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Author's Note: Thank you to Linda for letting me play in her universe and for Karen for her wonderful betaing.
"I can't believe you dragged me here!" Mike glared at yet another guy making his way towards them.
"Will you please stop complaining! You're the one who insisted on coming." Sam brushed her hair back, sending a 'come-hither' smile at another young man.
Mike glared again. That one moved off too. "Someone has to protect all these poor schmucks. You're dangerous."
Sam rolled her eyes, but secretly smiled. Then she draped herself all over Mike. "If you're not going to let any other guy near me, you're going to have to dance with me."
"Fine," he growled, pulling her to the "dance floor." Mike pulled her close, feeling Samantha wrapping her arms his neck. His own arm wrapped around her slim waist. Even though she wasn't wearing sexy dresses like the other girls -- choosing instead jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt -- Sam was easily the most attention-grabbing girl at the party. It didn't hurt that she smelled good too. Mike took a deep breath. "Damn, you're deadly."
Sam laughed huskily, leaning back a bit. "You and me ... why didn't we ever...?"
Mike hugged her close. "We're too good as friends, you know? Then there's Ellie and Peter."
She nodded against his shoulder. "Doesn't stop me from enjoying myself." She laughed mischievously.
He sighed grievously. "I know."
She laughed.
"Shit! Cops!"
"Oh damn," Mike cursed. "I knew it! C'mon, baby!" He grabbed Sam around the waist, bodily moving her out of the house, against the flow of people. Outside, he put her down and grabbed her hand.
Sam easily followed as Mike led her towards the back...his car was parked the street behind the house. You learn a thing or two when you're the son of an ATF agent.
Mike glared at the medium picket fence. "Can you make it?"
Sam nodded.
Mike glanced behind them, then ran, jumping the fence. He landed like a cat ñ Sam rolled her eyes at his cocky smile. She ran, jumped...
Felt something jerk.
Then slammed face first into the fence.
Strangely enough, it didn't hurt.
Hanging there, upside down by her shoelaces, Sam contemplated this fact.
Meanwhile, Mike laughed. He had fallen down he was laughing so hard.
"Mike, you gonna get me off this thing?" Sam pushed herself up enough to see him curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach and laughing.
"I... you... can't... oh God... can't... breathe!"
Sam sighed. 'At least he's the only one who saw me like this.'
"Samantha Tanner, what in the hell are you doin' here!"
'Shit.' "Daddy!" Sam twisted to the right to see her father's dropped jaw. "What are you doing here?" She glanced desperately at Mike. He was useless. Damn boy was still laughing.
"Me? What am I doin' here? I'm busting an illegal still!" Oh yeah, Vin was mad now. As if getting assigned to something for first year rookies wasn't bad enough... .
"Now, Vin," Uncle Buck began, trying desperately to stop his twitching lips. "I'm sure Sammie wasn't drinking and I'm sure she's got a reason for being here and I'm sure she'll tell us as soon as we get her off that fence." One single snicker came out.
That did it. Uncle JD and Ezra ran. Even Uncle Ezra couldn't keep his famous poker face when confronted with a sight like that.
Vin didn't find it at all amusing. "Young lady, when we get home... ."
"Mike!"
"Don't look at me!" Mike finally controlled himself to sit up. "I don't care what my dad comes up with to punish me! This was worth it!"
"Glad you feel that way, Michael."
"Oh crap."
Chris Larabee loomed up from behind his son, his arms crossed and lips pulled tight. He glanced at Sam. "Tanner, get your daughter off that damn fence." He pointed to Michael. "You, give your keys to Vin and get your ass in the truck."
"Yes, sir." Mike meekly placed his keys into his uncle's hand, leaned over, kissed Sam on the forehead and then headed for the huge black Ram. On his way, he saw a glint of moonlight. Leaning over, he picked up one of those I-zone Polaroid cameras. He smiled.
"Grounded! For a whole month! I can't friggin' believe this!" Sam viciously threw more hay over her shoulder.
"Hey! Watch where you're throwin' that!" Mike glared at her.
"Don't try that with me, Michael Vin Larabee, or you will be very sorry!"
"I don't think so, baby."
"Oh yeah, why not?"
Mike held up the single Polaroid, "Wouldn't want this to get out to the others, now would we?"
Sam screamed in outrage, rushing her best friend.
The End
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