Two is Better than One

Chapter 2

"I'm pretty sure this kidnapping is fake."

Lassiter gave her a sharp look, "If you're going to say something like that, don't say it here. You'll upset an already very upset family. We'll talk more about this theory at the station."

She nodded, "Okay."

They walked back out to the car, and she climbed into the back, and they drove off.

Later that day, Samantha was sitting at her desk, very grumpy. Lassiter had immediately shot down her "theory" that the kidnapping was staged. Of course, despite being told not to look at that angle, she still was. She had gone through the lists of suspects and witnesses and has since moved onto the list of people close to the McCallum boy.

She stopped at one name. The one name that wasn't on their suspect list or witness list. Hell, they hadn't even talked to him, as he seemingly hasn't had any contact with Camden McCallum for 18 months. When Camden got cut off. Malcolm Orso. She laughed quietly. These two had to have been planning this for a little over a year. Clever bastards.

She didn't think the case was over, despite getting a call from Barry that they found Camden and Orso dead, a few hours after she had come to the conclusion that Orso was in on this.

She looked up to see Lassiter and Barry get back from their little 'lunch date' turned into investigation. Lassiter looked upset. He glared at her when he heard her laugh.

"Took you two long enough. It's almost 6:30. People will talk."

"Your brother is a nuisance."

She smiled at him, "You didn't have to grow up with him."

And at that moment, her brother walked into the station. She rolled her eyes. "Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear." She turned to face him, "Who are you here for? Me, Lassiter and Barry, or Vick?"

When he pointed to her, she gathered her stuff. "You're lucky I was just about to take my break."

While they walked out of the precinct, Shawn started talking.

"I saw dad."

"Did ya now? Ask for advice on the case? Tell him you've decided to become one of the very things he hated while he was on the force?"

He glared at her. "Yes."

"How'd he take it?"

"Better than expected."

He stopped in front of his motorcycle.

His sister looked at him like he was crazy. "If you expect me to get on that, you're wrong. We're taking my car."

He looked at her, shocked. "You used to have one. What happened?"

"Some idiot hit me one day. Haven't been on one since."

"Okay, now you're definitely riding with me."

"No-"

"Not listening."

He climbed on and looked at her, waiting for her to follow suit. She groaned, but climbed on behind him.

He smirked teasingly back to his little sister, "Hold on tight."

She grumbled, but held on very tight to her brother.

Right before backing out, he asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah. I actually wanted to hit the shooting range. That cool with you?"

"Yeah."

And with that he took off.