Okay. This came to me this morning. I don't really know where exactly it's going, but I wanted to start something with a meaty story to it. I hope it turns out the way I want it to. LOL. Let me know what you think.

Enjoy.

Elizabeth silently walked into the PCPD, her wrists bound by handcuffs, her head held high. Mac was behind her, guiding her into the interrogation room, Jason immediately on their heels.

Mac pulled the metal chair out for Elizabeth to sit down on, pushing it in after she sat down. Her eyes looked straight ahead, not really focusing on anything. Jason walked in and walked straight over to her, squatting down next to her chair, looking up at her as he held on to her clasped hands.

"It's okay, Elizabeth. I'm here."

She blinked and looked down at him, tears suddenly filling her eyes as she realized what was happening.

"Jason," she whispered softly, her voice shaking, the fear reflected clearly in it. Her fingers moved to entertwine with his and squeezed tightly, needing the contact.

Mac watched as the notorious enforcer of Port Charles spoke tenderly to his wife. As much as he knew of Jason's "business," he also could never deny the love the man had for Elizabeth. It was written all over his face. While some would think it a weakness, especially in the profession Jason was in, Mac saw it as a testimate to who the man really was.

He cleared his throat, causing the couple to tear their eyes from each other and look up at him. Giving them a look that told them both that he was less than thrilled about what he had to do, it still had to be done. He sat down across from her, opening a file. He then looked up at her, folding his hands in front of him.

"Elizabeth, I know this is difficult. We're just trying to get to the truth-"

"The truth is she didn't do it, Mac."

Mac looked sharply at the younger man.

"Mr. Morgan, I am breaking the rules even letting you in this room with us. I suggest you stay quiet while I ask her my questions, or I will have you cuffed right along with her."

He understood Jason's need to protect Elizabeth, but not at the expense of Mac doing his job correctly.

Elizabeth squeezed Jason's hand, causing the man to break his scowl at the Police Commissioner. Once his eyes met hers again, the ice cold stare he wore melted away, revealing the tenderness and love he couldn't help but show for this woman.

"Jason, it's okay. I'll be okay. Let me answer Mac's questions."

Jason took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Without letting go over her hand he turned around, and with his other hand, brought a chair over, sitting down right next to her. Their hands were intertwined, showing Mac and anyone else in the vicinity that they were a united front.

Mac nodded at both of them before continuing.

"Okay, Elizabeth. Can you tell me where you were the night Claudia Zacchara was killed?"