A/N: What the devil? Me? Again? Yes, it is true. I finally did get my internet back so I will be updating my stories a hell of a lot faster. So here's this one: it's taking place about maybe a week after the whole "disowning" thing happened. Everything up to that point has happened, (alcazar, sam, etc.) except for Baldwin is still there just cuz he's fun to hate. though I'm not sure about the time line of it, I'm just going to say its happening after carson is living together for Michael so they're not "together". So saddle up, here it is!

Disclaimer: Curse you legalities! (shakes fist in the air). Not mine….

"You're chasin the ghost of a good thing. Haunting yourself as the real thing. It's getting away from you again. But you're chasin ghosts..."

Ch. 1 For You To Notice

He quickly maneuvered his way through the bustling building. Eager to reach his target and get more than just an idea of what was going on. The weighted briefcase stayed attached to his hand. As always filled with various papers and documents that could and usually did help these situations.

But it wasn't just the documents or his knowledge of the corrupted history that the department didn't want to resurface that came to his clients rescue. He knew what they all knew. Justus Ward was a damn good lawyer.

Eyeing his destination, he prepared himself for whatever it was that would come. Spotting the young Officer Spencer outside one of the interrogation rooms, he made the assumption that was where he was needed and approached the young man.

"In there?" he asked Lucky who nodded in response.

"Your expertise is definitely needed for this one."

Justus gave him a light pat on the shoulder in thanks before opening the door and closing it behind him

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The day was coming to an end, and the night was just beginning its reign over the city. Carly Corinthos sat on the couch with a bowl of fresh popcorn in her lap and bottle of soda on the table. She was waiting for her oldest son to decide on what movie they would be watching. While she waited, she poured both of them a generous amount of the carbonated beverage in the glasses they had sitting out and thought with a smile how upset his father would be if saw what they were doing. No worries, Sonny was off on "business" and wouldn't be back anytime soon.

"What is taking that boy so long?" she asked out loud.

She decided to see if there was anything on the television that could interest her for the time it would take Michael to make up his mind. Just her luck, the only program that appeared the slightest bit interesting was quickly interrupted by a news bulletin.

"Breaking News…Assistant District Attorney Ric Lansing was found murdered inside his apartment just minutes ago…."

Carly let a smirk appear on her face at the news. She lifted the glass of soda to her lips.

"About time." she murmured behind the cup before letting the liquid pass her lips.

"A neighbor in the building called police reporting that they heard a gunshot. When the officers arrived the suspect was still at the scene and immediately taken into custody. This was the scene just moments ago when local resident Courtney Morgan was apprehended by police."

The liquid she'd been drinking spewed from her mouth at the words. She looked at the screen to see footage of her sister in law being led in handcuffs through a crowd of photographers, reports, and plain old spectators that gathered outside the building.

"Holy Sh-" Carly put her hand over her mouth to stop herself, barely remembering the little ears that could be in earshot. She picked up the phone and dialed Sonny's number.

"Damn it." she whispered angrily hanging up just as Michael came down the stairs.

"I picked one. What are you watching?" his mother immediately grabbed the remote and turned off the box before he could see anything.

"Nothing." she answered quickly. "Sorry, Mister Man, change of plans. Mommy has to go out for a little bit. Leticia!"

The young nanny came rushing down the stairs at the sound of her name.

"What is it, Mrs. Corinthos? I just put Morgan to sleep."

"I have to go out. Keep an eye on the boys. No TV, or radio, or any type of news. Understand?" she rambled on her way out the door.

"Yes, but what's wrong?" she asked worried.

" I just, I have to go. I'll be back as soon as I can."

A/N: again with the legal issues. Song Credit is Dashboard Confessional's Ghost of a Good Thing