A/N: This is something I was working on for a while then ignored for a while then picked up again. It starts right after the TMK stuff so it deals with finishing off that story line and then goes on from there. Depending on the response to this, I'm working on a sequel in my head that I may start. This story is already completed but I think I'm just going to upload one chapter a day until its all up. Uhm... I'm really bad at Spinelli's voice, sorry. I tried to stay as true to character as possible, enjoy!

I don't own anything... unfortunately.

Viva Liason!

Giving In

"Elizabeth," he said barely above a whisper into the phone.

"Jason? How are you? Are your hands--," she began here eyes welling with unshed tears.

"My hands aren't completely healed yet, but they're fine. You're on speakerphone,"

"Oh," she said, her disappointment obvious.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing…" he said trailing off knowing it wasn't the real, or well only, reason he was calling.

All he could think about was Elizabeth and the boys. He missed them, missed her stories, her eyes, her feel—and it had only been a few days. At times he wondered how he could go on living this half-life on the outskirts of the family he ached to call his own. Jake had gone nearly a year of his life without knowing his father and it pained Jason much worse than his hands to think that his son would grow up without truly knowing who he was. Then there was Cameron who needed love and stability, something Lucky had never truly been able to give the little boy, to grow into an honorable man. Jason couldn't think of his own son without wanting to be a father to Elizabeth's other little boy. However, the characteristically quiet and chivalrous enforcer wasn't going to push; and more than anything he wanted her to come to him, to want him as much as he wanted her.

"I'm fine, I miss you so much. I'm sorry, this sounds so selfish you're there regaining the use of your hands and all I can think about is how much I wish you were here, with me."

"You don't have to apologize, I miss you too,"

"I just feel like I'm going through the motions: waking up, making the kids breakfast, taking them to daycare, going to work, picking them up, making dinner, and all the while I'm slowly unraveling. I need you," she said feeling guilty as she continued to take from Jason. She took his support, his love, his son, without giving anything back. "They need you too," she said, it was barely a whisper, more to herself than to him.

"What was that?" he said hoping he'd heard her correctly. She sighed heavily before beginning.

"I've been thinking a lot lately about the support and stability you give me, and my boys need that. Cameron has had no continuity, no authority in his life, that's why he slams doors and played with matches and while Jake is too young now to understand any change, soon he won't be. They need you,"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm tired of living my life in fear. I want to be with you. I want my boys to know you. I've done horrible things; I've lied, I've kept your son from you, and why--,"

"My life is too dangerous," he responded cutting her off.

"And yet, the safest I've ever felt is in your arms. I trust you to keep me and the boys safe."

"Are you sure?"

"Finally, I feel like I'm making the right decision. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. You don't sound happy though, is this what you want?"

"I've wanted this for longer than you can imagine. I just want you to be sure. It would hurt too much to lose you again. When we do this, it'll be for good. I won't let go again."

"I don't want you to ever let go," she whispered.



"Ok,"

"Ok," she repeated.

"I'm going to have to put guards on you and the boys, and security cameras around your house."

"I understand."

"When your comfortable, I want you to move in with me," he took a deep breath. "Our family has been separated for too long."

"Ok," she said smiling to herself.

"Also, I'm going to ask Diane to look into having Jake's birth certificate rewritten and custody dealt with. I also want her to write up adoption papers for Cam, but I may be getting ahead of myself," he said excited to share the plan he'd been over and over in his mind.

"Mhmm," she said the tears beginning to spill.

"Are you ok?" he said concerned.

"No, I'm just—you want to adopt Cam?"

"Of course, I know Cameron thinks of Lucky as his dad and I don't want to confuse him, but I want to help you raise him, I want him to think of me as his dad and if anything happens I don't want there to be any confusion as to how I want things handled."

"I don't know what to say," she said lifting herself off the bed as she heard Jake cry.

"I'm going to send Max over to have a look around your house tomorrow if that's okay."

"That's fine," she said cradling the phone while picking up Jake. Jason could hear him cooing and giggling as she played with his fingers.

"Is that Jake?" he asked leaning into the phone base.

"Yes, he just woke up from his nap and he's hungry."

"Well I should go—," he began.

"No, no. I just need to make a bottle, then we can talk while I feed him. I can put you on speaker phone so he can get to know your voice."

"That's okay," he said smiling. "I have some physical therapy I'm late for and he'll get to know me soon enough."

"Ok, well I love you. Focus on getting better and come home to us healthy and whole,"

"I love you too, and Elizabeth?"

"Yes,"

"I come back in a week. Sonny will probably have Max or Milo pick me up. I- uh- well, I was wondering if you- uh…" he said trailing off again.

"Oh, Jason. I'll be there, but one of these days you'll have to learn how to express what you want."

"Goodbye Elizabeth, and thank you."

"Don't thank me for this, I took so long…goodbye," she said hanging up the phone.



She stood there for a moment staring down at the baby who was quickly beginning to look more and more like his father. She chuckled to herself, its good we're doing this; it's not as if it would remain a secret much longer.

The week seemed to go by both slowly and lightening fast at times as can be expected when racing after small children. It was a Sunday night when Elizabeth was dropping Cameron off with Audrey and slipping back into the SUV waving at her concerned grandmother.

"So max, what are the plans for my house?" she asked at a loss of what to talk about with the bodyguard.

"I'd rather talk that over with Jason first Ms. Webber."

"Well that makes sense, I suppose. And please, call me Elizabeth," she said turning to look out of the window suddenly feeling small and out of place in this world of tinted windows, locked doors and secret conversations. She absent mindedly placed her hand in her young sons car seat.

"By the way, thanks for the brownies and pizza. It'll be nice having you around, Mrs. C isn't a great cook."

"Well I have to admit I can't make much more than brownies and the pizza was just leftovers."

"That's good enough for me and most of the guys." He said smiling. "Jake's been pretty quiet."

"Yea, he's a really good baby. Very quiet, reserved, stoic even. I'm sure he get's that from his father," she said, and the uneasiness descended. Neither of them were sure how much the other knew. Elizabeth took a deep breath and continued.

"Jason is always so quiet about what he wants but you can tell, in his eyes. Jake is the same way." Max smiled knowing it was a big step for her to talk openly about Jake as Jason's son.

"We'll just have to make sure the slugger hangs around more expressive male role models," he joked winking at her. They continued the light conversation and jokes as Max turned onto the tar mat. Elizabeth picked up Jake and stood outside of the truck as the doors opened on the Jet and the stairs descended. When she saw Jason she could barely contain her giddiness. There were butterflies in her stomach, but good ones. They were the butterflies you get when coming home after a long trip, and for Elizabeth, seeing Jason and being sure of their future together was coming home.

"Hey," he said coming to stand in front of her.

"Hey," she said. "I brought someone who's been dying to see you," she finished lifting the boy into his father's arms.

"Hey, Jake. I've missed you so much, but I promise to be around now, forever," he said bouncing the boy who didn't cry for fear of a strangers touch. He merely smiled and yawned as if he'd known all along this man was his father.

When they got back to Elizabeth's house it was late, she decided it was better to leave Cameron with her Grams rather than wake him. Jason walked her to the door carrying a sleeping Jake in his car seat. As they placed the child in his crib Elizabeth looked up studying Jason's tenderness with his son, their son. As Jason turned to leave two words escaped her mouth.

"Stay here," for a moment she thought he hadn't heard her words and was going to make her say it again but he simply nodded and pulled out his cell phone.

"Max, you can go."



With that Elizabeth took his hands and led him to her room. She pushed him to sit on the bed before capturing his lips in a frenzied kiss while pulling up his shirt. He went to stop her, tugging on her blouse and standing up but she stepped back from him.

"Jason I understand that you need to be in control, but you just got back from an intense surgery and physical therapy regimen because you were saving my life—again. Let me do this for you." She said smiling taking a step towards him. "Besides, I've never been on top," she whispered into his ear. Jason sighed heavily, obviously displeased but didn't stop her as she pulled up his shirt.