Private Eyes

By: DramaPrincess87

Summary: Elizabeth Webber is one of Port Charles's best detectives. Too bad nobody knows. Jason Morgan is her biggest competition, and her biggest weakness. What happens when these two detectives collide?

01

Elizabeth cracked her back once, twice. As she looked around the office, she felt her lip curl slightly. The office looked like crap. The walls were a dingy faded white that looked like it hadn't been washed in twenty years. The wood floors were scratched, years of use showing in the faded veneer. She stared at the plant in the corner and willed it to stop dying.

"Dammit."

Apparently she didn't have the gift of gardening.

What she was good at was spying. Smiling, she leaned back in her chair and rested her hands behind her head. She was one of Port Charles' top detectives, hired by everyone from wives of philandering husbands to the concerned parents of rebellious teenagers to corporate bigwigs desperate to know what the competition was up to.

She was so damn good that nobody knew about her.

Elizabeth was the best kept secret of Port Charles. She hid in the office, and let her partner Lucky Spencer get all the glory. Lucky was the front of their little operation, and Elizabeth was the brains. They had both learned from the best, Lucky's own father, Luke Spencer. Luke was a con artist extraordinaire and made sure to teach his son and his little best friend Lizzie all the tricks of the trade. Since then, they had been fascinated by watching people.

It was Luke who came up with the brilliant idea of keeping Elizabeth out of the public eye.

"You need a secret weapon, a gorgeous dame behind the scenes."

For Luke, it had been his wife Laura. His words still resonated in her mind every time she had to smile sweetly at the lowlifes and desperate people who frequented their office.

After all, people expected the secretary to be cordial. And nobody would expect the vacant eyed sweet brunette sitting filing her nails to be one of the best P.I.s in the business.

Elizabeth was startled out of her reverie by the ringing of the phone. Sitting forward, she picked up the receiver and tilted her head to the side. "Hello, Spencer Investigations. How may I help you?"

The female voice on the other end crackled due to the bad connection. "Hello. I need an appointment. This needs to be discreet."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. 'When wasn't it discreet?' She pulled the planner towards her and flipped through the pages. "Of course." She looked for a free spot and discovered a vacancy the next day. "Mr. Spencer is available tomorrow around 4:30 PM. Would this be okay?"

"Fine." The voice was short and curt.

Elizabeth felt her lip curl in distaste at the rudeness of the caller. "Whom should I tell Mr. Spencer is arriving?"

"Samantha McCall."

"Okay Ms. McCall, Mr. Spencer will be expecting you then. Good day."

Once the rude caller had hung up, Elizabeth pushed herself from the desk and stood. Smoothing the dark blue material of her skirt, she walked to Lucky's office and leaned against the doorframe.

"Hey Boss." Her voice was sarcastic, as she watched Lucky play Solitaire on his computer. Lucky sat up and looked at her guiltily as he exited the program.

"Sorry, I've just hit a wall and I was hoping this could distract me enough so I could concentrate."

Elizabeth frowned and walked behind Lucky's desk to look over the folder that lay open on its surface. "Hmm… seems that she managed to board a plane for Florida." She bit her bottom lip absentmindedly as she racked her brain. "Hey, isn't Dillon down there right now?"

Lucky nodded, his hands flipping through the pages of a client testimony. "Yeah, he's tracking down a philandering husband for some rich wife."

"Well, he owes us a favor for helping him out with that case two months ago. Why don't you call him and see if he can keep an eye out for Jones for us?"

Lucky smiled up at her and picked up her hand. Raising it to his lips, he placed a brief kiss on its surface before grabbing for the phone. "Dollface, you're a genius."

Elizabeth smirked at her best friend and gave him a brief smack against the shoulder. "Aw, that means a lot coming from such a wise ass as yourself." As she began to walk towards her desk, she turned back. "By the way, you have an appointment tomorrow with a Ms. McCall."

Lucky looked up, his eyes bright. "Did she sound cute?"

"She sounded like an evil hag."

Lucky frowned. "Dammit. Oh well." He sighed and then smiled as the phone connected. "Dillon? Hey it's Lucky. Listen, I had a proposition for you…" The conversation became muted to her ears as she re-situated herself behind her desk. Picking up the thick tortoise-shell glasses that lay on her desk, she fixed them on her face. They were fake of course, there only to keep her charade of being a mousy secretary alive. The glasses, combined with her severe bun and prim clothing kept anyone from giving her a second glance. Sitting back, she took out the nail file. As she began to file her nails absentmindedly, she fixed her eyes on their latest case and began to re-familiarize herself with the facts.

Two weeks ago, one Roy Di Lucca had called asking for an appointment. When he arrived, he seemed nervous and sweaty. It appeared that his girlfriend Felicia Jones had suffered from a blow to the head and was now suffering from a case of amnesia. He wanted to know who had done it and why.

So, armed with the facts, Lucky had begun to do initial reconnaissance. Background checks, known enemies, etc etc. Once that was completed, it was time for her to step in and do what she did best. Of course, she had managed to be so tied up with their previous case that she had told Lucky to handle it on his own. And now they were up shit creek without a paddle.

Felicia had skipped town, still apparently without her memory, and Di Lucca was getting more irate without knowing who had perpetuated this seemingly unprovoked attack.

As Elizabeth read through the case file, she felt her eyes rest upon something quite curious. Getting up, she walked into Lucky's office and motioned for him. He placed his hand over the receiver and looked over at her.

"What is it Elizabeth?"

"Hey, did Felicia ever go to a doctor to confirm her amnesia?"

Lucky's forehead creased as he looked at his pad of notes. "No. Di Lucca didn't want the risk of exposure."

"I think she's faking it."

Lucky's eyebrows rose. "What?"

Elizabeth crossed her arms and tilted her head towards the phone. "Tell Dillon that I think she's faking it. Look for her to maybe in the company of an older gentleman, about 55 years old, with graying hair and green eyes."

"John Costono? Di Lucca's mentor?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Look at the file. Felicia wasn't acting weird only after her supposed amnesia. She accidentally met Costono three months prior during a business meeting. Di Lucca said offhand that she seemed a little out of it right around that time. I'd bet you anything that she decided to move up in the ranks and wanted to keep a war from happening. So she faked amnesia and split town with Costono, hoping that Di Lucca would be none the wiser."

Lucky's mouth gaped open as he stared at her. "Damn you're good."

Elizabeth smiled. "I know. Now tell Dillon."

"Dillon? This is Lucky again. Listen, look for her to be in the company of John Costono. Plus, it's a possibility that she's faking the amnesia. See if you can't prove it…"

Once again, Elizabeth sat behind her desk and grinned, satisfaction written all over her face. She was good.

As the door opened and the bell jingled, Elizabeth put her happy secretary face on. Once the person entered the room however, she inhaled ever so slightly and felt her nails bite into her hands as she clenched them into fists.

'Oh fuck.' Why did it have to be him?

Jason Morgan, one of the finest individuals she had ever seen with her own eyes. Gorgeous, tall, blond hair, blue eyes… too bad he also had one of the cockiest attitudes to match.

"Hello Miss Webber." His voice was like suede, running over her and raising goose bumps on her skin. "Is Spencer in?"

Her smile felt forced, as she ran her eyes down his form. 'Oh FUCK. Why does he have to wear the jacket?' That leather jacket that fit him so well, probably worn and soft to the touch… she collected her thoughts and gave him her customary greeting.

"Hello Mr. Morgan, Mr. Spencer is currently on the phone. Would you mind waiting for a moment?"

Jason's eyes glittered at her as he sat. "Of course not Ms. Webber. And remember, it's Jason."

Elizabeth's hands tightened as she smiled falsely at him. "No problem Mr. Morgan."

Jason Morgan was not only one of the cockiest S.O.B.'s in the world; he was also their biggest competition. Jason Morgan, P.I. gathered the greatest amount of business in Port Charles. He was well-known, and he was good. He was damn good.

However, he wasn't as good as Elizabeth. Because if he had been, he would have figured out that the mousy mild-mannered secretary was actually a fiery, ass-kicking detective. And while she was unbelievably attracted to him, she still felt annoyed and pissed off by his cavalier and dismissive attitude.

Lucky stuck his head out of his office and looked at Jason, his eyebrows rising slightly. "Morgan… to what great pleasure do I owe this visit?"

Jason rose from his seat and sneered at Lucky slightly. "Aw Spencer… you're not happy to see me? And here I thought that we were the bestest of friends. I have a friendship bracelet made for you and everything."

Elizabeth kept her eyes glued to the screen of her computer, studiously ignoring the two men as she listened in on their conversation and typed absentmindedly.

"Morgan, don't try to snowball me. What the hell do you want?"

Jason reached into his back pocket and pulled out the Port Charles Gazette. Throwing it, he smiled as Lucky caught it in his hand.

"I just wanted to make sure you had a copy of my photo in the paper, congratulating me on a job well done in tracking down Alison Barrington's erstwhile fiancé. I thought you'd want to frame it as a reminder on why you shouldn't even both keeping your office open."

Lucky smiled sweetly at Jason as he tossed the paper into the trash. "Why thanks Morgan. It looks so nice in my trash can." Becoming serious, Lucky frowned and stepped forward. "Now please vacate the premises."

Jason held up his hands and smirked, backing towards the door. "No need to get rude Spencer. I was just leaving." Turning to go, he turned back and winked towards Elizabeth. "Good-bye Ms. Webber."

Elizabeth didn't even look away from the computer as she nodded. "Good-bye Mr. Morgan."

Once the door had shut and his footsteps had faded, Elizabeth stood up from her desk and threw her glasses down on the surface. "God he pisses me off!"

Lucky nodded as he leaned against the doorframe. "Yeah I know." Looking over, he smirked at her. "Now stop drooling."

Elizabeth threw a pencil at him as he laughed and darted into the office. "Screw you Lucky." Her eyes glowered towards their frosted paned door as her mind wandered.

She'd teach that pompous jackass a lesson one day. No matter what.