TITLE : Compromising Situation

AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)



SPOILERS : Probably

DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.

SUMMARY : Bailey's actions leads to Sam's capture by Jack, and revelations ensue.

NOTES : Ah, final chapter. Please let me know what you think, it's much appreciated.



------------------------------- Compromising Situation (pt.11) -------------------------------

December 31st -- VCTF, Atlanta

Sam tried to blink back the sleep in her eyes as she parked the car in the underground parking lot. She had to pick up Chloe from the airport in less than three hours, and she had forgotten her late Christmas present at the office. Sam hesitantly looked at her watch. «Bailey must have gone home.» She watched as the watch beeped, letting her know that it was now five o'clock. She didn't want to run into him; maybe they both needed some space. She was hurt that he had just turned her down like that, but more upset with herself that she had slapped him. «After all he has done for you - seen you through thick and thin . . . » She bit her lower lip and headed towards her office. Once she had picked up Chloe's present, her eyes wandered towards Bailey's office. «Just a quick check, to see if he's there.» She thought to herself, as her legs decisively brought her to her mentor's office. She peered in and saw him lying on the couch.

Bailey had decided against going home. He had some paperwork to finish, and figured that only an empty house was waiting for him. So, with a glass of scotch, a cigar and a dim light, he feverishly worked the night away, finally dozing off to sleep at his desk. He awoke with a dry throat, and after quenching his thirst, decided to take a small nap on his couch. He lay there, sprawled out, with one arm draped across his chest, while the other was folded under the pillow.

Sam walked up cautiously, not to disturb him from his slumber. She observed him while the need to touch him began to build itself in her groin. She noticed a stray lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead. She gently reached down to brush it away, when Bailey's hand shot up and grabbed her by the wrist. "Bailey!" Sam yelped, and put her hand on her heart. "You scared me half to death!"

"I'm a light sleeper Sam." He said, looking into her eyes. His gaze wandered to his hand, and he nervously let go. "You weren't going to slap me again, were you?" He asked, grinning sadly.

"Sorry about that." Sam whispered, looking at the floor.

He sat up on the couch and stretched his sore back muscles. "It's five in the morning, Sam." He said, glancing at his clock, and then at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I left Chloe's present here, and I have a few hours until her flight comes in . . . " Sam trailed off, hoping he would not press the matter further.

"And the present was in my office?" Bailey asked, wanting an explanation as to why this woman he loved was in his office at five in the morning, and reaching for his face. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Bail, I know you too well - I knew that you would still be in the office." Sam paused. "I just came to see if you were okay."

He got up and started putting on his coat. «Maybe going home wouldn't be such a bad idea.» He looked at Sam. "Thanks for the thought, but I can take care of myself." Bailey said, rather coldly. He was still a little hurt that she slapped him; not the action, but the reason behind the action and this propelled his disgust with himself: that he hurt her - yet again.

"I know you can take care of yourself, Bailey." Sam snapped. "It's not my fault that I care!"

"What?" Bailey growled.

"Ever since Vancouver, you've been distant and grumpy. I know what happened, and I know you feel bad, but for God's sake, get over it!" Sam yelled.

"You don't understand." Bailey said, in a eerily calm voice. "You don't know what goes through my mind, how I look at myself after I have done that to you." He turned away from her, putting papers into his brief-case. "I shouldn't have let it go that far."

"Would you stop?!" Sam cried, batting the papers out of his hand. "Did you ever think that I wanted it to go that far? Even further?!" She bit her lower lip. "Did you ever think of me?" She murmured.

"Of course." Bailey gently cupped her face. "I can't stop myself from thinking of you . . . and that's what makes me no different than *him*!" Bailey dropped his hand.

Sam's eyes locked with his. "That's what this is about?" She looked deep into his eyes, and witnessed the battle between guilt and love torment this man's soul. "Don't feel that way . . . "

"It's easy for you to say!" Bailey barked. "What I did . . . was rape!" Sam took a step back. "Rape! Unwanted sexual advances, but taken to the highest degree. I followed through with my own selfish desires. . . " He paused, clenching his fists. "I've followed you home." His tone calmed a little. "When you didn't ask me to, or when you didn't know it." He paced a little. "I've watched you from close, from afar, had dreams about you, tried to have as much contact with you as possible." He shook his head and tossed his wallet on his desk. Opening it up, he held up her picture. "Carry it around with me all the time. . . I just need to be near you to function." He wearily rubbed his eyes, cursing himself as tears began to form.

"Bail . . . " Sam took a few steps forward, advancing closer to Bailey.

"So what makes me any different from him?" He yelled. He took a deep breath, and looked at Sam with pained eyes. "A lonely man with an obsession. . . "

"You shouldn't have to feel that way!" Sam cried, running up to him. "Because you are different, no matter who says other wise!" She gently took his strong hand in hers. "Jack was purely lust. . . a game." She said, gently caressing his cheek. "I can see the love now, Bailey. It radiates from your eyes, and I can feel it in my heart." She kissed him lightly on the lips, but backed away when he didn't respond.

"Sorry Sam." Bailey whispered.

She took another step back, as tears freely rolled down her cheeks. "Just don't cut me out of your life. . . " She said, and left his office. "If you want," she paused at the door, "you can join me in celebrating the New Year. Chloe has been asking about you." She said. It was an empty request, for she knew that he would rather wallow in self pity, than let anyone help him.

Bailey watched as the elevator doors closed, barring him from seeing her. When she was out of sight, he turned and violently punched a hole in the wall. Turning off the lights, he headed for the parking lot. "At least my right hook is okay. . . " He muttered to himself. As he got into his car, he thought about what Sam had said. It began to snow lightly as he carefully drove home. «Maybe Sam's right., maybe I'm not like Jack at all.»


December 31st -- Home of Samantha Waters, Atlanta

It was almost eight o'clock when Angel finally arrived from her Christmas away. Sam greeted her at the door with a plastered on smile. She was still upset with Bailey, but decided to fake her way through the night. «I can cry later with Sara Lee.» She thought somberly to herself. «But my little girl and my best-friend are my priority tonight!»

"So, how was your Christmas?" Angel asked, eyeing Sam's necklace.

"Terrible." Sam collapsed on the couch beside her friend. She turned to Chloe who was playing with her toys. "Chloe, why don't you play in your room. Angel and I are going to have an adult talk."

"Okay mom!" Chloe skipped towards her room. "Call me when the ball begins to drop."

"So?" Angel asked, taking a sip of some hot cocoa.

"Jack kidnapped me." Sam swallowed hard. "But I was rescued, and no harm was done, except to Bailey."

"What happened?"

"Well, Bailey left to take a walk after. . . " Sam paused, but then shook her head. "Something happened, he left and Jack was hiding under the bed. He injected something into me, and put me out cold. Bailey came back, and Jack shot him in the shoulder." Sam said softly.

"Is he okay?" Angel asked, genuinely concerned, if not for Sam's sake. She too, knew of the mutual attraction between Sam and Bailey.

Sam nodded. "Great recovery, but he's carrying so much guilt that it's eating away at him." Sam said softly. She ran a hand through her hair - something that she did when she was nervous. "But they found me. . . John told me later that it was Bailey who lead them to me, and who rescued me." Sam smiled slightly.

"And Jack?" Angel asked, finishing her drink.

"Dead." Sam said, off of Angel's smile. "They all saw him fall of the cliff, and crash into the rocks below. Plus he was shot in the leg."

"So we're free?" Angel asked, hope shining in her eyes.

Sam shrugged and smiled. "We are." The two hugged, and talked some more. It was nearing eleven thirty when Chloe came down the stairs. She was already dressed in her pajamas and promised to hop into bed as soon as the clock struck twelve. Sam and Angel had taken one look at Chloe, and both opted for the same clothing.

Chloe sat in front of the television. She glanced towards the window, and noticed big, wet flakes gently floating in the sky. Suddenly, the door buzzer went off. She glanced towards her mother's room and figured she hadn't heard the buzzer. Skipping towards the door, Chloe pressed the button. "Who is it?" She sang out.

"Sweetheart! It's Uncle Bailey." Bailey said, trying to dust off the large snowflakes from his hair and coat. His hair was slightly wet, and his clothes were almost soaked. He had been standing outside Sam's house for the past hour, debating whether or not to see her. He waited for the buzzer noise that allowed him access to the elevator. Once inside, he was greeted by Chloe. "Ooh, watch it! Old uncle Bailey is all wet from the snow!" He picked up a snowflake off his shoulder and flicked the water remains at Chloe, causing her to squeal.

"Who was at the door, sweetie?" Sam called out as she stepped near the entrance. She paused and looked at Bailey.

"Uncle Bailey's here!" Chloe said, thrilled.

"Hi Sam." Bailey said softly. He produced a bottle of Champagne. "I hope the offer still stands?" He asked her, hopefully.

"Sure!" Chloe said, speaking for her mother. She grabbed Bailey's hand and guided him to the spare bedroom. "We have some extra guy clothes you can change into." She looked Bailey up and down. "They might be a little small, but you'll be dry and warm." Bailey laughed as Chloe tried to find his *color* and *style*.

"This will do fine." Bailey smiled as she handed him a grey sweater and jogging pant set. When he entered the sitting room, both Sam and Angel stared at him in awe. The sweater stretched over his large chest, and he had rolled up the sleeves revealing his strong forearms. Sam had seen Bailey's naked upper-torso before, but each time never failed to leave her breathless. Bailey saw Sam watching him and tried to lock eyes with her, but her eyes kept wandering to his chest.

Angel finally poked Sam in the side. "He could sue you for sexual harassment, you know." She joked. Sam blushed, while Bailey smiled shyly.

"One minute left!" Chloe shouted out, and both Sam and Bailey were glad for the interruption. Bailey poured Champagne for Angel, Sam and himself, and poured a glass of Ginger-ale for Chloe.

"Almost the same thing." He said, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. As the ball dropped, they each toasted eachother. Chloe gave everyone a kiss and scurried off to bed. Angel hugged Sam and went to hug Bailey. He gathered her into a warm hug and kissed her on the cheek. "Happy New Year, Angel." He murmured into her ear. She smiled, and headed towards the kitchen with all the glasses.

"Happy New Year, Bail." Sam said, keeping her distance.

"Sam. . . " Bailey breathed. He closed the distance between them, attacking her mouth with his. He brushed a hand through her hair, while his other hand rested on the small of her back. Sam moaned against his mouth, and wrapped one arm around his neck while the other cupped his cheek. "I'm sorry Sam, for everything I've done to hurt you." Bailey said, kissing her chin and her neck.

"It's okay, you've done more for me than you can imagine, and I've never told you how grateful I am to you." Sam said, running her hand through his damp hair.

Bailey placed both hands on her shoulder, and bent down slightly so that they were both eye-to-eye. "Let me make it up to you, Sam." He said, gazing deep into her eyes.

"Oh, you will Malone!" Sam laughed evilly. "You have a whole life-time to make it up to me." She kissed his mouth again, sucking on his lower lip. Her hands roamed underneath his sweater, as she began to feel his hard chest. She brushed her hand over his nipples which automatically hardened. Trailing her tongue along his jawbone, she let her hands venture lower, feeling his abdomen and his hard member. "God, I want you. . . " Sam hissed in his ear.

Bailey pressed further into Sam but then withdrew. "We should take it easy, Sam . . . " He looked towards the kitchen, and finally Chloe's room. He saw Sam's disappointed look. "Let's go away, tomorrow." He said, flashing one of his sexy smiles. "A two-day vacation, just you and me."

Sam's eyes lit up. "Where to?" She continued to rub her hands all over his upper-torso.

"Well, there's the exclusive *Bailey Malone Bedroom* located in Atlanta." Bailey laughed, and gently cupped her buttocks. "Or, you can experience the new pleasure location called *The Boss's Office* since no one will be there."

Sam giggled and wrapped her arms around Bailey. "Wonderful!" She gently guided Bailey to the floor where he lay on his back, with both his arms folded under his head. Sam lay adjacent to him, resting her head on his belly. "I'm sorry Jack poisoned your mind like that." She finally said, after several moments of silence.

Bailey reached over and gently rubbed her back. "Don't be, sweetheart." He closed his eyes, still keeping his hand on her back. Sam fell asleep as well, content to be close with her love.

*** January 1st -- Home of Samantha Waters, Atlanta

Chloe sleepily walked out of her room and into the sitting room. There she saw Bailey lying on his back and Sam with her head on his tummy. She smiled and went to make some coffee. «There are going to be some changes in here . . . » She thought happily to herself.

Bailey awoke to the fresh aroma of coffee. He looked up and saw Chloe standing over him with two mugs. She handed one to him. He sat up slightly, and gently awoke Sam. "Thanks, love." He said, stroking Chloe's arm. She sat down beside him, and Sam joined them with the cup that Chloe had given her.

"Does this mean that Uncle Bailey will be spending more time with us?" Chloe asked, hopefully. She loved Bailey like a father. "Maybe he could even move in with us?"

"I don't think I'll be moving in, Sweetheart." Bailey caressed her young face with his large hand. He glanced at Sam and smiled. "We'll all be moving together in a real home." He grinned as Sam attacked him, forcing him into a hug.

"Really?" Sam asked through her tears.

"Definitely." Bailey replied, giving her a quick, yet intense kiss.

"Eww!" Chloe laughed and ran towards her room.

Sam smiled after her daughter. "At least we know what to do when we want to be alone." She kissed him again. "You know I love you, right?"

"Sam . . . I can't even begin to describe how much love I have for you." Bailey said, gently kissing her hand and slowly moving up.

"Looks like it's going to be a great year!" Sam exclaimed, leaning against Bailey.


June 1st -- Bessie Branham Park, Atlanta

Bailey sat on a deserted park bench, reading the newspaper. He had already looked through the business section and opted for the *News Around the World* section. Skimming through, he read the headlines softly. "War in Afghanistan.what's new." He turned the page. "Woman and children die of leprosy in Africa. Man killed by drugged cop. . . " He shook his head. "Lost hiker's body found in Vancouver, lost dog returned to owner, unharmed." «At least there's some good news in the World.» He thought to himself, as he looked at the picture of the dog in the owner's arms. Suddenly, two small hands ripped the paper from his grasp. There stood Chloe with the newspaper behind her back. "Hey Princess." Bailey scooped her into his arms and gave her a big bear hug. "I thought you weren't going to show . . ." Bailey looked around. "Where's mom?"

Chloe pointed in a vague direction. "Over there. She was just talking with one of my friend's dad." Bailey nodded, and started walking towards Sam, all the while still holding on to Chloe. He spotted Sam, and she bid farewell to the parent, and jogged up to reach Bailey.

"Hey you!" She said, giving him a long kiss on the mouth. They both laughed as Chloe covered her eyes.

"Still not used to it, huh kid?" Bailey kissed her on the cheek. He smiled at their life: they had finally bought a two story house and were living there peacefully. Chloe was doing way better in school, and Sam was generally more happy. Bailey too, seemed generally content and it was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. He knew that this time, it was for real. «Definitely true love.» He mused to himself, as he watched Sam pick up some flowers from a vendor.

As they were walking through the park, they were stopped by a thin, old man with a camera. "Family portrait, sir? To remember the wonderful day?" He asked, as he held up the Polaroid camera.

Bailey eyed the small camera. "It's not much of a portrait." He said, as Sam elbowed him in the ribs. "Okay, okay. How much?"

The old man smiled. "Twenty dollars." He put up his hands in defence before Bailey could object. "I take two pictures - you get to keep one now, and I take the other one, enlarge it and frame it, then I'll mail it to you."

Sam smiled. "Come on Bailey. . . " She kissed him on the cheek.

Bailey rolled his eyes. «Fine, I'll humor this guy.» He thought to himself, as he paid the man twenty dollars, along with the VCTF address.

The old man coughed, and Sam was afraid that he would collapse on the spot. "Okay, smile for the camera." He said, and two flashes almost blinded all three of them.

Bailey rubbed his eyes and Chloe giggled. "Don't look directly into the flash!" She poked him in the side.

"Here you go, sir. Thank you." The old man offered Bailey the Polaroid. "Expect your portrait in two weeks." The man said, as Bailey guided Sam and Chloe away. He looked at the Polaroid and smiled. "Actually, it'll be a nice portrait." He smiled.

Sam looked at it and smiled too. There was Bailey, handsome as ever, with Chloe in his arms - balancing on his hip. Sam stood beside Chloe, with her arm around Bailey's waist. Before the picture, she had slipped it lower, and lay her hand on his ass. "It is nice!"

"Can we get some ice cream now?" Chloe asked as she wrestled herself free from Bailey's grasp.

"Anything you want, kid!" Bailey said, as they watched Chloe run up ahead. Bailey closed the distance between him and Sam, and put his arm protectively around her shoulder. Sam responded by snaking her arm around his waist and they walked together in harmony.

The old man watched them walk away and mumbled incoherently. He pocketed the twenty dollars and looked at the newly developed Polaroid capture. Taking out a cigarette he lit it, and watched the smoke create hazy contorted pictures in the air - almost creating a vortex of fumes. Taking the cigarette, he burned a hole where Bailey's head was. He took another puff and blew the smoke into the sky. "Soon, Samantha, soon. " He exhaled . . .