Chapter 63

Emily walked up to the bar and took a seat, looking like the cat that ate the
canary, as Lucky looked up.

"What's got you in such a chipper mood?" Lucky asked, with obvious bitterness
at the thought of anyone being happy. He slowly poured salt into the clear
shakers that lined the bar.

"I don't know," Emily sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "The prospect of
mischief always puts me in a good mood."

"What?" Lucky asked, looking up at his friends wide grin.

Emily reached into her purse, producing a set of keys and dangled them loudly
in front of Lucky. She smiled from ear to ear. "I think it's time to do a
little snooping in little miss Samantha's apartment...what do you think?"

Lucky's grim face brightened. "How did you get those?"

Emily laughed. "Well...when I left you and Liz last night, Sam and I went for
a little walk...and Lucky...you would have been so proud of me...I didn't
smack her...I didn't even make any snide remarks...I EVEN told her that I
UNDERSTOOD her point of view and that Liz had no right to hit her...and
um...then I picked her pocket."

"What?!" Lucky asked, barely able to contain his laughter. "How the Hell did
you do that?"

"Lucky you are not the only one with special talents...I just gave the poor
tramp a much needed hug," Emily said rolling her eyes. "You should have seen
her Lucky...she believed every second of all my 'you're so misunderstood'
crap."

"I - LOVE - YOU!" Lucky said leaning over the counter and grabbing her around
the neck in a fierce hug.

"Well thank you," Emily replyed laughing. "It's hard not to. But anyways,
we've got bigger fish to fry...what do you say?...Wanna play detective with
me?"

"Lead the way," Lucky said, walking swiftly from behind the counter.
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Emily opened the door slowly, and Lucky quickly crept in after her looking
from side to side to check for any bystanders in the hallway.

"Alright," Lucky said, glancing in each direction of the room. "We gotta do
this fast, who knows how long it will take the dimwit to figure out you
swiped her keys...she's been gone awhile."

"Ok," Emily chuckled, walking over to her dresser and pulling a drawer open.
"God, this chick has got the WORST taste in lingerie that I have ever seen."

Lucky made a face as he ventured over to the closet. "I have no desire to
think about that."

Emily turned in his direction. "Sorry...I wasn't thinking."

"It's ok," Lucky replyed. "Let's just hurry up and search the place so we can
get out of here."

Emily walked over to where Lucky stood and peared into the now open closet.
Her mouth dropped open as she realized what Lucky was staring at so intently.
Sam had almost every item of clothing that Liz did. They had spotted the
dress first, the one that she had conviently sauntered into Liz's birthday
party wearing. But that's not wear the wardrobe similarities ended. Lucky
removed a burgandy, v-neck sweater from it's hanger. "Jeez...Em."

"Lucky she's a physco," Emily said as she rifled through some more of Sams'
clothing. "Come on...let's look some more. I wanna take a look in this
chick's bathroom."

Lucky slowly tore himself away from the closet, as the realization of just
how serious the situation was finally dawned on him. He had jokingly referred
to Sam as a physchotic for weeks now, but now he knew for certain that she
was no joke. She was truly disturbed. A shiver ran down Lucky's spine.

He was jolted from his thoughts as Emily called his name. "Lucky get in
here...you gotta take a look at this!"

Lucky walked into the bathroom, not really wanting to see whatever it was
that Emily had found.

Emily held up a box in front of his face. A box with the picture of a woman's
face on the cover. "What the Hell is that?" Lucky questioned, taking the box
in his hand. He read a few words from the front. "Chestnut Brown," he said
aloud.

Emily shook her head. "Yeah...it looks like my bud Sam wants to be a
brunette...I wonder why?" She added sarcastically.

Lucky shook his head and watched as Emily placed the box back in the medicine
cabinet. "Wait!" he said, as she began to shut the mirrored door. "Hold on a
minute," he said flattly as he reached in, grabbing a brown bottle from the
shelf. "What do we have here?"

Emily glanced over at the bottle. "It looks like some kinda perscription or
something Lucky."

"You have a pen in your purse Em?" Lucky asked, staring closely at the label
and twirling the bottle around in his hand.

"What do you need a pen for?" Emily asked, searching the contents of her
purse.

"Let's just say you can tell a lot about a person by what kind of
perscriptions they've got in their medicine cabinet."

Emily handed him the pen and watched as he quickly wrote a very long word
into the palm of his hand. "Is that so?" She smirked. She was happy to see
Lucky back in action, his suspicious mind working overtime.

"Besides," Lucky added. "I think I've heard of this drug before...it sounds
really familiar."

Chapter 64

"So what did he say?" Reese asked, completely flabbergasted by Liz's news.

"What could he say?" Liz asked, dabbing at the corners of her eyes with a
very wrinkled tissue. "He slept with Sam. There's really not much disscusion
to be had after that."

"Liz, it can't be that simple."

"You're right. It's not, but I don't know what to do. One minute I want to
strangle him with my bare hands for doing this to me...to US! And the next
minute I just wanna wrap my arms around him and never let go...and forget
about everything..pretend it never happened...I don't know what to do," she
wispered, a fresh onslaught of tears beginning.

"Elizabeth...you two have something - something so wonderful. You have to
fight for your marriage...no matter how much it hurts."

"That's just it though Reese. Just being in the same room with him tears me
up inside..."

Reese sighed. "Then you have to ask yourself one very important question: Are
you prepared to leave him? To walk out on everything that you guys had?"

Elizabeth burried her head in her hands and then slowly looked up. "I can't
imagine my life without him. For the last three years he's been...the air
that I breathe. I don't even remember how I lived before him...who I was."

Reese smiled weakly. "Well, I guess you have your answer then, huh?"

Liz grinned slightly through her tears. "Yeah...I guess I do."
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"Hey Aunt Bobbie," Lucky said, walking up to the third floor nurses's
station. "Are you busy? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Bobbie smiled and put down her clip board. "I'm never too busy for my
favorite nephew."

"I'm your only nephew," Lucky said.

"Well...good thing you're my favorite then," she chuckled, leading Lucky over
to the couch in the waiting area. "What can I do for Lucky?"

Lucky cocked his head to the side and spoke in a wisper. "This is gonna seem
like a really odd request, but I need you to tell me what this is," he said,
taking a slip of paper out of his pocket and placing it in Bobbie's hand.

Bobbie quickly scanned the word written on the paper and looked up. "Lucky,
what the - "

"I need you not to ask any questions Aunt Bobbie...I'll fill you in...but not
now. Right now, I just need to know what that medication is used for?"

Bobbie sighed. "Well it's not a medication Lucky...why would you think it
was?"

Lucky stared at his aunt for a moment, wondering how he'd explain his
situation. He knew that she knew that he and Liz were "having problems." At
least that's what everyone was calling it, nobody called it what it was...a
break up.  Should he tell her his suspicions or not? 'No,' Lucky decided. 'I
have to wait until I have proof.'

"Well, than what is it?" Lucky asked, avoiding his aunt's question.

Bobbie rolled her eyes. "Well...I can see you are a master player at 'I'm
gonna avoid that question,' just like your father...so I'll let it
slide...for now," she said continueing. "Lucky this is not any kind of
perscription. It's a narcotic...you've probably even heard of it on the News
or something...it's the date rape drug.

Lucky licked his lips and nodded his head. After all this time, the truth was
finally out. He'd known all along that there was no way that he would ever
slept with Sam on his own free will, no matter how drunk. No matter how mad
he'd been at Elizabeth at the time. He'd thought the name was familiar, when
he'd read it on the label of Sam's "perscription," bottle before, and now he
knew why. He sighed as he asked his next question. There were so many.

"So how would someone go about gettin' their hands on this stuff?" Lucky
asked, staring blankly off into space.

"I honestly don't know Lucky...why would you -"

"What effect would it have on someone after a few drinks?" Lucky asked,
quickly cutting her off. His mind was reeling.

"Oh gosh," Bobbie began. "This stuff mixed with alchohol can be pretty
lethal. It can cause people to black out for extended periods of time...Lucky
why all the questions?"

Lucky sighed again. "I think maybe somebody spiked my drink with that stuff,"
he said, scratching the back of his head.

Bobbies eyes narrowed and then she shook her head. "Wait a
minute...Lucky...it doesn't work that way."

"What do you mean?" Lucky asked, leaning forward.

"I mean...this drug...it doesn't work on men. It only works on females, I
mean...for obvious reasons that I'm sure I don't have to explain to you."

Lucky ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm very serious."

Lucky leaned back in his seat and let out a breath. A breath that he had been
holding for weeks. He hadn't slept with Sam. This was proof. But as quickly
as the thought gave him comfort, it caused him alarm again. Sam was truely
psychotic. Not the kind of psycho you joked about in passing, but a genuine
maniac who had been living down the hall from him and his wife for months.
Who had emersed herself into their lives and tryed to ruin it. He knew he had
to act, and fast.

He stood up suddenly, without even looking down at his aunt. "Thanks Aunt
Bobbie...I gotta go."

"Wait! Lucky..." Bobbie's sentence trailed off as she watched her nephew walk
quickly into the elevator, looking as if he was on a mission.