TITLE : Repercussions

AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)

CATEGORY : Even though it might look otherwise, it's SBR all the way.

RATING : R

SPOILERS : Probably.

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

SUMMARY : An old flame returns in Bailey's life, forcing Sam to confront her feelings for him. But, these feelings could have dire consequences.

NOTES : Alas, my fic draws to a close, and I would just like to thank everyone for their supportive comments - it helped fuel my cravings to express my thoughts and share it with you guys. Just a word of caution, I enjoy sappy endings . . . it makes me smile. grin

Cheers! Gomes.

--------------- Repercussions (pt.12 ) ---------------

Bailey watched as the elevator door opened. "Sam!" He called out, as he rushed out of his office. He ran up to the doors just as they closed. "Damn!" He hit the door with the palm of his hand, and then opted for the staircase. Skipping two or three stairs at a time, he reached the parking lot, where he hoped she'd be. The doors opened to reveal an empty elevator. Bailey dropped his head in defeat. His cell phone rang and he answered it on the first ring. "Sam?"

There was silence on the other end.

"Sam, love, don't leave me."

Finally, she spoke. "Did you really leave me much choice?"

"What are you talking about? Sam, I want you by my side." Bailey begged.

"So you can toss me away?" Sam answered bitterly. "I can't stand getting hurt again, Bail. Too many scars on my heart . . ." She replied distantly.

"Sam, don't give up on something that hasn't even started." Bailey paused, and bit his lower lip. "I love you, Sam. I love you with all my heart and I know it's not wrong. I've never felt this way for anyone -"

"- as you have said to countless women." Sam interrupted.

Bailey leaned against the wall. "You went to see her." He stated. "You can't listen to what she says. . ."

Sam paused on the other end of the phone, and a sob escaped her throat. "Sorry . . . " She whispered. "There isn't much evidence contradicting her statement . . . "

Bailey listened to the silence, which was inevitable disturbed by the dial tone. He walked solemnly back up to his office and plopped down on the couch.

"Looks like you lost a war." Liz stated, sipping his scotch.

"She just ran out and I don't even know where to find her." Bailey grabbed the scotch from Liz's hand and downed it. The liquid felt warm going down and relaxed his tired body.

"Knowing Sam, from what I have read in her files and by keen observation," Liz shrugged, "she'll go to the one place she feels utterly safe. She's obviously hurting right now, physically or psychologically so she'll seek refuge in the one place she trusts."

"But the safe house is still being fumigated . . ." Bailey trailed off after observing Liz shaking her head. She looked at him intently. "My house?" He asked, as she cocked her head to the side. "But she knows that's the first place I would look. If she's trying to avoid me, why would she go there?" Bailey began to pace.

"You really don't have a clue about women, do you?" Liz laughed, off of Bailey's shy smile. "She wants you to find her, it's as simple as that."

Bailey hugged her gently. "Thanks." He stated genuinely. "And good luck with Quantico, you'll make a hell of a teacher."

Liz picked up her jacket. "Couldn't have done it without your recommendations. We'll have dinner sometime, my treat."

"I'll pick the place." He winked and ushered her out of his office. They parted at the parking lot, Liz heading to her own life and Bailey creating his new one.

***

Bailey Malone's House, Atlanta

He walked into his house and lazily hung up his coat. He noticed that his alarm had been deactivated. «So, Liz was right.»

He stepped into the living room and made himself a scotch and sat down on the couch. A fire had been made, and the hypnotic movements of the flames warmed his heart.

"Just for the record, I had no where else to go." Sam stated, and sat down in the lazy boy that was idly placed to the right of the sofa. She reached and removed the small decorative pillow from underneath her and grimaced at Bailey's decorating technique : an red pillow on a wine-red lazy boy.

Bailey smiled, never taking his eyes of the fire. "I'm glad you're not mad anymore."

"I'm still mad, Malone." Sam huffed, and hugged the small pillow to her chest. She watched as the fire danced, creating a mixture of shadows and lights across his profile. She observed him as she had done countless times before; the way his sly half-smiles would make her knees weak, the way his sensuous voice would cause her body to tingle with delight, the way his mere presence would cause her heart to palpitate at an increased speed. She continued watching him in silence, knowing that he was aware that he was being observed.

"Enjoying the view?" He struck a pose and grinned sheepishly.

"It's not funny, Bail." Sam tried to keep a straight face. «Leave it to him to always make me feel better.» Her smile soon faded as she remembered Ellen's words. «How long before someone else enters his life» But she could no longer fight the feelings that haunted her night and day. During the day, her eyes could not be pulled from his form nor her heart from his being. And as the sun set, images and sensations would consume her dreams, leaving her alone and yearning for his touch. She let out a sigh and got up. She stopped in front of him, hesitating.

Bailey could feel her inner conflict, yet he was at a loss for words. When he finally opted to speak, she had disappeared into the spare bedroom, tossing a cold "good-night" over her shoulder. Bailey finished his scotch and headed to the bathroom. After a cold shower, he crawled into bed - shivering under the sheets. He usually slept in the raw, but due to Sam's presence, he opted for a simple two-piece black pajama set, to which he left the shirt un-buttoned. He closed his eyes and images of Sam lay heavily on his heart. He hadn't really taken the time to process all that had happened, and finally came to terms with the burden that Sam had been carrying all of this time: a stalker taking away the things his or her victims care mostly about. Bailey sat up swiftly. «I almost lost Sam . . . » He swallowed hard as tears of realization surfaced. The more he thought about life without her, the more upset he got.

"For the record, I don't want to be alone tonight." Sam said softly, walking in with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, mirroring an image of a cocoon. Her presence jarred Bailey out of his revelations, and he tried to shake off his moment of weakness as being sleepy. Sam observed him closely. "What's wrong?" She asked, worried by her mentor's behaviour. She had never seen him shed tears, only once when Frannie was on the loose. She had been lucky to get close enough to console him, and since then, 'Bailey the Rock' had once again taken control. She gently knelt on the bed beside him. "Is it about us?" She asked, touched that this relationship means so much to him.

Bailey nodded slightly and looked down at the covers. "It's nothing Sam. . .get some rest, huh?" He tried to change the subject.

"I'm not going out there alone." Sam stated, and began getting under the covers.

Bailey shook his head. "Sam, I don't think it's such a good idea."

"Why? Are you ashamed of me, Bail?" Sam provoked. She wanted to get everything out of her system, everything she felt - all of her dreams and fears. She wanted to make sure that she wasn't putting her heart at risk.

"Sam, nothing could be further from the truth." Bailey muttered. "Don't give up on us, Sam." He buzzed in her ear. He pulled her into his embrace, stroking her hair lovingly.

"Don't give up on me, Bail." Sam whimpered into his throat.

"You don't know the impact you've had on my life." He kissed her temple. "We'll make it work, I promise." He cocked his head to the side. "I love you, Sam Waters. I love you, body, mind and soul."

"Don't break my heart, Bail." Sam gripped his shirt as her lips caught hold of his. "Or I'll break you." Bailey backed away slightly and looked at Sam, perplexed. Sam let out a pure angelic laugh and pressed her body against his, rubbing herself against his now growing arousal, causing Bailey to respond with a moan.

Bailey laughed against her lips. "I thought you were serious."

Sam brushed a hand through his hair and grabbed a tuft. "Oh, but I am." She said, but couldn't hold back the smile.

"Liar." Bailey gently put her down. "Let's get some sleep, okay? It's been a rough couple of days for us both."

After a moment of comfortable silence, Sam turned in the bed and gave him an affectionate hug. "I love you." She whispered in his ear. "Just thought you'd like to know."

"Well, I was getting worried . . . " Bailey joked, his eyes still closed.

Sam placed her hand on Bailey's leg. "Bail, I'm sorry." He just smiled forgiveness and placed his hand over hers. "I'm sorry that I fell prey to Ellen's words, I should have known better." She paused and chewed on her lower lip. "I should have taken into account what I have felt when I'm with you. . . it's just that when I saw you with Liz - I became so confused and hurt -"

"- I shouldn't have asked you to leave." Bailey cut her off. "We had this magical moment, and I just dropped it for Liz. What Liz and I had, is history - I just want you to know. It was decided by the Bureau, Sam. And no one was to be told, not even our family. The higher ups, Liz and I, we were the only ones informed." Bailey paused. "They actually wanted me to use you as the bait." Bailey commenced, as Sam's eyes grew wide. "They said we had this intimate, yet professional relationship that was the perfect set-up to lure Art or Ellen or whatever." Bailey shook his head, a sardonic smile rested on his lips. "I wouldn't . . . I threatened them if they even brought the matter to your attention, that I wouldn't be responsible for my actions." He grasped her hand tightly. "I couldn't put your life in jeopardy like that. So I called upon Liz, asking her for a favour. We staged everything, from the meeting to our sleeping arrangements." Bailey shrugged the latter part off. "We knew that the suspect would always be watching, so we had to make it as realistic as possible." He brought her hand to his mouth, and kissed her fingers tenderly. "For her service in the field, I sent in a few references getting her a job at Quantico as the full- time Profiling teacher - that's what she had come to tell me earlier today, that she got the job."

"It's all in the past now, Bail." Sam smiled lovingly. "Let's look to our future together." She kissed him hungrily on the lips, forcing her tongue to tango with his.

Bailey broke of the kiss, still pondering the turn of events. "We thought it was Art, and it turned out to be Ellen." Bailey laughed bitterly. "Funny how she saw past the charade . . ." Bailey swallowed hard.

"My guess is that she got an idea when you called out my name while you two were . . ." Sam left the sentence hanging. Bailey looked at her surprised, but Sam just smiled smugly. "I still shouldn't have hurt you like that." Sam started again. "I should have trusted you more."

Bailey put a reassuring hand on her arm. "If I can forgive you, you can forgive yourself." He smiled. "It won't be easy Sam, but you'll have to trust us and our love." He grinned. "It sounds sappy, but I can't describe it any other way. What I feel, whenever you're even in my thoughts let alone in the room, is magical beyond words. Sometimes I'm afraid my heart will just explode with love."

Sam grimaced, and then smiled. "It's scary. . ."

"But we still have to press on." Bailey reasoned as he turned on his side. He gently stroked her upper arm. "I have my reservations too, Sam. My doubts, my fears are as real as anybody who is in love. What if you are taken away, what if you wake up and don't return my feelings, what if you feel that this is a mistake. My heart can't take it either. . . why do you think it has taken so long for me to confront these feelings? Protection from myself is the main factor: I'm afraid of emotionally getting hurt."

Sam smiled and affectionately caressed his face with her hand. She leaned in, and met him in a slow, intense kiss. Her hand lay flat on his chest as her mouth savored his. "You have nothing to worry about." Sam purred.

"I wish you would take your own advice." Bailey retorted. Sam cuddled up to her love, laying her head on his shoulder. She draped her arm across his strong abdomen, and pressed her body close to his. She gently began grazing his naked torso with her nails.

"Bail, you're wonderful." Sam sighed, gazing at his magnificent build. Her hand kept inching lower and lower, until she was just about to reach his member, when the phone suddenly interrupted their mood.

Bailey took a moment to calm his now labored breathing and picked up the phone. "Malone."

"Malone." A voice repeated as Bailey remained silent. "So you found her." Clapping could be heard in the background. "Good job, I couldn't have done better myself." Jack laughed.

"What do you want?" Bailey demanded softly, as not to alarm Sam. He glanced back at her, observing that her eyes were closed, but knowing that she was still awake.

"You two look so cozy in bed, though I was expecting a steamy moment." Jack breathed loudly. "I was so disappointed. But, this is just a friendly call to remind you to take care of my Samantha for me. . . keep her nice and warm - I'll pick her up soon." Jack snickered and hung up the phone.

Bailey looked at his phone, thought about trying to trace the call and then hung up. «Pointless chasing a ghost.» He thought to himself, glancing out the window. He rose and stared out into the black night, willing the demons to dissipate and cease haunting him and his love. He heard Sam walk up behind him.

She put her arms around him from the back, leaning into his powerful back. Her hands stroked his strong abdomen. "Who was that?" She asked and placed her ear against his back, listening to the vibrations his beautiful deep voice made.

"Wrong number." Bailey replied quickly.

Sam walked up in front of him and tried to meet his eyes, but he just stared blankly ahead. "What are you hiding?" She paused when she received no response. "Please, no secrets." She grasped his hand, and gave it a squeeze. "Don't shut me out." She reasoned.

Bailey finally dropped his eyes, drinking in her beauty. He was touched by the concern emanating from her face. "You're so beautiful." He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Let's get back into bed - I miss not having you beside me." He picked her up fireman style, and despite her giggling, and took two determined large steps to the bed. He gently placed her on her back, and lowered himself over her, bracing himself on his arms. "Sam . . .my Sam." He smiled and met her in a passionate embrace. He pressed his body close to her, encouraging her to feel his need for her very soul.

Sam gently passed her hand over his manhood and Bailey moaned her name. She smiled devilishly and caressed him once more.

"Sam. . . not know." Bailey said, breathing hard. "I want it to be special." Truth be told, he was afraid of Jack - but he wouldn't let her see his fears. Sam smiled sadly and got under the covers. "I just want to hold you, love." Bailey said, wrapping his strong arms around her small frame. "I don't ever want you away from me." He said, which such emotion that Sam bit her lip to hold back the tears that sprung from her eyes.

She kissed his arm and closed her eyes. "I love you." She whispered, after receiving a loving kiss on her temple.

Bailey watched her as sleep quickly consumed her angelic body. He prepared himself for a sleepless night, knowing that Jack was not too far. He tightened his hold on Sam and placed his gun under his pillow, not before casting one last worried glance out of his window - out into the mocking night. «I'll protect her until I die, Jack . . . mark my word.» He threatened his foe silently, vowing to guard his love until the end of time.

~Finis~