A Job To Do
a Sonny & Reese short story

Another stakeout. Another night, and another stakeout. They were getting closer to a major breakthrough, thanks to the intelligence their newest informant had been feeding them. Well, informant wasn't exactly the right word for him. Sonny Corinthos was much more than that. Primarily, he was a man trying to fight his way out of a life that almost destroyed him many times. When Agent Reese Marshall was assigned as his FBI contact, she was stunned; stunned that the biggest crime boss on the Eastern Seaboard would give up his power, and risk everything including his life, in order to change his life. But as she worked with him, and got to know him, she realized it wasn't at all strange. She'd never met a more honorable or decent man.

But it wasn't his honor or decency that was driving her to distraction now. Now, when she was supposed to be concentrating on the surveillance of members of a major drug cartel. Now, when she was sitting in a cramped car, with a fellow agent…and not hearing a word the man was saying to her. Her mind was back at a safehouse, where a few hours earlier she had met with Sonny…

"They should all be there tonight," he told her. Sonny was anxious. If things went well, they could finally take Lorenzo Alcazar and his entire drug dealing organization down. And then, there'd be no one left to cause trouble for Sonny or his children when Sonny finally got out of the "life." The rest had all been dealt with. Sonny realized Reese was looking at him, but not listening to him. "Reese?" Reese felt herself swooning, as she often did around him. "Sonny," she whispered. "I know this is important, but I can't…I can't stop thinking about…" "About what baby?" Sonny whispered back; knowing full well what she was talking about. They had been lovers for weeks now; stealing time together when they could…when and where no one else could see. Obviously, it wasn't part of the deal he made with the FBI. And it wasn't part of the deal he made with himself; the deal to never risk his heart again after Carly tore it to shreds. "About yesterday…" she moaned in reply. Sonny smiled, and then took her face in his hands. He leaned in, and kissed her thoroughly. She moaned again. He pulled back, and then took her into his strong arms. "Yesterday was incredible," he whispered in her ear. "And the next time will be too. But right now, you have a job to do." "I know," she said, "but I ache for you; it's so hard…" Sonny chuckled, and thought, "you're telling me?" To her, he said, "be patient baby....after the stakeout…after this is all over…I can fix that for you." Reese moved her head to be able to kiss him, and they locked in a deep kiss. "After this is over," she then told him, "you and I are going to get started…for real. And I want everyone to know." Sonny stared into her beautiful eyes. "Everyone that matters already knows…you and I. And that's all I need."

Reese leaned back in the car seat and closed her eyes, with a buzz of desire running through her body. "Here we go!" her partner declared, as the parties in question entered the warehouse for their meeting. "Yeah," Reese replied, still thinking of Sonny; "here we go."

THE END

First Contact
a Sonny & Reese short story
Prequel to "A Job To Do"

People have often accused Sonny Corinthos of being paranoid; but Sonny has always maintained that just because you're paranoid, that doesn't mean someone isn't after you. And he knew when someone was after him…or watching him…and someone was now. But unlike recent years, when it seemed there was a psychopath around every corner trying to destroy him, this time felt different; less perilous. He still didn't like being watched, so as he and Max walked along the waterfront and approached an alley, Sonny told his guard in a low voice, "step into the alley. Someone's following us." Max silently acknowledged his bosses' order, and wondered how he knew they were being followed. Max hadn't sensed anything out of the ordinary as they walked from one of the coffee warehouses, down the pier to another. Both men went into the alley, and stopped, with Sonny closest to the entrance. "Sir…" Max began to object to Sonny's proximity to whatever danger was approaching them. "I'll handle it," Sonny told him; and Max kept quiet. Sonny closed his eyes and concentrated on the sound of footsteps drawing near. They were light…a woman? In an instant, he reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her in.

"What the hell?!" she yelled. Sonny pushed her against the wall of another warehouse, and put his finger to her lips. "You be quiet now." Her eyes flashed; "I will not!" "Then tell me who you are, and why you are following me?" Sonny demanded, trying to keep his eyes on hers, and not let them drift down to her luscious curves. "Release me, Mr. Corinthos, and I will tell you." Sonny let go of her arms, stepped back, and folded his arms. "Well?" Max stood in the background, watching with interest while the boss grilled the attractive lady. "Agent Reese Marshall, Federal Bureau of Investigation." Sonny looked up at the sky, and then back to her. "You're my contact?" She nodded. "And you were following me…why?" Reese couldn't help but smile as she replied, "I like to watch you move."

Sonny smiled at the memory, and shifted onto his side in bed to look at her. It happened quite quickly; the transition from agent and informant, to lovers. It was clear Reese was attracted to him from the start, and although he tried to keep his admiration in check, she told him later that she knew he wanted her as well. They went through a week or so of forced disdain…he never liked or trusted law enforcement, and reminded himself of that on a daily basis. And she would chide herself, "he's a gangster for God's sake!" but then remember that he was trying not to be one anymore…but neither really disliked the other at all. They had an instant connection; one that Sonny was reluctant to acknowledge or pursue. And not for the obvious reason; but because he was so wary of falling again…of opening up his heart. But the fiery agent left him no choice. They were constantly together, and she was so…compelling…he didn't want to resist. And she just couldn't resist. The man was simply breathtaking. And as she got to know him, and realized he was as beautiful on the inside as he was on the surface…and she was a goner. Another week passed, and they stopped denying the inevitable. No words were even uttered. She entered the safehouse where they'd been meeting, and he was standing there waiting. She walked into his arms.

Now, Sonny watched her sleep. He glanced at the clock; they'd been there for hours. Not that it mattered, except that Sonny didn't want her superiors catching on. He didn't want her to suffer because she was with him; because it was compromising her as an agent. She stirred, and Sonny leaned over and kissed the side of her face. Reese opened her eyes, and smiled at him. "Hey gorgeous." "Hey yourself," he replied. "Were you watching me sleep?" "A little. You look beautiful. But, we should probably…you know…get going." "I don't care if they find out Sonny," Reese declared. "You don't mean that. You don't want to lose your job. We just need to be careful until this is all done." "And then what? What will you do?" "I still have my offshore casinos," Sonny grinned; "totally legit." Reese smiled back. "But you're not moving to the Caribbean, right?" "I have this friend," Sonny continued; "well, he was my friend. In recent years we haven't been that close. But, I know he's going to be needing some financial help with a floating casino he owns in Port Charles…" "Why is that?" Reese inquired. Sonny hesitated. Luke Spencer had moronically borrowed money from Lorenzo Alcazar to keep The Haunted Star "afloat." But Alcazar's days were numbered, since he was one of the main targets of the FBI's sting operation…the operation Sonny was guiding them through. The goal was to neutralize anyone who could stand in the way of Sonny making a clean break from the mob. Sonny had enough information on the major players in the organization, and they would have no choice but to leave him and his alone. Sonny would arrange for that information to be delivered to the Feds if anyone touched him, or his children. But there was another contingent that didn't play by any rules of conduct…and Lorenzo Alcazar was the worst offender by far. Sonny knew Alcazar had to be removed from the picture in order for him to be totally free. He would prefer the man be dead, but since he was attempting to go legit, he couldn't exactly take out a hit. Reese had assured him that they'd get rid of Alcazar, one way or another. But Sonny wasn't sure yet if he could trust her enough to tell her of Luke's involvement with their prey.

"He just will be," Sonny finally responded. "And if he wants to work with me again, I figured I could become his partner and run the place. We used to be partners…" Sonny paused as he recalled another time and place in his life, when he and Luke were inseparable partners, and friends. Reese knew he was holding back, but didn't push him. Instead, she replied, "well that sounds great. Now…make love to me again Sonny." Sonny's full attention came back to the present, and his eyes darkened with desire.

THE END