she looked at Martin who pulled out his pad as her phone started to ring. “Spade… ok yah… where in with one of her classes apparently she’s quite the budding musician…. Alright I’ll see you back at the office… and Jack, yah I just wanted to say thanks… alright bye” she said hanging up the phone and returning to the room. “Jack’s sending Viv and Danny as support staff principal and superintendent gave us free run of the school for today and tomorrow but that’s the only time we can interrupt classes for this stuff,” she said accessing the pictures she had been sent. “What's up?” Martin said seeing her look of surprise. “Jessie where you seeing Samantha?” she said raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Nah man, I just broke up with my girl of like two years Sam says I’m just like her brother,” the boy who had stood up for Samantha said smiling. “Alright is Sam friends with this girl?” Samantha asked cocking her head to the side. “Yah there best friends I don't think one could be without the other there frickin attached at the hip,” he said fingering the drum sticks that stuck out of his pocket. “Where is she now?” Martin said uncapping his pen. “She’s got her next class with Sammy I think she’s got French now,” Jessie said using his fingers to lightly tap out a beat on his desk which Martin recognized as something Samantha would do whenever she was lost in thought. “Yah he’s right her next class is with me her name’s Georgia Wilson,” the student who had commented on Sam’s love of people said nodding. “When does this class end?” Martin asked checking his watch. “About five minutes, there going to be making an announcement over the loudspeaker about you two being here,” the teacher said nodding to a student who had just delivered a paper informing the man of just that. “Fun,” Samantha commented taking the paper from the man. “What’s it say,” Martin said standing to read over her shoulder. “Agents from the FBI will be entering classes to question students and teachers please give them your full cooperation,” Samantha said shrugging and turning just in time to notice her close proximity to Martin. “Well I hope we haven’t interrupted anything,” Danny said walking in with Vivian in tow. “Where just getting info on our girl” Samantha said turning away and blushing slightly. “Not that you ever cared,” Jessie said from the front row. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn't care,” Samantha said standing anger rolling off of her in waves. “Really you didn't care when they where stopping her from being who she was, you didn't care when she was putting on outfits that disguised who she really was because she didn't think you would approve of her asking to be taken away from that family,” Jessie practically yelled in her face. Samantha looked at him shocked her brown eyes studying his blue ones shocked. “What?” she asked her face falling. “That’s right, she met you once and she trusted you to keep her safe, one time for two hours and you where who she looked up too,” he said right up in her face. “I… I gotta go to the bathroom,” she said leaving the room quickly, Martin followed her closely as Danny and Vivian finished questioning the students. “Sam, Sam you ok?” Martin said grabbing her arm as she entered the teacher’s bathroom. “Do I look ok?” she said, Martin looking closely could see the stress in her shoulders that tightened them, the red rim’s of her eyes telling him she had already cried or was waiting to have a good one and the disheveled state of her hair told him she had left in a rush that morning. “Come here,” he said pulling her into his arms, she was stiff at first but soon the tears began rolling down her face mascara joining them in a battle for domination. Martin sat on the toilet seat and pulled her into his lap where she cried desperately into his shirt. “I ruined her life Martin, I sent her away so she could have a normal life and I just screwed it up all the more,” she said with tears streaming down her face. “Samantha look at me, you may have made some bad choices regarding her in the past but here and now you can make that better. You can find her and get custody of her and make things right for her,” Martin said holding her face in his hands. “Thanks… God I got your shirt all wet I’m sorry,” she said not leaving his arms and finding being there strangely comfortable. “The shirt was lost to a good cause, now let’s get you cleaned up and find your kid,” Martin said placing her gently back on the floor and retreating from the bathroom to let her freshen up. Martin leaned up against the wall and pulled his jacket to his nose inhaling the lingering scent of his friend. |