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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 13:26:51 GMT -5
Chapter 10
“Cuff him Webber,” Zander ordered, turning his attention to the other two men. Elizabeth pulled the cuffs off of her belt with trembling hands and walked towards Jason.
Jason Morgan? The biker’s name was Jason Morgan?
“Put…please put your hands behind your back,” she said in almost a whisper. Jason swung his arms back and turned his face to watch her. Trying to avoid touching him as much as possible, Elizabeth locked the handcuffs on his wrists. She could feel his eyes burning into her as she finally let go of his hands. Swallowing back a huge lump in her throat, she slowly looked up and met his hypnotic gaze.
Since when was she attracted to mobsters?
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He lay there motionless, the monitors beeping sporadically. Laying a shaky hand on her heart, she took small steps toward his bed. His face looked worn out, tired…almost aged. Thin lines covering his forehead, a few gray hairs in his thick black hair…dark circles underneath his eyes, yet he was still beautiful to her. Tears fell from her detached eyes, as she gently touched his limp, yet warm hand.
Oh Ric.
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Lucky dashed down the familiar hospital corridor, hoping to sneak in a quick visit with Ric before visiting hours ended. Ric had been like an older brother to him ever since Lucky could remember. So he made it a habit of visiting his old friend once every two or three days. Elizabeth had accompanied Lucky daily to the hospital until a few months ago. Closing his eyes, Lucky pictured Elizabeth the day Ric’s doctor had broken the bad news.
“The prospects are grim Ms. Webber…all that is left is prayer.”
She had remained strong in front of a comatose Ric; but later at home she had cried for hours at a time. Gradually, she limited her visits to Ric to only once or twice a month. It just killed her too much to see him like that.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Lucky approached Ric’s door. His breath caught in his throat when he saw a young blonde woman sitting at Ric’s bedside. He had never seen her before. Ric’s family had abandoned him when he was very young; so it couldn’t be a relative. He didn’t want to eavesdrop, but his curiosity got the best of him.
“I shouldn’t have come here Ric…I know that. It’s too risky, but I couldn’t help it,” the woman whispered softly. She pulled a tissue out of her purse and wiped her own tears. Holding his hand tightly, she continued.
“What happened between us…I believe it was fate. I know you told me it was over when you found out she was pregnant…but I saw how you looked at me. You felt a commitment to her…but you were in love with me. What we had…it can never be over…it was real Ric…and I know that you’ll come back to me…you have to…you just…oh God…you have to Ric.”
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“You have nothing to hold them on Commissioner…and you realize it, don’t you?” Alexis Davis asked smirking. Mac shook his head in disgust and sat down at his desk.
Elizabeth watched as Sonny Corinthos and his attorney argued with Baldwin and the commissioner. She slowly turned to look into the questioning room where Jason Morgan sat. He was leaning back in the small chair, his legs up on the table in front of him. His hands were still cuffed, but the icy cold glare was still there. She turned to see if anyone was watching, and slowly made her way to the room. Turning the knob quietly, Elizabeth entered into the room.
Jason looked up, expecting to see his attorney, but was surprised to find Elizabeth standing there. Her tight jeans clung to her small frame, perfectly outlining her curves. The blood red color of her sweater brought out her eyes even more so than usual. Her curly brown locks were flowing untamed once more, framing her beautiful, angelic face. Her luscious red lips were full and wet, even more inviting than usual.
Who knew cops could be so beautiful?
“Why didn’t you tell me who you were?” Elizabeth questioned as she walked up to him, avoiding his unwavering gaze. Jason smirked slightly and brought his legs off the table. She leaned closer, bringing herself to eyelevel with him. Looking deep into his eyes, she took his chin in the grasp of her thumb and forefinger.
“I asked you something Morgan…when were you planning on telling me who you were?”
“As soon as I found out you were a cop,” Jason answered huskily. Slowly fixing his gaze on her inviting mouth, he flicked his tongue over his own lips. Elizabeth’s heart felt like it would explode out of her chest.
“I just want to let you know…that what happened between us last night…will never happen again. Understood?” Jason gave up a crooked smile and looked into her eyes once more.
“You keep telling yourself that.”
“What’s going on here?” Zander’s voice interrupted. Elizabeth slowly let go of his chin and stood back up. Her eyes never faltering from Jason’s, she answered her partner.
“Just wanted to introduce myself to Mr. Morgan,” she said coolly.
“And what an introduction it was,” Jason muttered, grinning to himself. Pursing her lips together tightly to control her smile, Elizabeth quickly walked past Zander and out of the room.
Staying away from Jason Morgan would be MUCH harder than it looked.
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“My parents left me with my grandmother when I was 13…after she passed away, I went to live with my sister. My best friend married my sister…so…now we’re one big happy family,” Elizabeth finished up chuckling a little towards the end.
“Wow…that’s so completely different from how I grew up. Actually…my family is what you would call…conniving…evil…manipulative…”Emily said taking a sip of her drink. Elizabeth laughed softly and relaxed back into her chair. She was glad that she had agreed to meet with Zander and Emily that night. It had been fun so far and Emily was a really sweet girl.
“So tell me…how do you work with Zander 24/7 without going insane?” Emily asked giggling.
“Believe me…it’s no picnic,” Elizabeth answered jokingly. Emily laughed quickly, putting on display her beautiful yet innocent smile.
“Speaking of which…where is he anyways?” Emily asked looking towards the entrance of the club once more.
“The department made some mob related arrests today…so he was pretty caught up with that. He should be here any time now…”Elizabeth said glancing down at her menu. She was starved.
“Mob…mob related? Who exactly did you guys arrest?” Emily asked cautiously, tucking her straight brown hair behind her ears. Elizabeth continued to read the menu and paid no attention to the obvious worry in Emily’s voice.
“Mmm…some Roy DeLuca…uh…Max something or another…and uh…”Elizabeth trailed off. Her throat became increasingly dry as she attempted to say his name, “Uh Jason…Jason Morgan.”
“Oh my God!! Zander arrested Jason??” Emily screeched jumping up from her seat. Elizabeth’s eyes shot up at her partner’s fiancé, wondering why she was so worried all of the sudden.
“Why…is there something wrong? Are you okay?” she asked Emily concerned. Emily opened her mouth to answer her, but stopped when her fiancé walked into the club.
“Hey baby…how’s it going? Did Elizabeth manage to drive you crazy yet?” Zander asked, quickly kissing his fiancé on the cheek.
“You’re harassing my brother again aren’t you??” Emily asked, glaring at Zander. Zander closed his eyes, disbelief written all over his face. Elizabeth arched an eyebrow at this latest news.
Jason Morgan was Emily’s brother? Zander’s future brother-in-law? Oh boy…this just keeps getting better and better.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 13:27:10 GMT -5
Chapter 11
“Thanks…thanks for the ride Zander,” Elizabeth said softly, worrying her bottom lip. He hadn’t spoken since they left the club; fifteen minutes that Zander Smith had gone without saying a word. Zander smiled slightly in her direction, while absentmindedly fiddling with the rearview mirror.
“Uh…listen Zander…I…look I’m sorry if I caused any of this…she asked who we arrested…it…I mean it never crossed my mind that he’s her brother…you know…it was just…I’m really sorry.” He sighed loudly as he rubbed his face with both hands. Looking over at Elizabeth, he gave up a genuine smile.
“Don’t worry about it…you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just…nowadays…things have been tense for us. And Jason being back in town sure isn’t helping.” He chuckled bitterly and looked up at the roof of the car.
“Ah…God…you know…It was all so perfect until a few months ago. Now…now it just seems like she’s searching for a reason to fight with me,” he muttered quietly. Pursing her lips together, Elizabeth reached out tentatively and touched his cold hand in an effort to comfort him.
“Ric…why does it feel like you’re searching for any old reason to fight with me? What’s going on?”
“We’ve grown apart Elizabeth…I’m not doing any of this on purpose, it’s just that…that I feel so distant from you sometimes.”
“You know…she fights with me about anything…and I mean anything Elizabeth. It could be about my hours at work…or why I didn’t call her every half hour…or something totally insane, like why did I look at her a certain way. I mean…Em…Emily was never like this…” Elizabeth let go of his hand, and tucked a stray curl behind her ear with shaky fingers.
“You were never like this Ric…what’s gotten into you? Since when do you care how I dress, or where I go?”
“I do care…you’re my fiancé…can’t I care? Huh? I have a right to know where you were last night. Why didn’t you call me?"
“Sometimes…sometimes it feels like I’m desperately holding on to something that’s not as real and genuine as my heart wants it to be. Maybe I just need her so badly to fill that empty space in my own heart…that…that I’m ignoring what’s obviously in front of me.”
“She loves you Zander…I saw it in her eyes.”
“Yeah…right…” Zander chuckled bitterly again, “She loves me alright…she’s just not in love with me anymore. And I’m a fool for hanging on to her. I’m a @#%$ coward…that’s what I am Elizabeth…a @#%$ coward.” His eyes brimmed with tears from the obvious pain in his heart. Elizabeth’s brown eyes also glossed over, as she reached for a tissue in her purse.
“He’s not worth it Elizabeth…just let it go already. You deserve better honey…you really really do,” Sarah said softly, rubbing her sister’s arms. Elizabeth’s lips quivered as two tears fell from her devastated eyes onto her hands.
“He loves me…I know he does Sarah. I’m not giving up on us…we’re going to get married and live a long life together. I just know it…this is just a phase he’s going through. We love each other too much Sarah…we love each other too much.”
“You do…but does he? Is he really in love with you anymore Elizabeth? Ask your heart Lizzie…honestly, does he love you as much as you love him? Why are you hurting yourself over this?”
“Sorry Elizabeth…I just…sorry about that. You’re probably thinking I’m some freak…I barely know you and here I am telling you the details of my failing love life,” Zander said grinning at her. Elizabeth quickly smiled at him, her heart still heavy with her own pain.
“It’s no problem,” Elizabeth said waving him off, “I owed you anyways…so now we’re even Smith.” She winked at him playfully and opened the door to his car. Hesitating momentarily before climbing out, she turned to him and smiled.
“If your heart knows that she’s not in love with you anymore…if you realize that she’s making excuses to get out of the relationship…then don’t be a coward Zander. Don’t let her use you like that. You deserve better.” She smiled once more at her partner before slamming the car door shut and making her way to the building.
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“Reginald!!!!” Edward bellowed from the living room door. “Why I just don’t fire that deviant is beyond me,” the old man grumbled to himself as he opened the front door himself. Much to his surprise, he found his second grandson standing on the other side.
“What are you doing here? Now listen mister…I won’t have you coming here and upsetting Lila…she loves you, for God knows what reason, and if you do anything to…”
“Edward,” Jason interrupted, already annoyed by his grandfather’s antics, “I’m going upstairs to see Grandmother.”
“Jason…oh my God…you’re alright!!” Emily squealed from the top of the stairs. Jason looked up and smiled at his younger sister. She practically ran down the stairs to reach him with a hug.
“Of course I’m alright…why?” he asked her curiously as she pulled away.
“Zander arrested you already?! I know it wasn’t your fault…he’s just…I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” she said aggravated. Jason cocked his head to the side to get a better look of his sister’s downcast eyes.
“Zander didn’t do anything wrong. He was just doing his job…and so was I” Jason said simply. Emily ran her slender fingers through her brown locks.
“Yeah…but…I mean…he needs to lay off of you Jase. I mean with everything that happened last year…I thought he would…” she trailed off when she noticed the strange look on her brother’s face.
“It’s…it’s fine Emily. Where…where’s Grandmother? In her room?” Jason asked, his forehead wrinkling up.
“Yeah. She’s upstairs…let me take you to her,” Emily offered taking her brothers larger hand in her smaller one. Edward scoffed lightly, muttering nonsensical words to himself as he made his way back to the living room.
“Grandmother.” Jason said softly, when his eyes fell on the elderly woman. Her own eyes softening at his voice, Lila motioned Jason to come closer. Jason kneeled next to her wheelchair and gently kissed her soft hand.
“Oh how I’ve missed you Jason,” Lila said with tears streaming down her fragile cheeks. Jason wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb.
“I’m back now Grandmother. Sonny needed my help…I realized my place is here in Port Charles…no matter how horrible the memories are.”
“I’m delighted Jason. You seem much more content darling.”
“Content?” Jason laughed softly at his grandmother’s choice of words, “Yeah…I guess I’m content right now.” His mind wandered to the petite brunette with the exquisite eyes.
“Who is she darling?” Lila asked knowingly. Jason turned to look at his grandmother with wide eyes.
How did she know?
“Who? Who are you talking about?” Jason asked unable to meet her serious gaze. Lila smiled gently, illuminating her elderly face.
“I can see it in your eyes Jason. There’s a girl that you like…isn’t there?”
“Well…I really don’t know her too well Grandmother. But…but I know her name…it’s…she…her name is Elizabeth.” As her name escaped his lips, Jason felt his heart fluttering. It was such a beautiful name…it suited her…and her beauty. Sensing that her grandson was lost in his thoughts about the mystery girl, Lila nudged him slightly on the shoulder.
“Her name is beautiful darling. I hope you’ll bring her to meet with me very soon.” Jason laughed softly and kissed Lila’s hands.
“As soon as I can Grandmother…as soon as I can,” Jason replied smiling to himself.
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“Maybe it’s just some old girlfriend of his Lucky,” Sarah suggested, half believing herself. Lucky shook his head and paced the floor some more.
“She specifically said that he was with her right before he found out about Elizabeth’s pregnancy.”
“Did she say Elizabeth’s name?”
“No…no of course not…but who else would she be talking about?”
“So…are you…are you saying that Ric…that he was having an affair? That he was cheating on my sister?” Sarah asked incredulously glaring at her husband.
“I’ve never seen her before…” Lucky trailed off.
“Do you think…uh…could she be a fed…maybe Ric…you know maybe he worked with her?”
Lucky plopped down on the huge couch and covered his face with both hands. It didn’t matter who she was. All that mattered was that Ric had cheated on his best friend. Curling his fingers into a fist, Lucky let out a shaky breath.
He’d kill the bastard with his bare hands, if he weren’t in a coma.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 13:27:32 GMT -5
Treacherous Hearts; Chapter 12
After an hour of constant tossing and turning, Elizabeth decided to take a walk along the docks, outside of her apartment building. Dragging her slender fingers through her messy hair, Elizabeth paced the old wooden planks of the dock. The glistening reflection of the moon shimmered in the still water in front of her.
Why couldn’t she sleep?
Usually the answer to this question was either Ric or Ashley. However, today the answer was a tall, blonde and dangerously sexy mobster. Licking her lips anxiously, Elizabeth plopped down on the wooden bench. Despite it being April, the night was still cool. Wrapping her arms around her small frame, Elizabeth closed her eyes in an attempt to unwind. It was eerily quiet.
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“Francis is still running checks on all international flights out of New York. He should call within the hour…I uh…I asked Max to call up a few of our connections in Canada…just to you know...just to make sure.” Jason placed both hands on his hips and watched his boss’s reaction.
“Just let me know…whenever you find out anything…we need to find these two agents…fast…” Sonny muttered quietly. Jason nodded in compliance and rubbed his face with both hands.
“We’ll find them Sonny. Now uh…do I take care of them…or should I bring them back to PC when I find them?”
“When and if you find them…take Roy along with you. Let Roy take care of this Jason.”
“Look…I know I messed up today…it was just…I…it’s been a long time Sonny. I should have been done and out of there before the cops showed up…I just froze…but it won’t happen again. You have my word.”
“I never said you messed up…I would just feel better if you had someone there with you…for security purposes…if Beck and Capelli are…” Sonny suddenly got quiet, his ears perking at some noise. Jason reached for his gun, sensing some movement very close to them. Aside from the squeaking of his leather jacket, the night was awfully silent. Jason motioned for Johnny to guard Sonny, while he investigated the noise. He quietly slipped into a dark alley, dashing by the rows of garbage cans lining the walls.
Nearing the corner of the building, Jason slowed down. His grip on the gun became tighter as he peered into the intersecting alley. A dark shadow suddenly lunged toward him, catching Jason completely off guard. Jason struggled to push the man off of himself…struggled to grab his gun and shoot…struggled to yell for help. Energy and strength withdrew from his body completely, as he lay limp and defenseless on the cold ground. The reality of the situation hit Jason hard, when he heard a loud bang resound through the air. A sharp pain engulfed the right side of his body as he grabbed the man’s shirt tightly with one hand, and put force on the trigger with the other. It’s now or never Morgan. Flinching at the burning sensation spreading through his body like fire, Jason grunted as he let go of the trigger.
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When the second bang resounded through the air, Elizabeth stood up abruptly.
What the hell was going on?
Quickly walking back towards her apartment building, Elizabeth fully intended on calling 911. Those were definitely gunshots she had heard. Racing through the dark alley, Elizabeth turned to look behind her every few minutes. Whoever had shot the gun was probably very close. She whipped her head back and continued to run towards her apartment. Gasping loudly, Elizabeth stopped suddenly when her eyes focused on two men on the ground, a few feet in front of her.
Slowly approaching the seemingly lifeless bodies, Elizabeth inhaled a sharp breath in recognition. She crouched down next to his body and attempted to feel his pulse. His eyes flickered open suddenly…the icy blue orbs causing Elizabeth to pull her fingers away.
“Eliza…Elizabeth…he…help me please,” he stammered, obviously in pain. Her eyes scanned the rest of his body, stopping at the growing red stain on his white shirt. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized Jason had been shot.
“Oh my God…Jason…you’ve been shot,” she whispered in alarm, glancing over at the second body. Whoever it was…he was obviously dead.
“Just…just get me…get me out of here ple…please Elizabeth,” he whispered back, his eyes closing slowly. Elizabeth reached out a shaky hand and touched his cheek.
What the hell was she supposed to do?
Well…technically she was supposed to call 911…but for some reason she kind of figured that mobsters didn’t do the whole hospital thing. Nibbling on her bottom lip zealously, she slipped her hand underneath his shoulder.
“Come on…come on Jason…I need you to help me,” she instructed softly, as she used all her strength to pull him up. He used his left arm to push off the ground. When he reached a sitting position, Jason leaned the left side of his body onto Elizabeth’s smaller one.
“Okay…on 3 now…1…2…3…Come on…you have to help me Jason,” Elizabeth muttered, using all the energy she could muster to pull him up on his feet. His body weight was extremely heavy, but she was determined to get him back to the studio.
“Maybe…maybe I should call 911 Jason…where’s your phone?” she whispered, gasping for air as they took a few steps towards the apartment.
“No…no…please don’t,” Jason hissed, opening his eyes slightly. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes and looked over at his face. Beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead…his eyes shut tightly…and his mouth pressed together in a thin line.
“But…but you’re in so much pain…how…how will I…the bullet…I don’t know how I can help you…”Elizabeth stammered as they took another few steps down the alley.
“Just…please…don’t ca…don’t call 911…” Jason managed to say in almost a whimper, struggling to take another step.
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“What was that noise?” Sonny questioned, rolling down the window of his limousine.
“I don’t know and I don’t wanna find out. I’m gonna take you home Sonny,” Johnny answered, walking over to the driver’s seat.
“Damnit Jason,” Sonny muttered worriedly, leaning back in his seat.
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It took about ten minutes to reach the door to her first floor apartment; it was a miracle that Jason wasn’t unconscious from the pain. Gently helping him sit down on her couch, Elizabeth peered down at his wound. Almost half of the white shirt was stained in red blood. Jason winced in pain as she started to unbutton his shirt.
“Listen Morgan…I can’t guarantee that you won’t get an infection…cuz I’m really not that good at taking out bullets. I’m a freakin’ detective…cop… whatever you wanna call it…not a nurse,” Elizabeth muttered as she filled a large bowl with hot water.
“I’ll tell you what…what to do…just…just hurry,” Jason mumbled almost inaudibly. Elizabeth grabbed a few small towels from the cabinet and rushed over to sit in front of Jason. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she dampened a towel and gently cleaned the wounded area. Despite the obvious pain he was in, Jason watched her keenly.
“It’s not too deep…that would be the reason you’re still awake,” she informed him, making her way over to the bathroom. Returning with a first aid kit, she ran into the kitchen to pick up a knife. She plopped down in front of him again and got to work, trying to remove any trace of the bullet. Jason groaned loudly in discomfort, his body recoiling, as she took the bullet out.
“Let me just clean this up and get some dressing for the wound.”
“O…okay…is the bullet out?” Elizabeth glanced up at him while she wiped away the blood from his body and nodded.
Despite the state he was in, he was still too gorgeous for words. His chest was smooth and warm…each muscle defined pleasingly. For the first time in the past half hour, Elizabeth noticed the position they were sitting in. Jason was leaning back against the couch, his legs spread apart. Elizabeth was on her knees, between his legs…her face extremely close to his chest, as she worked on his wound. Her throat dried up quickly when dangerously erotic thoughts flooded her mind.
Scolding herself, she made her way back to the bathroom to get some dressing. That was definitely the last thing on Jason’s mind right now and it should never be on hers.
Jason watched her wrap his wound, obviously deep in thought about something. Flinching occasionally, he kept his eyes fixed on her face. The soft chocolate curls that usually framed her face were pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her full, luscious lips were pink and as inviting as ever. Her exotic blue eyes…
Blue eyes?
“Your…eyes…they’re…they’re blue?” Jason managed to ask. Elizabeth looked up at him and smirked.
“Yeah…they’re blue. Congratulations Morgan…you recognize colors,” she responded in amusement.
“I’m serious. They were brown…I could have sworn,” he said, a bizarre sensation emerging in his body.
“I wear colored contacts Sherlock,” she answered him, taping the end of the bandage, “There…all done.”
Her eyes were even more familiar now. The striking blue color was making Jason feel quite sick.
Those haunting blue eyes.
“Oh.”
“Your welcome,” she snapped, rolling her blue eyes. She disappeared into the bathroom with the first aid kit. The sharp pain in his side had gone down somewhat, but Jason was still incredibly uncomfortable. She reemerged form the bathroom with a bottle of painkillers. Filling a glass with cold water, she strolled back over to the couch.
“You look like you just saw a ghost…are you in a lot of pain?” Elizabeth asked, handing him the pills.
“It’s alright…I’m…I’m okay,” he answered her, “Just a little tired I guess. Listen…I uh…thanks…I know…that you don’t particularly like me…and you still helped…thanks…for not calling the cops on me.” Elizabeth took the empty glass from him and walked back to the kitchen.
“Who says I won’t call the cops?” she answered with a mischievous smile, tapping her fingers on the cordless phone.
@#%$. Way to go Morgan…you knew better than to trust a freakin’ cop.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 13:28:46 GMT -5
Treacherous Hearts; Chapter 13
“Corner of Elm and Harborview?” Zander started the car, narrowing his eyes as the operator gave him details. Already exhausted from a long day of work and a tiring fight with Emily, investigating possible gunshots was the last thing Zander wanted to do that night. A few other cops were already at the scene, and from vague reports Zander found out that they had found a dead body in the alley.
Sometimes he wondered why he wasn't a traffic controller instead?
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“Sonny! Oh my God you’re alright!” Carly cried in absolute relief, from the top of the stairs.
“Hey hey…be careful on those stairs,” Sonny warned his wife as he threw his black trench coat on the couch. Carly carefully made her way down the small flight of stairs.
“I heard the shots…I was so scared…are you ok?” she asked out of breath, pulling Sonny into a hug.
“Yeah…I’m fine,” he muttered, burying his face in her blonde locks.
“Where’s Jason? Was he with you?” she paused for a moment pulling away from the embrace. “Sonny is he okay? Where is he?”
“He’s fine. Just checking up on some stuff for me. Don’t worry…stress isn’t good for the…”
“Like hell it isn’t! Where’s Jason?” Carly interrupted in a demanding voice. Sonny tightened his grip around an empty glass. Licking his lips, he wondered what exactly he should tell his very pregnant wife.
“He…look uh…he knows…how to…I mean…he can take care of himself Carly,” Sonny stammered quietly, pouring some water into his glass. Carly grabbed her husband’s arm and yanked it, causing Sonny’s body to spin in her direction.
“Don’t you hide anything from me Corinthos. He’s my best friend…and if I need to go out there and hunt him down like a dog…believe me…I will,” Carly replied in an even tone.
“Whoa…don’t get too ahead of yourself there…I got uh…Francis out there…looking for him. Don’t worry so much baby,” Sonny said, rubbing her shoulders, attempting to comfort her.
Carly shook her head in defiance and pulled away from her husband’s touch.
“What about his cell phone?” she wondered out loud. Sonny had tried calling him about ten times, each time he failed. Jason was either out of the service area…or…the phone was broken.
"Oh God. What if he's in trouble Sonny?" Carly whimpered softly, bringing her hand up to cover her trembling mouth.
***
“Look Elizabeth…just let me call someone to help me out of here…my cell phone broke…so I gotta use your phone…and…and then you can call the cops…hell…you can file your own report…”Jason said hurriedly. She bit her bottom lip down hard to stop herself from bursting out laughing. It was quite enjoyable to watch self-proclaimed “tough and macho” men like Jason, squirm like this.
“Oh yeah? What’s in it for me? Why should I let you use my phone?” she grinned at him as she picked up the phone. Jason tried to sit up quickly, the sharp stinging sensation bringing him back down.
“What…what do you want? Money? Uh…a better place to live?” he asked, gesturing his hand to the barely furnished apartment. Placing one hand on her tiny hip, Elizabeth tapped the phone against her lips.
“How about…” she licked her lips, a flicker of mischief in her deep blue eyes, “How about…you tell me what just happened down there?” Jason’s eyes opened wide in surprise.
Did she think he was stupid?
“Target practice,” he replied in a blasé tone. She burst out laughing at his nonchalant answer. Jason gave up a crooked smile as he watched her pale skin turn a rosy pink.
“Hmm…so you won’t tell me huh?” she asked once her laughter has subsided. This time Jason chuckled softly, holding the side of his stomach.
“Stop…don’t make me laugh,” he groaned. Elizabeth slammed the phone back down on the receiver and made her way over to him.
“Don’t worry. I won’t call anyone…and I won’t be filing a report,” she said pointedly, her full lips forming a smirk.
“I…uh…okay,” he responded simply, closing his eyes once more. She arched a perfectly shaped brow and watched his tense body relax on the couch.
“Your welcome!! Talk about needing to work on your manners,” she huffed, causing him to smile softly.
“I’ll leave by tomorrow morning…Sorry to get you involved in all of this…I just…need some time to…to rest,” Jason said quietly, the strained muscles in his body loosening up.
“Uh huh…sure. One quick question though,” she said, curiosity getting the best of her.
“Mmm?”
“My eyes…what did you…I mean why were you so freaked out about my eye color?” she asked, soothing out the front of her shirt as she crouched down in front of him. Opening his eyes slowly, Jason was surprised to find her so close to him.
“I uh…I knew somebody once…she had eyes like yours. I mean…the color of her eyes was like yours. That’s…that’s all,” Jason mumbled, an unnerving feeling coming to him along with the haunting memory.
“Old girlfriend?” Elizabeth asked amused, choosing to ignore the uncertainty in his voice. Jason shot her a deadly look, as she tried to smother a grin. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, as she stood back up. Walking down the hall to her bedroom, she shook her head at the situation. A known criminal was hiding out in her living room. That would work wonders for her detective career.
“Listen…uh Elizabeth,” Jason called out to her softly. She stopped in her tracks, partially turning her face back towards him.
“Thanks…thanks for everything.”
“Don’t worry Morgan. My services aren’t cheap. You’ll get the bill soon enough,” she answered, winking at him before walking into her bedroom.
“What other services do you offer?” he called out, following her retreating form. Elizabeth poked her head out of the door and smirked at him, trying to ignore the throbbing of her heart in her throat.
Other services? Oh man...if only he knew...if only.
“Good night Jason,” she answered him, rolling her eyes one last time. He grinned with closed eyes, pulling the fleece blanket over his cold body.
“Night…Elizabeth.”
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“Are there any other fingerprints on his gun?” Zander asked as he surveyed the rest of the alley.
“No…forensics hasn’t come up with anything regarding the gun…but uh…there was definitely a struggle,” Taggert answered. Zander eyed the older man wearily for a moment, before returning his gaze to the alley.
“The DNA samples on his clothes…there were 2 types. The other man was definitely shot and bleeding. We don’t have a match on the DNA though…I mean not yet anyways.”
“Where’s Corinthos?” Zander asked, crouching down on his knees as he investigated the ground.
“Penthouse.”
“Morgan?”
“Don’t know. Can’t find him. Garcia is working on it.” Zander took the cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he quickly dialed the familiar number.
“Webber.”
“Listen Elizabeth…I need you down at the corner of Elm…actually right in front of your apartment building.”
“Why? What’s going on?” Elizabeth asked alarmed, checking her clock. 12:00.
“You didn’t hear the gunshots earlier?”
“I uh…gunshots? No…no I guess not,” she answered cautiously, getting out of her bed.
“Welcome back to reality Webber. Get down here in 5 minutes,” Zander snapped irritably, ending the call.
Why should he be the only one who wasn't getting any sleep?
***
Elizabeth pulled a small sweater over her shirt and made her way out of the bedroom.
What had she gotten herself into??
Jason slept peacefully on the couch, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Gnawing on her tortured lip, she paced the floor of the apartment nervously. He would only stay until tomorrow morning. That’s it. And then she would ask him to leave…because she couldn’t risk her job for anyone.
Quietly locking the door behind her, she walked out of her apartment. Zander’s car was already waiting at the front of her building, as she ran across the damp grass.
“Hey…what’s going on?” she asked breathlessly, sitting down next to him in the car. He pressed the gas automatically, not waiting for Elizabeth to close her door.
“We need to question a few people,” he answered calmly as he took a sharp turn onto Elm Street.
“What’s going on though?” Elizabeth asked irritably, her heart about to explode out of her chest, divulging her treacherous secret.
“Two gunshots. One body. Two blood types,” he paused to look at her, “The makings of one murder mystery.”
“So uh…where exactly…where are we going?” she stammered, trying to hide her guilty conscience.
If they already knew that there were two blood types, how long would it take for them to find Jason? What would she say when they found him in her apartment? They’d want to know why she was aiding a criminal. She couldn’t answer them…because she didn’t even know the answer to that herself. She swallowed back a huge lump in her throat and watched the empty road in front of her.
“The Corinthos residence,” he answered her after a few moments.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 13:29:15 GMT -5
Chapter 14- Rated R for language.
Already 1:00 a.m.
Taggert leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes on the bright office light. Tapping his foot on the metal rod of the desk, he rubbed his temples to relieve the growing migraine. What he wouldn’t do for a cup of hot coffee right now.
It was a simple enough case to solve. He grabbed a pen and started to scribble notes on the notepad in front of him.
Lorenzo Alcazar: Drug lord from South America. Was desperate to have some hold on Sonny’s territory. The dead guy from tonight was most probably one of his henchmen.
Sonny Corinthos: Mini mobster who basically controlled New England coast. Won’t let Alcazar run drugs through his territory so… he summons his trusty sidekick from a one-year holiday in Europe to come home and take care of the “issue” with Lorenzo.
Jason Morgan: Thug, hitman, enforcer…Hit town last week…has already been arrested once…and most probably is involved with tonight’s homicide.
Brian Beck & Andy Capelli: Two @#%$ morons, sent over by the agency…to make life a living hell for the PCPD. The reason for the earlier arrests was due to their idiocy. Left PC that day…were hopefully halfway to Hell with no return ticket. Probably had zilch to do with today’s homicide. But Sonny was still looking for them. Hopefully he would find them and take care of that issue once and for all.
Mr. X: the dead guy. No match of his DNA has been found yet. Was obviously struggling with his murderer before he got shot. Shot directly in the heart with a 9mm. Died on spot.
“Ring. Ring.”
The shrill ringing of the phone brought Taggert out of this thoughts.
“Taggert.”
“We just finished examining the rest of the alley. Only two DNA samples.”
“And? Who are our guys?”
“The guy who obviously got away is Jason Morgan. No matches for the dead guy…yet.”
“What about footprints?
“Uh…hard to say. There are way too many footprints in that alley to pinpoint which ones could be Morgan’s or anyone else’s.”
“Okay. Keep me updated.” Taggert put the phone back on its receiver. Flipping a cigarette into his mouth, he fished his pocket for the lighter. He grabbed a dart off of his desk. Swirling around quickly, he threw it towards a newspaper picture of Morgan…pinned to the bulletin board behind him.
“Bullseye.”
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34…35…36
Elizabeth soothed the stray curls away from her face and let out a little nervous breath. Zander peered over at her just as the elevator door opened and they reached the 36th floor.
“Don’t say a word. Just watch Webber.” Elizabeth scowled and marched out of the elevator before him.
Men. Jerks. All of ‘em.
“What can I do for you Smith?” Johnny asked stepping in front of Sonny’s door.
“You can make like a dog and bark…Sonny will know I’m here to see him,” Zander snapped taking a step closer. Johnny frowned and swept a disapproving look over Elizabeth. She shifted uncomfortably on her other foot and tried to give him a deadly look back.
For some reason…it didn’t work.
“Wait here Smith.” Zander raised a brow and smirked slightly at the guard’s harsh tone. As soon as Johnny opened the door, Zander pushed it open from behind him. Motioning to Elizabeth to follow, he pushed past the guard and faced Sonny.
“What’s going on here Johnny?” The guard looked a little flustered…then pissed as he shrugged his shoulders slightly. Elizabeth’s heart started to pound loudly when she finally laid her eyes on the mobster. He was tall, dark…and holy @#%$…he was handsome.
“Where’s the wife Corinthos?” Zander asked nonchalantly, pouring himself a drink. Sonny scowled noticeably and finally laid his eyes on the young woman standing close to the front door.
“Carly is none of your business Smith. What are you here for?” Sonny answered without taking his eyes off the pretty, young woman. Elizabeth licked her lips and tried to avoid his scrutinizing gaze. Instead, she studied the lavish penthouse, her eyes focusing in particular on all the expensive art pieces. Her heart pounded within her chest.
What if they had already found Jason back at the apartment?
Was he okay?
“Up in her room again huh?” Zander gave a small, fake laugh and set his glass back down. Sonny narrowed his eyes, his jaw set and glared back at the younger man.
“Cut the @#%$ Smith. Why are you here?”
“Where’s your dog Corinthos?”
“Get him out of here Johnny. Don’t have time for this bull.” Sonny waved him off and walked over to his couch.
“Where’s Morgan?”
“Who knows? He’s his own man…”
“So who was the guy he killed tonight?” Elizabeth gaped at Zander in shock. She was so dead. They already knew it was Jason.
“Which guy? Who was killed” Sonny asked in a bored tone, all of the sudden extremely interested in a piece of paper in his hand.
“Don’t play these games Corinthos. You’re retaliating against Lorenzo. I know it. You know it. Just tell me why Morgan killed that man tonight?” Sonny paused for a moment and looked back over at the young woman.
“Who’s she?” he asked curiously, a small smile playing on his lips. Elizabeth’s breath hitched slightly as she fumbled for the right words to say.
“I’m…I’m Offi…Detective…”
“Webber. My partner. Now answer my question. Who’s the guy you took care of tonight?” Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at Zander and bit her tongue from going off on him.
“Do you have an arrest warrant?”
“Where’s Morgan?”
“Leave. Don’t come back without a warrant next time.” Sonny flashed a charming smile at Elizabeth and then motioned Johnny to open the door for them. She glanced over at Zander to see what he would do next. Zander glared at Sonny for a brief moment before walking past Elizabeth and Johnny. Without looking at Sonny again, Elizabeth followed her partner into the elevator. When the door closed, she turned to look at Zander.
“What the @#%$ is your problem Smith?”
“You can go home. There’s nothing more to do tonight. I'll call you in the morning.” He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket and started to dial a number. Grabbing the phone out of his grasp, Elizabeth glared at him.
“Not right now Webber. This ain’t the time.” He paused, waiting for a response. Elizabeth tapped her foot loudly and kept her glare fixed on him.
“What?” he asked obviously annoyed.
“I can tell people my name Smith. I’m not that incompetent,” she hissed angrily. Zander rolled his eyes and snatched the phone out of her hand.
“No wonder she wants to get away from you. Get your head out of your ass Smith and learn some @#%$ manners,” she spat, before walking out of the elevator.
****
Opening his eyes slowly, Jason squinted when the first beams of sunlight hit him. Groaning softly at the discomfort in his body, he shifted forward to sit up. He was extremely thirsty…not to mention starved. Running his fingers through his spiky blond hair, he looked around the studio. The light definitely made it look larger and more welcoming then last night. He tilted his head to the side and examined the rows of empty canvases stacked in front of the couch.
She was an artist?
His ears perked at a soft female voice and quickly turned his head to see where she was. Sitting on a wooden stool facing a large easel, she hummed lightly before nibbling on the top of her pencil. His eyes softened at the sight of her. Several clips held up her wild curls on the top of her head…yet stray strands still cascaded down the side of her face. She was wearing a cream-colored low-neck shirt and faded blue jeans that clung to her legs. The soft hum of her voice reluctantly persuaded Jason to tear his eyes away from her body and up to her face. Her eyes were soft brown again, thick lashes occasionally fluttering over them. White pearly teeth nibbled on her full bottom lip…and a soft pink tongue flicked over it to soothe the wound.
Jason felt blood rush to his groin as she bent down to pick up a dropped pencil…giving him a generous view of her breasts. He stifled a groan to make sure she wouldn’t know he was awake…and watching her. He could hear the loud beat of whatever music she was listening to in her Discman. Her head bobbed to the side occasionally as she sang along, very off tune.
“It’s impolite to stare Morgan,” she said, smiling at the sketch in front of her. Jason jumped slightly, surprised that she had sensed him.
“I was…admiring though,” he said softly, leaning his head back against the couch. Pulling the earphones out of her ears, she looked over at him. With his hair disheveled, visible stubble on his chin, and nothing to cover his amazing chest…he looked delicious enough to eat. Shaking her head at her ridiculous hormones, she looked away from his body.
“I…uh didn’t realize you were an artist.”
“Mmm.”
“What are you sketching?”
“You.” Jason’s eyes opened in amazement as he tried to lean over to look at the sketch. She cocked her head to the side and examined her incomplete sketch.
“I’m just sketching. Nothing to see here,” she announced, slipping off her stool. Jason gave her a crooked grin, his eyes following her to the kitchen. He heard the microwave beep and hoped that she was warming some kind of food for him. He was starved. Walking back with a bowl of hot soup, Elizabeth perched herself on a chair a few feet away from him.
“Soup?” Jason asked incredulously. He couldn’t stand the stuff.
“It’ll help you heal. I need some answers Morgan,” she replied, setting the bowl of soup in front of him. Staring at it like it was the most disgusting thing on earth, Jason sighed in disappointment. He wished for a pizza…he ended up with mushroom soup.
“Why did you kill that man last night?” she asked, her eyes meeting with his.
“He attacked me in that alley. I was defending myself,” Jason answered, shrugging.
“I find it hard to believe that someone attacked you…what’s going on Morgan? Tell me.”
“Okay. I’m wondering what’s floating around in this soup,” he muttered, glaring at the hot liquid like it was alive.
“Just mushrooms and chicken. Tell me what happened last night. The cops already know it was you.” Jason looked up abruptly at that bit of news, studying Elizabeth.
“DNA?” he asked. She nodded, sitting next to him on the couch.
“Here…let me help you,” she said softly taking the bowl from his hands. Their fingers brushed, sending jolts through her body. She looked up through her thick lashes, meeting his intense gaze.
“So…have they identified the other man yet?” he drawled, not quite breaking his gaze. Elizabeth pulled away a little and grabbed the plastic spoon from the coffee table in front of them.
“No DNA match yet. But they know there was a struggle. Look Jason…I know you were defending yourself…then why didn’t you …why didn’t you just let the police handle this? Why did you want to hide here?” She stirred the soup with the spoon.
“Cops can’t be trusted Elizabeth.”
“I’m a cop. You’re trusting me…aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I am. But not every cop is like you,” he said quietly, watching the spoon go round and round in the bowl. She lifted out a spoon full of hot soup and blew on it gently to cool it down. He watched her pink lips form a small “O” and blow out a cool breath. He sighed involuntarily and knew that he could drink poison from her. She brought the spoon to his mouth and watched him open it. Never breaking their gaze, she fed him a few spoons of the soup.
“Why are you doing this for me” he muttered softly, catching her hand in mid air as she went to feed him another spoon. She gulped loudly…too loudly.
“I don’t answer to anyone Morgan,” she said, trying to sound casual.
“But still…why?” he pushed. Glancing at his hand, which was still holding her wrist gently, she nibbled on her bottom lip.
What could she tell him? She didn’t have that answer herself.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 13:29:37 GMT -5
Chapter 15 Slightly NC-17
His eyes were burning her body thoroughly. Jason glanced down at her enticing lips, licking his own. He needed to kiss her…one little taste of the forbidden fruit wouldn’t hurt. Unable to control herself, Elizabeth leaned closer to his face, her eyes half closed. Her breathing increased rapidly when she noticed the swirl of desire in his stormy eyes. Jason lifted a hand to cradle her face. Before he had a chance to feel the smooth, silky skin of her cheek…she withdrew. Her eyes, which were smoky from desire just a moment ago, were cold and distant.
Elizabeth yanked her wrist out of Jason’s grasp, spilling some of the soup onto the couch.
“Whoa…whoa. Easy there,” he said surprised by her sudden hostility. She avoided his concerned look as she set the soup bowl on the table.
She was getting way too involved with him, which was definitely the wrong way to go. Helping a man in need was one thing, getting personal with him was another. She was still engaged…she needed to remember that.
“Let me change your dressing…uh…then I need to go,” she muttered making her way to the bathroom. She rested her head against the wall, placing one hand on her beating heart. This was the second time she almost kissed Jason. This had to stop immediately. Grabbing the first aid kit quickly, she walked back to the couch.
Jason watched as she busied herself with opening the kit and setting up. He didn’t know what had gotten into him just a moment ago…but he was glad she had pulled away. The last thing he needed was to get involved with a cop. He has his own mountain of problems that he needed to work out…and Elizabeth could NOT be one of them.
“Could I…uh…use your phone?” he asked, all emotion gone from his voice. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded briefly.
“Let me just change your…then…then I’ll give you the phone,” she stammered. Even though her mind was scolding her every minute, her heart was thumping wildly against her chest as she started to snip the bloodstained bandage. Focusing on the wound instead of his smooth, tan skin, she cleaned up the blood marks. The wound definitely looked better than last night.
Every time her fingers brushed against his skin he felt a thousand chills run up his spine. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman’s touch had this effect on him. Closing his eyes so he wouldn’t stare at her hypnotic face, Jason moved forward a little so she could start wrapping him again.
“There,” she whispered as she taped the end of the dressing. Jason opened his eyes and glanced down at her. Several curls partially shielding her face, Elizabeth looked even more beautiful than before. He sighed involuntarily. Not attempting to kiss her again would take a lot of self-control.
She stood up abruptly, not wasting a moment. His eyes followed her back to the bathroom, despite how much he wanted not to stare. He turned back around and tried to focus on business.
First of all, he needed to contact Sonny and let him know what happened. If in fact, the man he killed last night was one of Alcazar’s henchmen…a mob war might be brewing. He couldn’t stay at Elizabeth’s studio longer…her situation was near impossible in all of this. She was an officer of the law, and if they found out she helped him…they would suspend her. Or even worse, press charges for aiding a criminal. He let out a troubled breath and attempted to stand up. He needed to talk to Sonny…now.
He perched his hands on both sides of his legs and pushed off the couch. The sharp stinging sensation hit his body once more, and he toppled backwards in pain. Groaning loudly, Jason gasped for some quick breaths.
“You know…you shouldn’t try to stand just yet. It might open the wound,” Elizabeth said, as she watched him topple back on to the couch. He didn’t answer her, as he covered his face with one large hand.
“Here,” she said handing him the phone, “I’m going to take a shower…then I’ll be going to work. Listen…I uh…don’t want to make things even more stressful for you…but I can’t keep hiding you here.” Jason held the phone tightly and nodded. She was asking him to leave.
“I’ll leave before you’re back.”
“Good.” She paused for a moment to watch his face. If he felt any emotion about any of this, his eyes sure didn’t betray him.
“I’m sorry…I wish I could have…”
“Don’t be. You saved my life. There’s no reason I should be the one to ruin yours.”
Elizabeth didn’t answer him. Heading towards the bathroom for a shower, she didn’t turn to look at him once.
She knew she was doing the right thing. But why did it feel so wrong in her heart?
***
The steady zigzag of his heartbeat continued like always. Courtney rubbed her forehead in anxiety. Taking his hand in hers once more, she kissed it gently. She knew being here with him was taking a dangerous risk, but she couldn’t leave him all alone. Obviously, his wonderful fiancé was too busy to sit here with him. Rolling her eyes in disgust at the other woman, Courtney kissed his hand once more.
“You remember the day we met honey?” she whispered looking out the window. The sky was very dark, hinting at rain again.
“I was the newest recruit in the agency. I remember seeing you and forgetting how to breathe. And that day you kissed me Ric. That day…was the best day of my life. You were so warm, so wonderful. I think I fell in love with you that day,” she continued. A single tear streamed down her pale cheek and hit his limp hand.
“But you…you were too afraid to admit it. I knew you loved me. She was an obligation…but I was your heart. God…if she just…if she hadn’t gotten pregnant. Ric we could have that life…we could have everything. Just come back to me honey…come back to me…” she stopped abruptly when she felt his fingers curl in her palm. Her eyes jerked down to his hand. His hands had moved…there was no mistake about it.
“Oh my God,” she whispered in shock. “ Doctor…nurse…someone,” she called out loudly, not wanting to let go of his hand.
Lucky stepped further away from the doorway and watched a nurse scamper in.
***
“Where are you going Carly?” Sonny asked; his face buried in his hands. He had heard her stomping down the stairs, muttering curses under her breathe. Carly stood in front of him, both hands resting on her hips. Tapping a black shoe loudly, she waited for her husband to look at her. Sighing, Sonny looked up at his clearly pissed off wife.
“Since you can’t find Jason yourself…I will,” she hissed.
“Don’t be ridiculous Carly. I know where he is. I can’t tell you though…it’s business…”
“To hell with your @#%$ business. I’m worried about him. What if he was shot…and he’s bleeding in some alley? Huh? I know you haven’t found him either…you didn’t sleep one minute last night Sonny. Don’t insult my intelligence.”
“Look…Carly…I know…”
The loud ringing of Sonny’s cell phone interrupted him. He sped back to his desk and flipped open his phone. Not recognizing the number on his Caller Id, he put the cell to his ear.
“Corinthos,” he said tentatively into the phone.
“Sonny…it’s me,” Jason replied quietly.
“Where the @#%$ have you been Morgan?” Sonny hissed. Carly darted over to his side and pressed her ear to the other side of the phone.
“Someone attacked me in the alley last night,” Jason began, “He shot me in the side of my stomach…I shot him back to defend myself. I killed him.”
“Are you okay?” Sonny asked concerned.
“I’ve been better,” Jason answered, peering down at his bullet wound. “Send Johnny over…I need to get out of here.”
“Wait…where are you?” Sonny questioned, clearly confused. Carly scooted over, her body completely stuck against Sonny’s now. Sonny rolled his eyes and lightly pushed Carly away with a hand.
“At…at a…friend’s house,” Jason said, choosing his words carefully. “I can’t let her get involved any more Sonny…I’m over at Harborview Towers…just send Johnny over…soon.”
“Okay…alright…uh…tomorrow morning.” Sonny answered, prying Carly’s fingers off of his shoulder.
“What? Tomorrow? No, no, no…today Sonny…before tonight.”
“Man…the cops are like moths to a flame with me right now. Tomorrow morning is the best I can do. I still need to discuss this with Alexis,” he answered.
Jason groaned softly into the phone, while rubbing his tense neck.
“Alright…I’ll see then…I don’t know…how I…” Jason’s voice was cut off with the loud knocking on Elizabeth’s front door. Disconnecting the line abruptly, Jason’s eyes darted over to the bathroom door. Her shower had suddenly turned off.
Throwing the cordless phone on the couch, Jason pushed the fleece blanket off of his legs. He needed to hide. The loud banging of the door continued, this time accompanied by a male voice.
“Webber!!!”
Smith. He should have known. The moron always had the impeccable habit of showing up at the worst times. Perching his hands on either side of this legs once more, Jason peered at the doorknob. It wasn’t locked.
"Good one Elizabeth," he muttered quietly.
Pushing off of his arms, Jason bit his tongue from groaning from the pain. Pressing his lips together, Jason concentrated on standing up. The pain engulfed his body in a sudden rush, his face reddening with discomfort. Every muscle screamed in agony as he forced himself to stand on his weak legs.
Elizabeth glanced at the lone towel hanging on the rack in her bathroom. She had forgotten to bring her bathrobe with her.
@#%$.
Wrapping the white towel around her drenched body, Elizabeth flung open the bathroom door. She thought she had heard Zander’s voice. If he was his usual rude self, he would open that door and walk right in without a second thought. Cursing her stupidity under her breath, Elizabeth darted down the hall; puddles of water accumulating at every step.
Jason held the corner of the wall, attempting to balance himself when the bathroom door swung open. A thoroughly soaked Elizabeth, wrapped in a small white towel, rushed out.
He didn’t know what was making his heart beat so fast. A half naked Elizabeth or a cop at the door. Barely glancing at Jason, Elizabeth opened a closet door. She grabbed his arm and gently pushed him inside. The pain in his side worsened as he stumbled into the cluttered, dark closet.
Securing the closet door closed, Elizabeth darted over to the front door.
“What?” she yelled, pulling the door open with force. Zander’s eyes widened in amazement, at the sight in front of him.
“Well…this is interesting,” he drawled, a half smile tugging at his lips. Jason bit his tongue from cursing out loud.
“What the @#%$ do you want Smith?” Elizabeth asked, shielding herself behind the door.
“It’s past 8 Webber,” he said, jingling the keys in front of her face, “Your late.” He flashed her a mischievous smile, his gaze lingering on her bare shoulders once more.
Elizabeth turned back to look at the clock on the wall. 8:20. Damnit.
“Go back to the car. I’m coming,” she hissed, slamming the door in his face.
“I’m leaving in 5 minutes Webber,” came his muffled reply. She rolled her eyes and turned around. Leaning back against the door, she let out a sigh of relief. Glancing up, she noticed that Jason had stepped out of the closet. He was standing in front of her.
Staring at her.
Wet, almost black, strands of hair clung to her face, neck and shoulders. Deep blue eyes watched him with absolute intensity. The small white towel had slipped lower. The delicate outline of one breast was visible. Jason’s gaze dropped lower as his mouth dried up. The soft pink tissue of her nipple was only slightly visible, yet it made the strength in Jason’s knees give out. His eyes swept lower, taking in the sight of her wet thighs. The towel ended a little below her hips, showing Jason plenty of creamy, white skin.
It felt like his eyes were undressing her. She felt the towel loosening around her, as it started to slip off her chest. Reluctantly grabbing the towel with both hands, she bunched it up over her chest. A raging fire that had started between her legs, was spreading through the rest of her body.
She felt flushed, warm, hot…wet.
He watched as an interesting shade of pink colored her silky cheeks.
God…she was irresistible. He took a step towards her, ignoring the pain in his side. Forgetting all promises he had made to himself to stay away from her, Jason closed the distance between them in a few steps.
“I need a favor,” he said gruffly, his eyes mentally ordering the towel to slip. Elizabeth swallowed loudly.
“Wha…what?” she asked in a mere whisper. Licking his lips as he wondered how her skin tasted, Jason looked into her eyes.
“I have to stay one more night,” he responded taking one more step towards her. His thighs brushed against her hips gently, making her moan softly in pleasure. Jason's pants felt uncomfortably tight on him.
“O…ok…okay,” she answered, her eyes closed. Jason ran his fingers gently over her smooth arms up to her shoulders. Her skin was exquisite.
Sinful to be exact.
Gently wrapping his large hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her face up towards him. Her grasp on the towel loosened. She opened her eyes slowly, and felt drawn to his hypnotic blue eyes. Jason leaned down…closing the gap between their lips. When they were but a breath away, Jason brought his other hand to her chest. Slowly, tracing circles on her skin, he watched her sigh in pleasure. Her soft lips parted…her eyes closed…her breathing became ragged. Slipping his fingers inside the edge of the towel, Jason tugged at it. The towel slipped further down her body, displaying one breast for Jason’s pleasure. His shaky fingers touched the soft skin of the visible mound, blood rushing through his body like electricity. She moaned a little louder this time, brushing her lips against his.
A loud knock resounded throughout the small apartment, halting any further movement.
“What the @#%$ are you doing in there Webber? We have a @#%$ murder to solve here…” Zander yelled from the other side of the door.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 13:30:54 GMT -5
Chapter 16
Zander slammed a clenched fist into his desk. The stack of papers fluttered in the air for a few seconds before landing on the desk in an unorganized heap. Emily had refused to answer his phone calls since late last night. She had obviously heard about Jason’s involvement in the homicide and Zander’s involvement in the case.
He pressed two fingers on his temples and massaged in a circular motion. It was already 9:30 and Webber was nowhere to be found. He had left the apartment about an hour ago…alone…without her. She was a nice girl, probably the reason she didn’t fit into the police department in the first place. She was tough…but her heart was too soft for her own good.
He glanced down at the report in front of him. It was already established that Morgan was acting out in self-defense. The unknown man had shot him first, and then Morgan retaliated. Running his fingers through his dark hair, Zander leaned back in his chair. He knew they didn’t really have a case. Baldwin would try by any means possible to take this to court…however, Ms. Davis would have Morgan acquitted. The disgust that he felt all of the sudden made Zander realize that maybe Emily was right. Maybe he was trying any way possible to put her brother away.
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“I uh…got you a toothbrush…and um some shaving stuff. There’s also some stuff for your sponge bath in here…if you want to…I mean if you’re thinking of cleaning up today,” Elizabeth said handing Jason the drugstore bag. He nodded at her and set the bag next to him on the couch. She forced a half smile and started to turn around. He grabbed her hand.
“Listen…Elizabeth,” he began softly. She turned her face slightly and felt his intense gaze on her. His hand burned her skin as it had done earlier.
“You didn’t have to…do all of this…all of this for me. I barely know you…you don’t know me…you’re a cop…I’m …well…” he chuckled softly and continued, “and I’m a thug. I don’t know…how to thank you…I’ll owe you forever.” She smiled slowly and turned to meet his gaze.
“You don’t owe me anything. I wanted to help. It was my decision…” she answered him pulling her hand out of his grasp.
“But still…why are you doing this for me?” he pushed once more. He really needed to know the answer this time.
“If you’re worried that this is some kind of a set-up…rest assured it isn’t Morgan. You needed help…so I gave it. When I can’t do it anymore…I’ll kick you out. Now if we’re done here…I have to go,” she answered him more harshly than she had intended. Their encounter earlier had made her extremely confused and irritated. Jason nodded slightly and looked away.
“I’ll be back later with some food…bye,” she muttered already halfway out the door. When he didn’t answer, she slammed the door behind her.
Jason grabbed the phone next to him and dialed Sonny’s number.
“Corinthos.”
“Sonny…look…I can’t stay here any longer. Send Johnny over. I’ll be waiting.”
“Wha…wait a second. What the hell do you mean? I’m working with Alexis right now on this. Just give me a day @#%$ it.”
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and gave his head an annoyed shake.
“Send Johnny over.”
“Alright…okay…how about in a few hours?”
“Fine.” Jason disconnected the call and peered at the shopping bag.
Whatever was going on between Elizabeth and him…it had to stop now. It didn’t matter that whenever she smiled…he felt like smiling along with her. It didn’t matter that whenever he saw her…he felt like kissing her breathless. It didn’t matter that he opened up to her…talked to her…teased her unlike he had ever done before. It didn’t matter that his heart beat wildly every time she looked at him with those mesmerizing eyes.
It didn’t matter that her presence freed him from his past.
Nothing mattered. He couldn’t let her into his heart. He would only hurt her. This life had no compromises. She deserved better.
****
“I already said I’m sorry Smith. What the hell do you want? Blood?” she hissed angrily, slamming the cup of coffee on his desk.
“Sorry won’t cut it Webber. We have a big case on our hands…and all you can say is sorry? Morgan could be halfway across the world…out of our grasp…we need to work on this.”
“It’s already been proven that he was acting on self-defense. Why is this even an issue then?” she mumbled walking over to her adjacent desk. Zander gaped at her with unbelieving eyes.
“He’s a @#%$ criminal Webber. If he had the chance…he woulda killed that bastard first. Don’t you get it?”
“But he didn’t. That’s the point. Listen…this case is pretty much over. The D.A. is gonna try and prosecute Morgan for something that wasn’t his fault. He’ll be acquitted. Why should I get my panties in a bunch over a solved case?”
“New evidence can come up at anytime Webber. You’ve only been here for a very short time. Don’t tell me what I should be doing. There’s more to this case than you see. And contrary to popular belief…Jason Morgan is no saint.” Zander picked up the phone and started to dial a number…dismissing Elizabeth in the process.
Why did she care?
Jason was leaving tomorrow morning, and then she would have nothing to do with him anymore. She could go back to her research. She had to remember why she came to PC in the first place. To find the man who had destroyed her life.
Rubbing her face with one hand, she sighed softly when images of that morning clouded her thoughts. His hands were so big…so soothing on her body. No one had ever looked at her in that passionate way before. She had never been one to lose control so easily…yet Jason’s mere presence caused her to unravel rather quickly. Everything about him was dangerous…sexy…endearing. She couldn’t ignore the fact that he made her feel comfortable…at ease. She trusted him…for no apparent reason…yet she did, with all of her heart. He made her feel desirable, wanted…something that Ric had stopped doing a long time ago. He was like an addictive rush that she couldn’t get enough of. She wanted to shrug it off as physical attraction, but she couldn’t. Because…there was trust.
Trust.
Something that only formed between two people when their hearts connected. He trusted her and she…
You’re engaged Webber.
Shaking her head at her forbidden thoughts, she pulled open the side drawer of her desk. Pulling out an empty notepad, she picked up a pen. She had nothing yet. No clues…no leads…nothing. The feds never told her anything about Ric’s work or why he was in PC. They had kept their lips sealed, honoring some idiotic FBI vow of silence. They had kept Ric’s condition a secret from the media and hidden him in an expensive institute in Elizabeth’s town.
She had nothing to work off of, except that he was an agent and he was on some big case. Laughing at her situation, Elizabeth put the pen down.
This was hopeless.
Here she was in some strange town trying to find an unknown man. She didn’t even have the basic facts about him. Heck…she didn’t even know that her own fiancé was an agent until the night before he was shot. Who was she kidding? She’d never find the man who shot Ric.
She didn’t even know why she was doing this. It was probably to escape those never-ending feelings of guilt, pain…betrayal.
Would their relationship be over if he hadn’t been shot that day?
Had Ric stopped loving her?
Why had Ric lied about his job?
Why was Ric so distant with her those past few months?
Was Ric marrying her only for the sake of their baby?
There were so many unanswered questions…
It didn’t matter.
Those questions were pointless. Ric was the only one who gave her a real life…a secure and familiar life…and no matter what, she would make that man pay for taking that chance away from them.
He would pay.
“Earth to Webber. Let’s go. The forensics team is here…we need to discuss everything with Mac,” Zander said loudly, snapping his fingers in front of her face. She nodded quickly and followed him out of the room.
Then why did those questions still nag her constantly?
***
“It’s me…” Sonny said softly at the apartment door. He prayed that he was in the right place. The door opened abruptly, revealing a shirtless Jason with a scowl on his face.
“What took you so long?” he asked pushing past Jason, into the small apartment. Jason closed the door behind them and turned to face his boss.
“Why didn’t you just send O’Brien?” he questioned, holding his side when the pain started up again. Sonny was busy inspecting his surroundings.
“Interesting place…” he muttered, studying a sketch of…Jason. The younger man huffed loudly and walked over to the couch.
“How’s the wound?” Sonny asked glancing at his neatly done dressing.
“The bullet grazed me. I’m fine.”
“Listen Jase…Alexis is trying her hardest to prevent this case from going to court…but uh…you know Baldwin…how he is…Can’t you stay out of sight for uh…let’s say one more day?”
“Wha…you’re @#%$ kidding me right? I can’t keep…keep putting her in a position like this. You know that Sonny.” Jason grabbed the drugstore bag off the couch.
“Look…she seems like a great friend…to help ya out like this man. If you make yourself known tonight…before Alexis gets a chance to speak with the higher authorities…Baldwin will have you arrested…Smith was already harassing me about it earlier…come on…one more day Jason?”
“I can’t think about this right now. I gotta use the bathroom…keep any eye out. I’ll be right back,” he answered Sonny as he walked down the hall to the bathroom. Sonny nodded and went back to inspecting the sketch. Every angle of Jason’s face was drawn so accurately…so intimately.
Whoever she was…she obviously knew Jason real well.
The sudden turning of the knob caught Sonny off guard. He jumped slightly and then focused on the door. Someone was trying to get inside. Expertly positioning himself behind the door, Sonny tightened his hands around his gun. He barely used it…but when he did…he never missed.
The old door creaked open slowly. Sonny held his breath, holding the gun up to the door. Counting slowly to five, he narrowed his gaze…and waited.
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