Visiting the Smith’s

The sun rose with the sound of birds singing a victory song to Mick eager to win his bet today. Juggling the morning paper and a tray of coffee, Mick fumbled the key in the door. Swinging it open, he dropped the paper at the view of a women’s taunting backside in front of Sam. His eye candy tour started from the ground. He absorbed the black here-kitty-kitty stilettos, iced with pink under soles, lengthening the slightly parted legs topped with a heart-stopping short black fitted skirt, accentuating the right curves. The pink top matched the pink on her shoes and the dark hair twisted tightly up on her head. Hellooo Beautiful!

The hottie glanced back over her shoulder at him. Mick brought his brain to a screeching halt before it proceed down the twisted path his imagination howled for. Holy S**t! This was a new version of his Sammie girl he hadn’t seen before. Parts of him did like the new while the other parts screamed don’t-you-even-go-there.

Samantha turned for beeline towards Mick. “Thank God coffee! I sure could use the simulation.” Mick stared while she swiped a cup. For the first time he was speechless. Passing by him to enter the bathroom, her fragrance fogged up his brain further.

Sam closed in on Mick. “I know and she calls that gear…Walks like a fashion modal and talks like a trucker, can tough get any sexier? You better clamp that jaw shut before something flies in there.” Mick snapped his teeth together and handed Sam a cup.

Returning while hooking her locket around her exposed neck, she noticed they were staring at her while drinking their coffee simultaneously. “What?” She inspected her skirt and long sleeve button down blouse for anything disarray. “Is my make-up ok?” They both shook their heads in a united agreement.

Sam broke the trans like state. “So where are we going? Hopefully not another clothing store.” Even thought the ‘gear’ was scoring big points with him. It was worth yesterday’s uncomfortable adventure.

“No this place will be more interesting to you. We do need to take the black case with us.”

Sam removed the black case, containing Johnny and BC, from under the bed. “You have the key?”

With a quick flash of the key and a, “Yep,” she tuck it inside the skirt’s hidden waistband pocket, just big enough for the key and her ID.

Mick watched her tuck the key away and wondered how Sam was going to handle staring at this all day. Where did my little tomboy Sammie go? That top is screaming for another button.

She pointed at Mick. “Be prepared to pay up today. We will be back before you.” Samantha realized Mick hadn’t said a word since he returned with coffee. “Are you ok?”

He finally quit looking at her long enough to take in Sam and his suit beside her. Shaking his head, “I’m just trying to adjust to this GQ version of Mulder and Scully you’ve got going here.”

“Ha, ha very funny,” with a roll of her eyes, “let’s hope there’s no such thing as aliens. Our plate is full as is.” She opened the door and paused. “Be careful out there.”

“Always, see you two when you get back,” as Mick raised his cup to them.

* * * * *

Sam gazed up the stone steps to the gigantic pedestals supporting, larger than life, statues on top. “The Smith’s is the Smithsonian Museum? Are you saying you worked here?”  A banner fluttered in the breeze, announcing a special exhibit showing.

The familiar building made her smile. She had become fond of the museum world. “The building was U.S. Customs. In 1994 it became The National Museum of the American Indian and is the sixteenth museum of the Smithsonian Institution. Well look at me-add water-instant tour guide. But I’m betting you’re more interested in how I got here.” He shook his head while gawking.

A short version of her story unfolded. “I happen to be at NYU when professor Wrighterby was having a presentation on ancient weapons while trying to spark interest in attracting interns for the museum. After the presentation, I had a nice chat with the professor. He was impressed with my knowledge of weapons and thought I would be a great intern. I met with him and a couple other people at the museum. I had to tell them I wasn’t a student but they liked me and what I did know. I was offered an assistant position from professor Wrighterby. I helped with pieces coming into the collective museum group.” Samantha proceeded to tell him that the professor’s office was here but they worked with all the other Smithsonian Museums here and DC.

“Sammie, you never cease to amaze me.”

She gave him a playful shove. “I told you yesterday I am amazing. Now come on, I’ve have a bet to win today.”

They started the hike up the mountain of stone stairs. Sam couldn’t help but watch the hypnotic swing of her body while heading up. Feeling the change in him, she stopped at the top and pivot around, halting him at the second step from the top. With her heels and him on a lower step, she was almost eye to eye with him. “Sam you have to watch yourself. They do know of you here…but they kind of came to their own conclusions that you’re my brother…I never said one thing or another about it.”

Mixed feelings rolled in him about the situation. She had talked about him but this is not the kind of way he wanted to be known. Well, I’m here. That’s good enough for now. “Ok, I understand.”

Cocking her head to the side, a little grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Thank you Sam.”

He flashed the Simon grin. “You know we will be going to hell for incest.”

She slapped the side of his arm with a poor fake of a shocked expression. “Saaam! Come on.”

Entering the building, Sam continued gawking. “You see that dome?”

“Every day for over a year.” Heading over to the security guard post, an older grey hair man in a security uniform had his back to them. “Albert, how’s June doing?”

A beaming smile greeted her. “Samantha. I’ve missed seeing your smiling face around here.” Pulling her in for a hug, “Are you here for a visit or business and who is this tall shadow?”

Samantha pulled back and eagerly waved for Sam to move up. “This is Sam.” Sam was touched with the pride floating in her voice. “We are here to see professor Wrighterby. Sam this is Albert. His wife June makes the best apple pie ever. The crust literally melts in your mouth. Mom would be so jealous.”

Sam shook Albert’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Albert had that weathered but warm smile about him. “It’s nice to finally meet you. She has talked a lot about you.”

What has she been telling these people? A nervous chuckle followed a quick eye check to her. “That’s a scary thought… I’m just glad she’s finally letting me come here.”

Albert patted Sam’s back and laughed. “The professor is here today. I think he’s in his office right now.”

“Thank you Albert. We’re taking the case up to his office.”

He waved them on. “Go ahead I’ll call up for you.”

“Please tell June hi for me.”

“Sure will. Don’t stay away so long next time.”

As they headed deeper in the building, a long New Jersey male whine of, “Samanthaaaaa,” echoed down the hall. Samantha stopped short.

Catching a glimpse of an eye roll, Sam whispered. “Is everything ok?”

She crossed her arms. “Yes, it’s just…annoying.”

A short stocky man in his late twenties, wearing kaki pants and a polo with Smithsonian embroidered, made a beeline towards them. “Samantha, I knew you couldn’t stay away-from me! Ha, Ha, Ha! You look drop dead gorgeous as always.”

She took a quick small step back so she wouldn’t be sucked into the Jersey Black Hole. “Thank you Marco. I would like you to meet Sam.”

“So this is Sam. She’s told me you’re pretty protective over her and I better be nice to her or you might show up and kick my butt.” He winked at Sam. “So I’m really nice to her.”

A woman’s voice drifted down the hall. “Marco who are you bothering now? Don’t you have some items to be moving?”

Marco moved to the side. “Brenda look who came to see me.”

The click click of her shoes echoed down the hall along with her tongue at Marco. “Marco, you’re not paid to socialize.” The clicking came to a halt. Sam could see the woman. She was dressed like Samantha but in red and black with loose long black hair. A stylish pair of glassed perched on top of her head like a crown. She could easily satisfy any boy’s librarian fantasy.

“Samantha is that you?” The clicking resumed in double time. Again, Sam stepped to the side to avoid the flying arms.

Samantha latched onto her with a bear hug. “I sure have missed you girl.”

Brenda pulled back for a better look at her. “You don’t call, you don’t write but you did leave me with some great clothes and part of the rent paid…so I’ll let it go this time.” She realized they had eyes on them and turned to Marco.

Marco got the hint. “Oh yea…I have work to do…somewhere…Good to meet ya.” He did the international manly nod of recognition. Sam returned the nod.

Marco moved on and Brenda’s attention was back on Samantha. “Ok Samantha, did you bring me this well dressed tall handsome man?”

What is it with these New York girls? A polite smile found his face.

“Brenda this is Sam.” Sam was having déjà vu as her inspection started.

“So…this is Sam.”

He braced himself for further inspection but their little group was about to gain one more person. A man, which Sam guessed in his early thirties, approached them. “Well what a wonderful surprise! It’s my favorite ex-assistant!”

Surprise hit Sam like a wrecking ball. This is the professor Samantha talked about? Aren’t professors supposed to be old, wrinkly and grey? He’s definitely not any of that.

Brenda leaned into her ear. “Jack was lost without you until he promoted me to your spot. I can’t decipher those Hieroglyphics like you but I can keep him organized.”

Sam’s pulse quicken, his blood started to warm. This is Jack? Now why didn’t she tell me she was his assistant? She spent a year and a half with his man…day in and day out. What the hell!

Reviews

[Just Me]

Twist! I love twists as I have said before. Samantha is going to be in for some questions from Sam. Anyway a good chapter and I love the bet between Mick and Samantha. Nice job.

[.quan.011.]

Sam is going to be jealous. I hope he doesn't do anything stupid. I kind of hope Jack is demon so Sam can kill. I love the part where Mick thought Samantha was hot. I laughed a lot. Another wonderful chapter now moving onto next chapter.

[Shep]

What the hell is right. ...it seems I have run out of chapters for the moment. But not out of story. There is a lot going on here, and I can't wait to find out. This is becoming one of my guilty pleasure. Please don't keep me waiting. Like I said you are a very good writer and we need more just like you.