Disclaimer: The characters of Samantha and Sarah Baker and all the villains are mine. The others are the property of TopKick Productions and Chuck and Aaron Norris.

"Look, just because I don't get naked with just anyone...."

"Carlos, you don't get naked. And I'm not just anyone," Sam said laughing. Sam, Carlos and Trent had just entered Uppercuts, deep in discussion.

"No, just my best friend's girlfriend. That makes me so much more comfortable," Carlos said, sarcastically.

"It's just a massage, man." Trent was laughing at his friend.

"Look, Carlos. If it'll make you feel better come to the school." Sam was an instructor at a massage school in Dallas. "A student can work on you, even a guy if you want." Sam knew this would provoke a response and she was right.

"NO!" Carlos said emphatically. "Definitely not a guy!" They had reached the bar. "Look, I'll think about it. Butch, I need a beer, please."

"Here you go," said Butch as he placed bottles in front of them all. "Still can't convince him, huh?"

"No, Butch. He's being a wuss!" Sam said with a smile as she raised the bottle to her lips.

"Now, wait a minute...." Carlos started.

"Carlos." The voice came from behind them and they all turned to face the door. Standing there was a tall, raven-haired women. "I was told I could find you here."

"Rebecca?" Carlos almost dropped his beer. A smile spread across his face and he went to the door to hug her. Sam leaned over to ask Trent about the woman but stopped short when she saw the scowl on his face.

"Trent, you remember Rebecca?" Carlos had brought her over to the bar.

"Hello, Trent. Still looking after him after all these years, huh?" She smiled at Trent but her eyes were as hard as stone.

"Rebecca." Trent's voice was hard and controlled.

"This is Sam, Trent's girlfriend," Carlos told her.

"Hi. Pleased to meet you," Sam said as she held out her hand.

"Carlos, can we talk?" Rebecca ignored Sam's hand and turned to Carlos. "Let's go sit down." She led the way to a table and Carlos followed.

"Do I smell?' Sam asked Trent with a laugh, taking back her hand..

"No, you're just with me." Trent's tone was serious. He turned back to the bar.

"Care to explain who she is and why the two of you hate each other so much?" Sam asked. The hatred had been obvious.

"Yeah, who is she, Trent?" Butch asked as he leaned on the bar.

"Rebecca Chaisson. The only woman who ever came between Carlos and I."

"You were both interested and she picked Carlos?" Butch asked.

"No. I knew she was trouble as soon as I met her but she pitted the two of us against each other." Trent took a long swallow of beer. "It was back before I joined the army and Carlos went into the police academy. She had him so twisted around her finger he would have jumped off a bridge if she said to. That was bad enough but she used to lie to him. I caught her in a few and she would just laugh at me because she knew Carlos wouldn't believe me. She almost cost us our friendship. The other problem was that she was running with this mobster's kid and I think Carlos was just a diversion. Then one day she left for New York, without a word. I guess she wrote to Carlos later to explain it but he never said why she left. Now here she is again." Trent finished his beer. "The worse lie she told him was that I had hit on her and that I wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Did he believe her?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. I never asked him." He put the bottle on the bar. "I think I need another one, Butch."

"You look great, 'Becca."

"You don't look so bad yourself, Cowboy." She smiled at him. "I can't believe you still haven't ditched that bum." She nodded towards the bar.

"Trent?' Carlos laughed. "We're business partners now."

"Really? Did he get kicked out of the army or something?" Inside, Rebecca was cursing. Things would have been much easier without Trent. She never thought he would be back in Dallas.

"No, he left the army when his father died. You remember Reverend Malloy, don't you?" Yes, thought Rebecca. He was just like Trent. She nodded. "Well, Trent became a private investigator and I joined him when I left the police force." Rebecca started at the last part.

"You left the police? Carlos, it's all you ever wanted to do..." and I needed you there, Rebecca thought.

"Yeah, well, things change." A sad look came over Carlos' face as he remembered the death of his partner at the hands of a madman. He willed the memory away. "So, what brings you back to Dallas?"

"Just visiting some old friends. Like you."

"You didn't come here just to see me," Carlos said laughing.

"Mostly. I've missed you, Carlos." Rebecca's tone was serious. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He pulled away.

"'Becca, I'm ....involved with someone." Carlos thought about Sam's sister Sarah. They had been seeing each other off and on for several months.

"Involved? Interesting choice of words. Where is she? Is she joining you tonight?"

"No. It's a long distance relationship. She lives in Canada."

"Carlos, that's 3000 miles away. She'll never know." Rebecca moved closer to him.

"She'll know." Carlos looked over at the bar, where Sam sat. "I'll know."

"Relax, Carlos. I just want to visit and talk about old times. Let's go get some dinner. Some place quiet where we can talk."

"Okay. I'll just go tell Trent and Sam." He got up and went to the bar. "Hey guys. 'Becca and I are going to get something to eat. We'll catch up with you later." Trent didn't turn around.

"Okay Carlos. Have fun," Sam said. Carlos waited for Trent to say something but soon realized he wasn't going to.

"See you, buddy." Carlos turned and left.

"Trent!" Sam said, angrily.

"Look, she's bad news. And he's dating your sister."

"Yeah, and that's their business. I am not their chaperone. If she's as bad as you say, Carlos will figure it out for himself. Otherwise, the more you push, the more he'll resist. You are both stubborn like that." Trent knew she was right but he still didn't like it. He knew Carlos was going to get hurt.

"Carlos, I need your help. I'm trying to find a friend of mine. You may have known him from the academy. His name is Paul Lynch. Do you know him?"

"He was ahead of me at the academy. Last I heard, he was in the drug enforcement squad. How do you know him?"

"He was a friend of my brother's. Greg wanted me to look him up." Rebecca's mind was racing. She had wanted to know if Paul Lynch was undercover and now she would bet on it. Her boss and lover, Joey Carrera would appreciate the info. "I just have to go to the little girl's room." she said, getting up. "I'll be right back." When she had reached the lobby and she was sure Carlos couldn't see her, Rebecca pulled out a cell phone and punched in Joey's number.

The man was sitting on a bar stool, waiting. As he slowly sipped his beer, he saw the man he was waiting for approaching.

"Mr. Carrera. How are you tonight?" he asked.

"Fine, Simon. Why don't you come in to the back and we'll talk." Mr. Carrera was dark, medium height and had the overall look of a rat. He led the way to the back room.

When both men had entered, Carrera turned to face the man he had called Simon. The door had slammed behind them and two men were standing with guns drawn.

"I know who you are," said Carrera. "Paul Lynch, Drug Squad of Dallas P.D. And now you're going to find out what a mistake it is to screw with me. Take him out to the interstate, shoot him and dump him." Carrera turned to go back into the bar.

"You're making a big mistake, Carrera." Lynch's voice was cut off by a blow to his head.

"Take me home, Carlos." They had been talking about old times as they ate. Now they were finished their meal.

"'Becca..."

"I just need a ride," Rebecca said as she smiled sweetly.

"Where have I heard that before?"

"Good morning, Kim. Lovely day isn't it?" Carlos had come into the office whistling.

"Hi, Carlos. It's nice to see someone is in a good mood, today." Carlos could hear the pounding of the keyboard coming from the back office. He headed back and leaned against the door frame.

"So, what was you're problem last night?" he asked Trent, accusingly.

"Gee, I don't know," Trent said sarcastically, not even looking up from the computer.

"What's wrong with 'Becca?"

"Where do I start?" He looked up and looked Carlos in the eye. "Got a pretty short memory, don't you?"

"What did she ever do to you?" Carlos' voice was rising.

"Lie, steal, cheat, screw you over. Want me to keep going?"

"I'm a big boy. I can look after myself."

"You said that last time, when I poured you out of the bar after she left."

"So now, you are going to look after me?" They were yelling now.

"Maybe someone should." Trent had gotten up an was toe to toe with Carlos.

"Yeah, well, no one elected you."

"Carlos, how blind do you have to be?"

"I said, stay out of it." Carlos pushed Trent.

"Don't start something you can't finish, buddy." Trent's body tensed in readiness for a fight.

"C'mon. I dare you." Carlos had balled his fists.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!!" Sam screamed to get their attention. They turned to see Sam and Kim in the doorway. "You can hear the two of you out in the parking lot," Sam said, angrily. "You, sit down!" She pushed Trent back into his chair. "And you, come with me!" She grabbed Carlos jacket and threw him towards the loft. "Kim, if Trent tries to get up, kick him in the nuts!" She marched upstairs after Carlos.

"I could have taken him!" Carlos was pacing like a caged animal.

"He would have kicked your ass and you know it." Sam took a couple of deep breaths and sat down. "Let me guess, this is all about Rebecca."

"I'm sure you know Trent's version." Carlos said angrily.

"I don't care about any version Carlos. Your a big boy. However, there is someone else you have to think about ." She pulled a manilla envelope from her purse and put it on the table in front of him. He sat down and picked it up. "Those are the papers Sarah needs to apply to take her veterinarian exam here in Texas. She needs to have them submitted in the next three weeks. I'm going to leave them with you so if you want to send them to her you can. Or not. It is entirely in your hands." Carlos looked at her. "Now, if I leave, will you promise me you won't kill each other?" Carlos looked back at the envelope in his hands. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." She got up and left Carlos alone in the loft.

"I don't even want to talk to you," she said to Trent as she went into the back office. He was still sitting in the chair, staring at the floor. "I'm glad you were listening to me last night. I'll see you later, Kim." As Kim went back to the desk, Sam turned on her heel and marched out of the office, leaving Carlos and Trent alone with their thoughts. At the front door, she passed Rangers Cordell Walker and Jimmy Trivette. "Gentleman," she said, not even breaking stride.

The tension in the office was palpable to the Rangers. Walker spoke first. "Hi guys. Can we talk?" Trent came out of the office and Carlos leaned over the loft, each carefully avoiding the gaze of the other.

"What's up?" Trent asked, beginning to calm down.

"We've got a problem. One of our undercover guys has gone missing. Everything was fine up until yesterday and now we've lost contact. He was trying to find out who was supplying info to the Carrera family from the Dallas P.D. We need someone to go in."

"I'll go." It was Carlos.

"Actually, Carlos we were thinking about Trent. If the leak is from Dallas P.D., they'd know you." Walker turned to Trent. "Can you do it?"

"How deep do I have to go?" Trent was thinking about Sam, especially now that the last words they had had were angry.

"We've got a place for you. You can call Sam from a pay phone but you may not be able to see her for awhile. We can get Tommy to run Thunder Karate and I'll drop by to help him." Walker turned to Carlos. "Are you two on a case now?"

"Nothing I can't handle." Carlos looked at Trent for the first time. Trent returned the look.

"Okay, Trent. Let's go. We'll brief you on the way." Trent went back into the office to get his jacket. He was stopped in the doorway by Carlos.

"Be careful, mano."

"Yeah. Look after Sam for me, okay?"

Trent was in a pay phone across from his new apartment. He was trying to call Sam but she was still teaching, as she had been since she left the office. Sadly, he called home and left a message, telling her to talk to Walker or Carlos. He was now Tommy Malone.

Sam heard the message when she got home.

"Hi Sam. Ummm... I'm not going to be around for awhile. I've got something I have to do. I can't explain now but you can talk to Carlos or Walker." There was a pause on the tape. "And I'm really sorry about this morning." Another pause. "Remember, I love you and I'll see you, okay? Bye." Sam was perplexed. She went into the bedroom to change. When she opened the closet she gasped. Half of Trent's clothes were gone. She forgot about changing, ran to the living room and grabbed her coat and keys.

Butch was at the bar when Sam arrived. "Is Carlos here?" She asked, breathlessly.

"Yeah, he's over there." Butch pointed to a table where Rebecca and Carlos were sitting. "What's up?"

"That's what I'd like to know." She headed over to the table. Carlos looked up to see her.

"Hi Sam. Care to join us?" he asked.

"Excuse me, Rebecca, but can I see you over by the bar for a minute, Carlos?" Sam didn't wait for an answer but turned and walked back to the bar.

"Excuse me, 'Becca. I'll be right back." Carlos got up to follow Sam.

"Sure, Carlos." Rebecca smiled. Trouble?, she wondered.

When Carlos reached the bar she turned on him. "Where is he?"

"Who? Trent?"

"Of course, Trent. Who else?"

"Didn't he talk to you?"

"Just some cryptic message on the machine about going away. Then I went to change and most of his clothes are gone."

"Have you talked to Walker?"

"Carlos, stopped answering my questions with questions and just tell me what is going on." Sam was getting angry now.

"He's gone under, Sam." Carlos looked at her evenly.

"Under what?" Suddenly, she realized. "Undercover?" She felt herself sink into the barstool. "Why him? Why not you? You've got experience with that sort of thing." She was struggling to understand. The last thing I said to him was angry, she thought.

"They think there is a leak at Dallas P.D. They would know me." Carlos put his hands on her shoulders. "He'll be okay, Sam. He can take care of himself."

"The last time everyone told me that he ended up with two bullet holes in him." Sam thought back to Trent's experience with his old army Colonel.

"This is different. He's working with Walker." Carlos kissed her forehead. "Do you want to join us for supper? It might take your mind off of things."

"Thanks, Carlos," Sam said, remembering Rebecca. "But I think I will go talk to Walker. It might make me feel better." She kissed him on the cheek. "If you hear anything from him, you let me know, okay?"

"You bet." Carlos watched Sam leave, then went back to Rebecca.

"Trouble in paradise?" Rebecca asked, slowly sipping her wine.

"Trent had to leave on business and didn't have time to talk to Sam."

"Mr. Sensitive? Mr. Honest? I can't believe he would leave without telling his sweetheart," she said, sarcastically.

"Well, it was kind of sudden." Carlos was getting uncomfortable talking about Trent.

"Really? What happened?" Rebecca's interest was peaked.

"He just had to help out a friend."

"Girl friend?"

"Why are you so interested in Trent? You guys can't stand the sight of each other." Warning bells were sounding in Carlos' head but he couldn't explain why.

"Yeah, but I love good gossip, Carlos. Especially if it means Trent isn't as wholesome as he pretends to be."

"What is it with you two, anyway? I mean this goes way back, doesn't it?"

"He's jealous of me, Carlos. I'm too close to you and I rejected him when he hit on me. He's a jerk. Now, let's talk about other things." Carlos didn't accept Rebecca's version but didn't say anything.

"So, did you find Paul?" Carlos asked. He noticed that the comment had caught Rebecca off guard. She tried to hide her surprise.

"Uhh, no, I didn't. I forgot about it after I talked to you. I'll try again later." The warning bells sounded again to Carlos. Something was going on. He just didn't know what.

5 Days Later

"Hello?" Sam answered the phone on the third ring.

"Hi." The voice sounded like music to her ears.

"Hi, Tommy, I'm so glad to here from you." Walker had told Sam to use Trent's undercover name. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know I'm okay."

"Can I see you?" Sam had her fingers crossed. She had been so worried and she wanted to see for herself that Trent was okay.

"There's a bar on 15^th. Tonight at 8:00, if you can make it."

"I'll try." She knew she had to talk to Walker first.

"Okay. I'll see you then." There was a dial tone in Sam's ear but she didn't want to hang up. She felt relieved and frightened at the same time. She grabbed her coat and headed to the corner store and a pay phone to call Walker.

Carlos was at Dallas P.D. He was visiting Angela, his friend in the records department.

"Hi Carlos. What do you want this time?" She smiled at him.

"Hi Angela." Carlos wasn't his usual cheerful self. "I need a big favour."

"What's wrong, Carlos?"

"It's really important. I need to know some information about a cop named Paul Lynch." Angela's eyes widened. "You can't tell anyone I was here, though."

"Carlos, Paul is the drug squad officer who is missing." That was not what Carlos wanted to hear.

"Thanks, Angela. And remember, I never asked about this, Ok?"

"Asked about what?" Angela tried to smile but she was afraid. She had heard rumours about police involvement.

"See ya later," Carlos said as he ducked out of the office. He headed back to Thunder Investigations.

"Hi Kim. I need you to look some stuff up on the computer." Carlos had literally run in the door. "I need all the information I can get on someone."

"Who, Carlos?"

"Rebecca. Rebecca Chiasson." Kim stared at him.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Carlos?" she asked him.

"No, but yes. Trent's life may be in danger."

"How?" Kim wasn't following Carlos.

"I'm not sure, yet. Run her name and see what comes up." Carlos started pacing as Kim started typing. Maybe, Rebecca asking about Lynch was a coincidence but Carlos didn't believe in coincidences. Dammit, he thought. Why did Trent have to be right, this time?

After much pacing and much typing, they had the info. Rebecca Chiasson had been arrested in a mob sting in New Jersey but she had been released due to lack of evidence. She was thought to be involved with the Carrera mob family, Joey Carrera in particular. That was the family Walker had asked Trent to infiltrate. A sense of dread filled Carlos as he picked up the phone to call Walker.

Trent was meeting Joey Carrera at 7:30 and hopefully meeting Sam at 8:00. It had taken this long to get himself the meeting. Tommy Malone was a hit man who could 'take care of business'. An informant had gotten Trent in the door, but Trent had done the rest to get to Carrera. Carrera was looking for someone to do a job for him and Tommy was the man to do it. Trent took a deep breath and walked up to the bar. He sat on a stool and ordered a beer. As he sat, quietly drinking, a large, stocky man walked up to him.

"You, Malone?" the man asked. Trent turned to look at him. His midsection was unnaturally bulky. Gun, Trent thought.

"I might be, " Trent said as he returned to his beer. "Who wants to know?"

"Mr. Carrera. He wants to see you in the back." The man put his hand in his coat, telling Trent he had no choice but to follow. As they walked into the back, a large man stopped Trent and patted him down, finding nothing.

"No gun, Mr. Malone?" Joey Carrera asked.

"I can protect myself. Besides, guns are messy and there are more creative ways to do my job," Trent said evenly.

"Good," said Carrera with a smile. "I like creative." He motioned for Trent to sit down. "Shall we get down to business?"

"What do you need?" Trent asked, sitting at the table, across from Carrera.

"I've got myself a little cop problem. I had a drug squad officer infiltrate my business. Now, he's dead. But, unfortunately, I have a source in Dallas P.D. who fingered him. He's my only link to this and it's a weak one. I want him removed, understand?" Carrera was looking intently at Trent.

"I need a name, a face and payment. Half now, half later." Carrera held out a picture for Trent.

"His name is Duncan Thomas. He's in the drug squad, too. Here's the money," said Carrera as he handed an envelope to Trent, who quickly put it in his pocket. "You're not going to count it?"

"Not here," Trent said with a smile.

"If this works out, Mr Malone, I may have another job for you. My girlfriend has someone that she'd like to eliminate. There may be another 50 grand in it for you."

"We might be able to work something out."

Sam arrived at 7:45. She found a stool by the bar and sat down, facing the door. The game was to pretend that she didn't know Trent and was just here for a good time. As the bartender approached, she smiled sweetly and ordered a Caesar. She was sitting quietly, sipping her drink when she saw her walk into the bar and head to the back room. Trying very hard not to panic, Sam slipped off her bar stool and headed out to the parking lot. When she was in her car, she pulled out her cell phone and punched in Walker's number.

"He's meeting Sam at a bar on 15^th at 8:00. That's gives us about 15 minutes to get there. We'll pull him out then." Walker was at Ranger HQ, talking with Carlos on the phone.

"Okay, Walker. I'll meet you there."

"C'mon, Trivette. Let's go." Jimmy grabbed his hat and followed Walker.

As they were heading over to the bar, Walker's phone rang. Jimmy answered it.

"Trivette."

"Jimmy, it's Sam. You guys have to get over here right now. Trent is in trouble."

"We're on our way. What's up?"

"Jimmy, Rebecca is here. Now. If she's sees Trent she might blow his cover. Please hurry."

"We're coming. You stay out of sight, you hear? We'll be there in 5." Jimmy said good-bye and hung up the phone. "Rebecca's is there now, Walker." Walker responded by stepping on the gas pedal harder.

"Oh, her she is, Mr. Malone. This is my fianc�, Rebecca." Trent turned to find himself face to face with Rebecca Chiasson. He tried not to register the shock he felt. "Rebecca, this is Tommy Malone. He is going to take care of our problem for us."

Rebecca laughed and walked over to him. "Hello, Trent. So this was the business you had. Well, your little girlfriend was quite worried about you." She looked at Joey. "You've been set up, Joey. This is Trent Malloy, old 'friend' and private investigator. Ironically, he was the one I wanted eliminated. Now, I guess I get to do it myself." She smiled as she looked back to Trent.

The two goons who had been standing by the door approached Trent. He spun, knocking the gun out of the first man's hand. He followed with a kick to the stomach and a punch to the head to bring him down. The other man had pulled his gun but he, too was quickly disarmed by Trent. As he knocked the man down, Trent felt the cold steel behind his ear and heard the hammer being pulled back. He slowly straightened up and turned to face Rebecca, who was holding a semi-automatic. He glanced at Joey, who also had pulled out his gun.

"Hands up. Slowly." Rebecca said to him. The two men got up and grabbed him from behind. She moved towards him. "This might be fun," she said as she traced his cheek with the gun. She then lowered it until the muzzle was two inches below his belt buckle. "Maybe, I should make it so you're useless to that girlfriend of yours." She laughed but her eyes were cold.

Sam saw Carlos pull up in the parking lot, followed by Walker and Jimmy. She ran to meet them.

"Is he in there?" Carlos asked as he jumped out of his car.

"I haven't seen him go in, so he must have been in there when I got here. Carlos, I saw Rebecca go in."

"I know, Sam. She's involved in the Carrera mob family."

Sam's eyes widened as she finally understood the danger Trent was in. "She'll kill him, won't she, Carlos?"

"Not if I can help it."

"Not here, Rebecca. If he's a plant, they must know there's a leak at Dallas P.D. We have to get him out of here before they come looking for him." Joey has trying to think.

"Guess, we'll have to save this for later," Rebecca said to Trent as she lowered the gun.

Trent knew he had to stall for time. Sam would be waiting. "Why Carlos?" he asked. "Does Joey even know you've been seeing him?"

"Yes, he knows. Carlos was going to be our 2^nd plant at Dallas P.D."

"He'd never have given you information." They had sat Trent in a chair and tied his hands behind his back.

"He would just be telling his girlfriend about his day at work. He'd never know we were setting him up. Except, he's left the police force. He was still close enough to give us some information, though." She turned to face Trent again. "Then there was you." He saw the blow coming and turned away from it, minimizing it's effect. "I could make him do anything until you came along. Then and now. You were always a thorn in my side. God, I could just shoot you right now." She raised the gun to his chest.

"I said, not here Rebecca." Joey turned to one of his body guards. "Bruno, go get the car and pull it around back. We'll take him out that way." He turned back to Rebecca. "We'll dump him out along the interstate where we dumped Lynch. I'll keep him until you get there, if you want the pleasure of killing him. Then we can get the hell out of Dallas until things calm down."

Trent was surveying his options. Rebecca, Joey and the remaining bodyguard were left, and the bodyguard was watching out the back door. Joey and Rebecca both had semi-automatics. He didn't like the odds but he knew if he got into the car the odds were even worse. Wait and watch, he told himself. Rebecca glared at him.

"Bruno's here with the car," the bodyguard reported. Joey went over to Trent.

"Get up," he said, pulling Trent to his feet. "Don't try anything or we will shoot you here." Joey turned to Rebecca. "You go out the front. Take your car and we'll meet you out by the interstate." He kissed her. "Be careful."

"I always am," she said with a smile and headed out to the bar.

"How touching," Trent said, sarcastically.

"Shut up and move." Joey pushed Trent out the back door. It was all the opportunity Trent needed. He spun and kicked the gun from Joey's hands. The second it took for the bodyguard to react allowed Trent to dive behind a dumpster. The car doors opened and Carlos came out, gun drawn. He pointed it at the bodyguard.

"Don't even think about it." Carlos said as Walker and Trivette emerged.

"You are all under arrest," Jimmy told them

"Carlos," Trent yelled as he got to his feet. "Rebecca went out the front. She's involved with them."

"I know. I'll get her."

"Stop right there, Rebecca."

Rebecca turned at the sound of the voice. "Hi Sam. How are you?" She kept moving towards the car.

"I said, stop." Sam moved to block her path.

"Look. I'm in a hurry. Get out of my way."

"I don't think so. Where's Trent?" Sam's voice was hard.

"How should I know? Now, get out of my way." She tried to shove Sam out of the way but Sam was too fast for her. She spun and landed a kick to Rebecca's knee. She collapsed in a heap. Rebecca grabbed for her purse, but again, Sam was too quick. She stomped on her hand and kicked the purse away.

"Trent taught me a few moves. Now, where is he?" Sam saw Carlos running towards her.

"Trent's around the back, Sam. He's okay."

"You're lucky," Sam said to Rebecca as she lay on the ground. "She's all yours, Carlos."

"She's insane, Carlos! She hit me! I want her charged with assault!" Rebecca got up off the ground.

"Nice try, 'Becca. We caught your buddies coming out the back." Carlos' voice was a mix of anger and sadness.

"Carlos, you have to believe me. I don't know them. I'm not involved. I didn't know Trent was undercover." She moved towards him and tried to put her arms around his neck. "Please believe me."

"Trent was right 6 years ago," he said as he roughly pushed her away. "I should have known better then. Now,I do." He pushed her towards the waiting police car and into the hands of an officer. He heard her as he walked away.

"Carlos....Carlos....CARLOS!" He kept on walking, back towards Sam and Trent.

"You okay, mano?" he asked Trent.

"Yeah," Trent said, rubbing his wrists where they had been tied. "I'm sorry, man..." Carlos cut him off.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. You were right from the beginning. I should have believed you 6 years ago." Carlos looked at this friend. Usually, Trent would rib him about being right but now wasn't the time. Trent just smiled.

"I feel like you, Carlos. The only thing I can think about now is food! Just let me talk to Walker." Trent walked over to Walker, leaving Sam and Carlos.

"So, what did you do to her, Sam?" Carlos asked.

"Just a little spin kick to the side of the knee, and a stomp to her hand." Sam said with a smile.

"I would have liked to see that."

"We Canadians just don't take well to rudeness." Carlos let out a laugh and put his arm around Sam's shoulder. She put her arm around his waist and they walked over to Trent. Trent had given all the information he had heard to Walker and would file a complete statement in the morning.

"Let's go get some food." Trent said as he took his place on the other side of Sam.

"I'm so glad to have you back Trent. But, I thought I told you, you weren't allowed to go anywhere without Carlos." Sam smiled. "I don't think he's the one who needs looking after." Sam noticed the bruise on Trent's face for the first time. "What happened?"

"Not much. Rebecca hit me with a gun after she threatened to shoot me in the groin. I don't think she liked me very much." Sam stopped.

"She threatened to shoot you in the groin?" she asked, incredulously. "Man, I should have kicked her harder." Trent laughed. Carlos was strangely quiet, lost in his own thoughts.

"I'll meet you guys at Uppercuts, okay?" Carlos announced. "I've got to make a phone call."

Sam looked at him as he let go of her.

"Okay, Carlos." Sam knew who he was going to call by the look on his face. "We'll meet you there."

Carlos pulled out his cell phone as he sat in the Durango. He punched in 1 and 10 numbers. The phone was answered on the 4^th ring.

"Hi. I'm sorry it's late but I just wanted to talk to you.....Things have been kind of crazy around here....I've missed you....Yeah, I'm fine. Really. I've got all the forms you need to get your licence down her. I'll fax them to you tomorrow, okay?....No, really, Everyone is okay. I just needed to hear your voice and to tell you I love you...."



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