Post by zandersmith on Jul 24, 2009 20:07:30 GMT -5
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:
I own nothing related to or affiliated with Disney, ABC Daytime, or General Hospital. Characters are not mine; they are merely being borrowed.
Summarry: While trying to take down North America's biggest druglord, undercover cop Jason Morgan, will find a weakness in someone he never expected. The drug dealer's teenage daughter, Elizabeth Zacchara. Will he stay true to his profession or will he let himself fall for the girl who has taken over his whole world?
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Chapter One: The Assignment
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" Twenty-four year old Jason Morgan asked as he entered his superior's office. Tons of pictures and plaques adorned the wood panelled walls of the office which smelled vaguely of cigar smoke and hard liquor.
Captain Michael "Sonny" Corinthos, a dark haired man, sat behind the dark mahogoney desk. "Take a seat, Jason." he commanded in a gruff voice.
Sitting down on one of the two patted chairs across from the older man, Jason nervously drummed his fingers against his knees. "Do you like working undercover on the streets?" the captain asked, leaning back in his chair and resting his folded hands behind his head.
Stroking his slightly stubbled chin, Jason responded, "It can get a little dirty sometimes, but I love it, you know, it's my job."
"How would you feel about going undercover for a prolonged period of time?" Sonny asked. He saw the confused look Jason was giving him and he continued, "For about a month now we have been surveilling Anthony Zacchara..."
"The cocaine dealer?" Jason asked.
The older man nodded and went on, "As of right now, he controls seventy-five percent of the cocaine trafficing in North America. Undercover agent, Owen Hernandez, is in with Zacchara right now but he could really use some help." Jason watched as Captain Corinthos leaned foward and scribbled something down on a Post-it. "Now if you accept this offer you won't be paid as a regular cop. Here's the amount, tax free." he said, handing the folded piece of paper to the younger man.
Looking down at the amount scrawled on the paper, Jason's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he noticed the six figure digit. "What do I have to do?" he asked, shoving the scrap piece of paper in his pocket.
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"How long will you be gone?" Courtney asked, leaning up against the doorjam as she watched her boyfriend stuffing clothes into a suitcase.
"I don't know", Jason replied, struggling to get his overstuffed piece of luggage closed.
"Where will you be?" she prodded, growing more annoyed.
"I don't know", he repeated, checking to make sure he had his boarding pass for the plane and the credit cards that Sonny had given him.
"Well, will I be able to call you?" she all but whined, folding her arms across her chest.
"Probably not", he told her honestly, shoving his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans and slipping on his dark brown military style jacket.
"What are we supposed to do, Jason?"she asked, a frustrated tone in her voice.
With his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, Jason came to stand in front of Courtney. "I don't know, but you shouldn't wait for me. I'm not sure when I'll be back and that isn't fair to you. Alright?" he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders. She answered him by closing her eyes and looking away. He kissed her forehead softly before brushing past her and heading for the door.
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Readjusting the shoulder strap of his duffel bag, Jason walked out of the automatic sliding doors at JFK International Airport. He stopped when he reached the sidewalk, looking around at all the taxis swerving in and out of traffic and family members greeting loved ones. Suddenly an instinctive shiver ran down his spine and the tiny hairs on the back of his neck rose to attention.
Looking to the right, Jason noticed two burly men, one short, one tall, dressed in expensive suits, standing in front of a black Lincoln towncar with black tinted windows. He looked around apprehensively before approaching the suspicious figures.
"You Jason Morgan?" the shorter one asked in a gruff voice.
"Yeah", he answered warily, looking from one man to the other.
The taller one took Jason by the arm and shoved him up against the car while the other took the liberty of rumaging through his bag. The one that had Jason pinned to the car started to pat him down and check the pockets of his jacket. He felt the man's hand venture into the pockets of his jeans and he jumped slightly. "Whoa buddy, if you wanna go down that road your gonna have to buy me dinner first." Jason joked and received a fierce shove harder into the car.
"He's clean", the shorter man said, dropping his duffel bag to the ground.
The tall man pulled Jason off the car and opened the door, "Get in", he demanded.
Straightening his jacket and grabbing his duffel bag, Jason obliged the goon and got into the car. The other two men got in as well and the car sped away.
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Coming to a screeching halt, the towncar arrived at Anthony Zaccharas' property in the Hamptons. The house was enormous, it had to be at least thirty thousand square feet. The landscape was absolutely flawless, perfectly trimmed shrubbery lined the horse-shoe shaped gravel driveway. The plot of land that this beautiful estate was sprawled across had to be at least seven acres.
Jason was torn from his thoughts as a tall, dark, muscular man knocked on his car window. The man opened the door and Jason stepped out, "Thanks...", Jason started then realized he didn't know the other man's name.
"I'm Owen", he said and extended his hand. The name registered in Jason's head as he accepted the outstretched hand. Owen shook his hand firmly and gave him a small nod of affrimation. "Come on, man, Anthony can't wait to meet you." he winked, patting the other man on the back.
Owen helped Jason gather the luggage from the trunk and headed inside.
Feeling a sheet of nervous sweat break out over his whole body, Jason wiped his palms on the leg of his pants before reaching for the doorknob. He was just about to open the door when he heard a deep voice from behind him. "Just go on, man, you're gonna have to get it over with." Owen encouraged, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.
Nodding, Jason put on a brave face and finally opened the door. The conference room that greeted him was at least forty-five feet long with a long conference table surrounded by severeal black high-backed chairs in the center. At the head of the table sat an older bald headed man, his thin lips curved up into a menacing smirk.
Anthony Zacchara, Jason thought to himself. The man in front of him didn't look like the kind of guy to run a multi-billion dollar drug ring, he didn't even look like he could squash a bug. What they say is right, looks can be deceiving.
Removing his feet from the table, Anthony spoke, "You must be Jason. Have a seat, son." he said, motioning to the chair adjacent to him. Jason did what he was told and sat down in the designated chair, still very cautious to the situation.
Scooting his chair closer to the table, Jason stroked his heavily stubbled chin. "Tell me, Jason, how did you meet Owen here?" he asked, motioning to the man standing near the door.
Sparing Owen a quick glance, Jason turned his attention back to Anthony and answered, "Well, I used to buy from him when I was young and I just recently found myself in a bind. I was talking to him and he said this was a good way to earn some extra cash."
Anthony nodded his head and took a pocket knife out of the breast pocket of his suit jacket. Jason had to do everything in his power to control his wild heartbeat as he saw the sharp metal reflect the light. "As far as explanations go, that's pretty solid." the older man said, plopping a kilo of cocaine on the table top.
He shoved the knife into the package, the pointy tip breaking through the clear plastic casing with a pop. He withdrew the knife so that some of the white powder remained on the tip and offered it to Jason.
Clearing his throat, Jason looked from the drug to the man thats was offering it to him. "With all due respect, Sir, I'm hear to sell it, not used it."
"Gotta respect that. You a straight edge?"
"No, it's just a hard habit to kick, especially the second time around." Anthony looked surprisingly at the younger man and Jason continued, "Four years in November."
"Very impressive." Anthony praised with a nod of his head, bringing the knife to his nose and inhaling the dangerous substance. "Well, here's the thing, Jason", he started, rubbing his red nose, "You won't be selling anything anytime soon."
Somewhat taken aback, Jason leaned foward slightly to make sure he was hearing correctly. "What do you mean?"
Letting out a little laugh, Anthony looked at the younger man in front of him. "You're the new kid, Jase, you can't expect to just waltz in here and go out on a deal your first day. You have to
earn your way up the ladder of success, earn my respect."
"How would I go about doing that?"
"Usually the guys that come to work for me start in positions that are less compromising but of the same importance. Like something in the protection department."
Knitting his eyebrows together in confusion, Jason tried to wrap his head around what his new boss was telling him. "So what, am I going to be your bodyguard?"
"Oh no, not mine. My daughter, Elizabeth's."
"Your daughter? Wha-" Jason was interrupted by the ringing of Anthony's cell phone.
Looking at the caller ID, Anthony said, "You know what, Jase, this is a really important call. Owen will show you to your room and I'll talk to you later."
Before Jason even had a chance to reply, Anthony was wrapped up in a conversation with the man on the other end of the phone. Jason turned to Owen for an explanation and all he could do was give him a sympathetic smile.
Shortly after leaving the conference room, Jason pulled Owen into one of the many offices on that floor. "Tell me, Owen, how am I supposed to take this guy down when I'm not even involved in his operations?" Jason whispered harshly. Owen just stayed quiet and smiled at Jason's worrying. "What on earth are you smiling about?"
Grabbing the younger man's shoulders, Owen made Jason look at him, "You've got to be patient, man. Work your way up and eventually you'll get close enough to get the job done."
Running his hands through his Sandy blond hair, Jason's eyes widened as he tried to explain his frustrations to the other man. "Owen, I'm a detective. I have too much experience to be
babysitting some metal-mouthed, pimply bra..."
Jason was interrupted as the door to the office opened. There, standing in the doorway was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had beautiful big blue eyes and naturally wavy dark brown hair that was pulled up into a messy bun. Her white ribbed tank top rode up slightly revealing the sun-kissed skin of her stomach and a pair of PINK brand shorts hugged the curves of her backside and thighs. She held her cold water bottle to her upper chest which glistened with a thin sheet of sweat.
"Oh hey, Owen, sorry, I was just looking for my dad." she said, securing the cap to her water bottle.
"It's alright, Bub. I wanted you to meet someone anyway." Owen explained and she walked further into the room. "Jason, I'd like you to meet Elizabeth", he paused for a moment, waiting for the other man to register that the beauty in front of him was going to be the person that he was going to be in charge of. "Anthony's daughther." He turned his attention to the young woman at his side. "Hay, this is Jason, he's gonna be your new bodyguard."
The realization crossed her pretty features and she approached Jason with a smile that could knock the air out of his lungs. "Hi Jason, it's so nice to meet you." she greeted, offering her hand.
"You too", was all Jason returned, encasing her small hand in his own. Right away he noticed how perfectly her hand fit in his. He smiled at her as their hands dropped. She just smiled back at him, unsure why he kept staring at her.
Clearing her throat, she looked at Owen. "I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll see you guys later."she said, patting Owen's forearm and giving Jason a small wave.
He watched her as she walked out of the room, loving the way her hips swayed from side to side as she walked. It seemed the smile would never disappear from his face when he remember that he would get to see this amazingly beautiful girl everyday he was here.
This was going to be interesting.
Disclaimer:
I own nothing related to or affiliated with Disney, ABC Daytime, or General Hospital. Characters are not mine; they are merely being borrowed.
Summarry: While trying to take down North America's biggest druglord, undercover cop Jason Morgan, will find a weakness in someone he never expected. The drug dealer's teenage daughter, Elizabeth Zacchara. Will he stay true to his profession or will he let himself fall for the girl who has taken over his whole world?
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Chapter One: The Assignment
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" Twenty-four year old Jason Morgan asked as he entered his superior's office. Tons of pictures and plaques adorned the wood panelled walls of the office which smelled vaguely of cigar smoke and hard liquor.
Captain Michael "Sonny" Corinthos, a dark haired man, sat behind the dark mahogoney desk. "Take a seat, Jason." he commanded in a gruff voice.
Sitting down on one of the two patted chairs across from the older man, Jason nervously drummed his fingers against his knees. "Do you like working undercover on the streets?" the captain asked, leaning back in his chair and resting his folded hands behind his head.
Stroking his slightly stubbled chin, Jason responded, "It can get a little dirty sometimes, but I love it, you know, it's my job."
"How would you feel about going undercover for a prolonged period of time?" Sonny asked. He saw the confused look Jason was giving him and he continued, "For about a month now we have been surveilling Anthony Zacchara..."
"The cocaine dealer?" Jason asked.
The older man nodded and went on, "As of right now, he controls seventy-five percent of the cocaine trafficing in North America. Undercover agent, Owen Hernandez, is in with Zacchara right now but he could really use some help." Jason watched as Captain Corinthos leaned foward and scribbled something down on a Post-it. "Now if you accept this offer you won't be paid as a regular cop. Here's the amount, tax free." he said, handing the folded piece of paper to the younger man.
Looking down at the amount scrawled on the paper, Jason's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he noticed the six figure digit. "What do I have to do?" he asked, shoving the scrap piece of paper in his pocket.
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"How long will you be gone?" Courtney asked, leaning up against the doorjam as she watched her boyfriend stuffing clothes into a suitcase.
"I don't know", Jason replied, struggling to get his overstuffed piece of luggage closed.
"Where will you be?" she prodded, growing more annoyed.
"I don't know", he repeated, checking to make sure he had his boarding pass for the plane and the credit cards that Sonny had given him.
"Well, will I be able to call you?" she all but whined, folding her arms across her chest.
"Probably not", he told her honestly, shoving his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans and slipping on his dark brown military style jacket.
"What are we supposed to do, Jason?"she asked, a frustrated tone in her voice.
With his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, Jason came to stand in front of Courtney. "I don't know, but you shouldn't wait for me. I'm not sure when I'll be back and that isn't fair to you. Alright?" he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders. She answered him by closing her eyes and looking away. He kissed her forehead softly before brushing past her and heading for the door.
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Readjusting the shoulder strap of his duffel bag, Jason walked out of the automatic sliding doors at JFK International Airport. He stopped when he reached the sidewalk, looking around at all the taxis swerving in and out of traffic and family members greeting loved ones. Suddenly an instinctive shiver ran down his spine and the tiny hairs on the back of his neck rose to attention.
Looking to the right, Jason noticed two burly men, one short, one tall, dressed in expensive suits, standing in front of a black Lincoln towncar with black tinted windows. He looked around apprehensively before approaching the suspicious figures.
"You Jason Morgan?" the shorter one asked in a gruff voice.
"Yeah", he answered warily, looking from one man to the other.
The taller one took Jason by the arm and shoved him up against the car while the other took the liberty of rumaging through his bag. The one that had Jason pinned to the car started to pat him down and check the pockets of his jacket. He felt the man's hand venture into the pockets of his jeans and he jumped slightly. "Whoa buddy, if you wanna go down that road your gonna have to buy me dinner first." Jason joked and received a fierce shove harder into the car.
"He's clean", the shorter man said, dropping his duffel bag to the ground.
The tall man pulled Jason off the car and opened the door, "Get in", he demanded.
Straightening his jacket and grabbing his duffel bag, Jason obliged the goon and got into the car. The other two men got in as well and the car sped away.
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Coming to a screeching halt, the towncar arrived at Anthony Zaccharas' property in the Hamptons. The house was enormous, it had to be at least thirty thousand square feet. The landscape was absolutely flawless, perfectly trimmed shrubbery lined the horse-shoe shaped gravel driveway. The plot of land that this beautiful estate was sprawled across had to be at least seven acres.
Jason was torn from his thoughts as a tall, dark, muscular man knocked on his car window. The man opened the door and Jason stepped out, "Thanks...", Jason started then realized he didn't know the other man's name.
"I'm Owen", he said and extended his hand. The name registered in Jason's head as he accepted the outstretched hand. Owen shook his hand firmly and gave him a small nod of affrimation. "Come on, man, Anthony can't wait to meet you." he winked, patting the other man on the back.
Owen helped Jason gather the luggage from the trunk and headed inside.
Feeling a sheet of nervous sweat break out over his whole body, Jason wiped his palms on the leg of his pants before reaching for the doorknob. He was just about to open the door when he heard a deep voice from behind him. "Just go on, man, you're gonna have to get it over with." Owen encouraged, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.
Nodding, Jason put on a brave face and finally opened the door. The conference room that greeted him was at least forty-five feet long with a long conference table surrounded by severeal black high-backed chairs in the center. At the head of the table sat an older bald headed man, his thin lips curved up into a menacing smirk.
Anthony Zacchara, Jason thought to himself. The man in front of him didn't look like the kind of guy to run a multi-billion dollar drug ring, he didn't even look like he could squash a bug. What they say is right, looks can be deceiving.
Removing his feet from the table, Anthony spoke, "You must be Jason. Have a seat, son." he said, motioning to the chair adjacent to him. Jason did what he was told and sat down in the designated chair, still very cautious to the situation.
Scooting his chair closer to the table, Jason stroked his heavily stubbled chin. "Tell me, Jason, how did you meet Owen here?" he asked, motioning to the man standing near the door.
Sparing Owen a quick glance, Jason turned his attention back to Anthony and answered, "Well, I used to buy from him when I was young and I just recently found myself in a bind. I was talking to him and he said this was a good way to earn some extra cash."
Anthony nodded his head and took a pocket knife out of the breast pocket of his suit jacket. Jason had to do everything in his power to control his wild heartbeat as he saw the sharp metal reflect the light. "As far as explanations go, that's pretty solid." the older man said, plopping a kilo of cocaine on the table top.
He shoved the knife into the package, the pointy tip breaking through the clear plastic casing with a pop. He withdrew the knife so that some of the white powder remained on the tip and offered it to Jason.
Clearing his throat, Jason looked from the drug to the man thats was offering it to him. "With all due respect, Sir, I'm hear to sell it, not used it."
"Gotta respect that. You a straight edge?"
"No, it's just a hard habit to kick, especially the second time around." Anthony looked surprisingly at the younger man and Jason continued, "Four years in November."
"Very impressive." Anthony praised with a nod of his head, bringing the knife to his nose and inhaling the dangerous substance. "Well, here's the thing, Jason", he started, rubbing his red nose, "You won't be selling anything anytime soon."
Somewhat taken aback, Jason leaned foward slightly to make sure he was hearing correctly. "What do you mean?"
Letting out a little laugh, Anthony looked at the younger man in front of him. "You're the new kid, Jase, you can't expect to just waltz in here and go out on a deal your first day. You have to
earn your way up the ladder of success, earn my respect."
"How would I go about doing that?"
"Usually the guys that come to work for me start in positions that are less compromising but of the same importance. Like something in the protection department."
Knitting his eyebrows together in confusion, Jason tried to wrap his head around what his new boss was telling him. "So what, am I going to be your bodyguard?"
"Oh no, not mine. My daughter, Elizabeth's."
"Your daughter? Wha-" Jason was interrupted by the ringing of Anthony's cell phone.
Looking at the caller ID, Anthony said, "You know what, Jase, this is a really important call. Owen will show you to your room and I'll talk to you later."
Before Jason even had a chance to reply, Anthony was wrapped up in a conversation with the man on the other end of the phone. Jason turned to Owen for an explanation and all he could do was give him a sympathetic smile.
Shortly after leaving the conference room, Jason pulled Owen into one of the many offices on that floor. "Tell me, Owen, how am I supposed to take this guy down when I'm not even involved in his operations?" Jason whispered harshly. Owen just stayed quiet and smiled at Jason's worrying. "What on earth are you smiling about?"
Grabbing the younger man's shoulders, Owen made Jason look at him, "You've got to be patient, man. Work your way up and eventually you'll get close enough to get the job done."
Running his hands through his Sandy blond hair, Jason's eyes widened as he tried to explain his frustrations to the other man. "Owen, I'm a detective. I have too much experience to be
babysitting some metal-mouthed, pimply bra..."
Jason was interrupted as the door to the office opened. There, standing in the doorway was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had beautiful big blue eyes and naturally wavy dark brown hair that was pulled up into a messy bun. Her white ribbed tank top rode up slightly revealing the sun-kissed skin of her stomach and a pair of PINK brand shorts hugged the curves of her backside and thighs. She held her cold water bottle to her upper chest which glistened with a thin sheet of sweat.
"Oh hey, Owen, sorry, I was just looking for my dad." she said, securing the cap to her water bottle.
"It's alright, Bub. I wanted you to meet someone anyway." Owen explained and she walked further into the room. "Jason, I'd like you to meet Elizabeth", he paused for a moment, waiting for the other man to register that the beauty in front of him was going to be the person that he was going to be in charge of. "Anthony's daughther." He turned his attention to the young woman at his side. "Hay, this is Jason, he's gonna be your new bodyguard."
The realization crossed her pretty features and she approached Jason with a smile that could knock the air out of his lungs. "Hi Jason, it's so nice to meet you." she greeted, offering her hand.
"You too", was all Jason returned, encasing her small hand in his own. Right away he noticed how perfectly her hand fit in his. He smiled at her as their hands dropped. She just smiled back at him, unsure why he kept staring at her.
Clearing her throat, she looked at Owen. "I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll see you guys later."she said, patting Owen's forearm and giving Jason a small wave.
He watched her as she walked out of the room, loving the way her hips swayed from side to side as she walked. It seemed the smile would never disappear from his face when he remember that he would get to see this amazingly beautiful girl everyday he was here.
This was going to be interesting.
