Greeting! So I am new here, but not new to Liason Fanfic. I used to write under the name TheJavaGirls a very - very long time ago. Through a few computer crashes and upgrades I changed my screen name. I have been lurking here, and want to say I love the atmosphere. Hope you all enjoy!

Prologue

How in the world did she get herself into these situations? Who in hell did she think she was, Veronica freaking Marrs? Snooping into other people's personal information, when in reality she should be concentrating on mid-terms. What she need was an electronic intervention.

Staring at her computer screen, wishing the words would just fade away, Elizabeth felt her mouth go dry. Her untouched chocolate lover's latte sat on the table untouched and nothing in this world could make her choke it down.

A chill went down her spine as her stomach did a unnatural flip flop. Whatever sick-o sent this message was within a hundred feet of where she sat. There was no doubt in her mind if the person who'd sent the information had an inkling she had intercepted their plans she would be in deep doo-doo.

Rubbing her sweaty palms on her snow dampened jeans, Elizabeth licked her dry lips and tried to discreetly snap her laptop closed. Shifting her eyes to scan the small café she wished she'd never stopped at, she studied each patron's face.

Four males and three females. And at noon, it was overly shocking to see six out of seven were using their phones. From her position she could see there were at least another handful of people out in the courtyard. Then she couldn't forget that the person who'd sent the message could've been passing by.

Crap. Double crap. There she went again, getting all CSI. If she were smart she'd knock back the latte, leave a tip and get the hell out of dodge. She had hours of studying to do. That's what she should be concentrating on. It was the only reason she had come here in the first place. To get away from the insanity of the student body on the Port Charles University campus.

Running a hand through her hair, Elizabeth took a deep breath. She needed to get back to campus and to her room. With any luck her roommate wouldn't be there. Perhaps with a miracle, she would be hit with a moment of clarity.

Pushing back from the table, the chairs legs making more noise than she wanted. With shaky hands, she placed her laptop, her tool of self destruction back into it's case. Trying not to attract too much attention she made her way to the door.

Her mind was moving in hyper speed and nearly jumped out of her skin when a hand wrapped around her arm. "Forget something?"

Turning around, Elizabeth wondered what in the hell she'd done to piss karma off. Standing not even a foot away, was Jason Morgan, town mobster and bad boy. Her jacket was gripped in his hand, hanging at his side.

Perhaps his appearance was a sign. It was her chance to share what she'd stumbled upon, so she could go back to her dorm room and forget this day had ever happened. Or, that tiny voice of reason frantically whispered inside her head, you could share the information you illegally acquired. Making Jason Freaking Morgan and his powerful 'boss' Sonny Corinthos suspicious of her and making her life expectancy all that much shorter.

"I -." Breathing had become an issue. So had the ability to speak. "Ah-yeah."

Reaching out to take the jacket from his hand, Elizabeth gave a weak smile. "Thanks."

"Stone Cold." A younger man appeared, his disheveled appearance seemed familiar. But at that moment Elizabeth wasn't sure she'd recognize her own mother, seeing how unsettled she was. "Black coffee, straight up. Who is your new friend?"

Friend. Elizabeth wanted to giggle at the insanity of the moment. "Thanks again." Raising the jacket she spun quickly on her heel and had to stop herself from running to the door. As the chill of the late November air hit her face, Elizabeth hurried through the falling snow, knowing she didn't have long to figure out what she was going to do.

Jason watched as the skittish young woman hurried out the door, unable to shake the gut feeling that something significant had just occurred. The moment her large, midnight blue eyes looked up at him he could see the second she recognized him. Not that he wasn't used to people knowing him on sight, thanks to the rag the town called a Newspaper. But there was something more. Almost like she had a reason to be scared of him.

"She was a very beautiful maiden. Snow white skin. Lush red lips -."

"Do you ever shut up?" Taking a coffee cup from Spinelli's hand, Jason took a drink and immediately choked.

"My deepest apologies." Quick to switch the coffee's, Spinelli looked deeply appalled. "That was my magical blend."

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Jason frowned. "What in the hell was that crap?"

"Large mocha chip, banana coffee with skim milk and extra sugar."

The young woman momentarily forgotten, Jason sniffed the replaced cup before taking a sip. With one last shake of his head he turned to leave, knowing Spinelli, his personal shadow wouldn't be far behind.

"Did you get in touch with Sonny?"

"Yes." Nodding his head, the younger man shivered as the cold weather nipped at his skin. It amazed him how the unbearable weather never seemed to bother his amazing mentor. "Though, he did sound particularly upset."

"Why?" Frowning, Jason looked over his shoulder. It was never a good thing when Sonny was annoyed.

"I got the feeling he and the Fearsome One were fighting."

Jason shook his head, knowing no matter how hard he tried to stay out of Sonny and Carly's issues, they somehow always pulled him in. Like he didn't have enough to be concerned about already. A possible leak in the organization, delivery 'issues' at the warehouse, and Sam. His hands were full and the last thing he wanted to deal with was his friends implosive marriage. The best path was to just stay out of it.

"Is he ready to set the plan in motion?" Stopping at the landing of the pier, Jason took another long sip of his cooling drink.

Nodding, Spinelli visibly shivered. "Mr. Sir said to meet him at nine."

"Good." Nodding, Jason hated what they would need to do that night, but there was no other way. "And you got what you need?"

"Got it this morning."

"Then I guess we just need to wait."