"Why did you need to see me Ric?" Elizabeth Webber, soon to be Morgan, asked.
"Do you know where Jason is?" Ric asked sitting down at the interrogation room table. Elizabeth put a hand protectively on her six-month pregnant stomach and sat down across from him.
"He had to work a bit late tonight for Sonny. He's been doing that a lot lately. He works so hard." She answered smiling proudly.
"Hmm." Ric said non-comittingly, "Well, anyway, I think there is something you need you need to see." He said briskly, flicking on a small t.v. "We thought there was some illegal stuff going on with Samantha McCall so we out her room at Kelly's under surveillance."
"Ok." Elizabeth said slowly, not quite following.
"Watch," Ric requested, gesturing to the t.v. "This is live by the way." Elizabeth turned her gaze to the screen. Sam was lying on her stomach across her bad at Kelly's with her jean clad legs in the air and was bopping her head to some music in her iPod.
"What am I looking at?" Elizabeth asked.
"Just keep watching." Ric instructed. Elizabeth continued to look at the screen. Then she gasped. Jason came into view and lay on top of Sam's back.

"Hi," Sam smiled turning her head to the right, trying to look at him.
"Hi." He replied kissing the back of her neck softly. Three weeks ago had been their 'final' night together before he was supposed to get married to Liz on the fourth of March. It was the second of February the first time that they had had their final night together. He and Liz were getting married in a week and a half, and this was his and Sam's sixth final time. He loved Sam and every time he tired not to see her, they ran into each other. Finally they just didn't care anymore. They slept together that first time and found that no matter how hard they tried they couldn't resist each other. They didn't want to hurt anybody, but they were in love. Jason just kept praying that he could eventually fall in love with Elizabeth, and that if he tried hard enough, he could get Sam out of his system. Ha, yeah. That wasn't likely going to happen. She was like freaking Pringles. Just one wasn't enough, though in her case, just one TIME was not enough. However, both her and Sam agreed once he was married, no more. No matter what, they would stay apart. They had to. Sam had even offered to move, but Jason had flat out refused to let her, pointing out that Port Charles was her home now too.
"Hey," Sam said turning over onto her back underneath him, "I love you." He captured her lips in his own and positioned himself so he didn't crush her petite frame. He pulled away and looked into her mocha eyes, "I love you too."

Elizabeth felt like she couldn't breathe as she watched them kissing on the bed. How long had this been going on? She watched as Jason slowly kissed down Sam's body, stopping every now and then to leave a distinct mark in a discreet place. It was like watching a car crash; she couldn't force herself to look away.
"Elizabeth." Ric said going to turn off the television. She held up a hand to stop him, "I need to see this." She said quietly.

Sam gasped as Jason's tongue flicked her belly button He peered up at he with intense blue eyes that were glazed with a mixture of amusement and desire.
"Where do you want me to leave a mark?" he asked. She thought for a moment, before putting pointing to her heart. He smiled and crawled up and laid down next to her on his side. She turned towards him and sighed as he dipped his head to where her heart was beating erratically. She played with the hair at the nape of his neck as his hot tongue drew intricate designs on her soft skin. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of him, for she wouldn't be able to have it for much longer. At that thought she arched her back, desperate to be closer to him. He stopped sucking on her skin and admired his handy work. Slowly, she brought his lips back to hers in a bittersweet kiss. He pulled back when he felt her hot tears on his cheek.
"What's wrong?" he asked tucking a piece of her dark hair behind her hair.
"I love you." She whispered, "I don't want to lose you." He leaned back and stared down at her, as if memorizing her face.
"I will always love you." He reassured, "Just because we can't be together anymore doesn't mean I won't protect you. I will always be here when you need me. No matter what."
"Promise?" she asked unconsciously pouting.
"I promise." He said kissing her softly again. Deepening the kiss, Sam rolled so that she was straddling Jason.

That was the last thing Elizabeth would allow herself to see. She slammed open the door of the penthouse in a fit of rage. That WHORE! How dare she? A million obscenities rushed through her head in a ten second time frame.
"What's wrong princess?" a voice asked from the couch. Elizabeth turned to see Carly sitting quite comfortably, as if she lived there. And she was leering at her.
"Get out!" Elizabeth snapped, throwing her bag onto Jason's desk.
"What's wrong? Miss your 'Liz is a saint' quota for the month?"
"Get out." Elizabeth yelled.
"No!" Carly said just as loudly, standing up, "I'm here to see Jason, who happens to live here, and pay for this place. You don't get to give me orders you lying two faced bitch."
"Well, he's not here, as you can see, now get out!" Elizabeth demanded angrily. Carly flopped back onto the couch. "No." she said breezily. "I'm going to stay as long as I like and do whatever I like, and if you have a problem with that, then that's just too damn bad."
"Carly! I'm warning you…" she was cut off as the door to the penthouse opened.
"What's going on here?" Jason asked, throwing down his keys. Elizabeth turned to him and her fury flared.
"I just wanted to know if you've seen Sam." Carly asked, standing and turning off the television, "I've been trying to call her for the last two hours and I've gotten no answer."
"Try her again. I just left her on the pier."
"Ok, thanks. Are the six of us still on for Kelly's in about an hour?" she asked.
"I thought it was just five of us." Jason said looking at her sharply.
"Yes, well. Sam is bringing Lucky."
"What?" Elizabeth and Jason asked at the same time.
"Oh, relax. It's not like a date. There will be six of us. In pajamas. At Kelly's. Not exactly dinner in Paris." Carly said with a wave of her hand. "Besides. Sam would have been a fifth wheel if she hadn't invited Lucky." She hugged Jason and ignored Elizabeth.
"See you in an hour." She said leaving. As soon as the door closed, Elizabeth turned on Jason. "Where were you?" she asked, hands on her hips.
"Working." He answered not looking at her, but rummaging through a drawer at his desk.
"Was it good?" she asked tapping her foot.
"What?" he asked looking up in surprise and guilt.
"Work. Was it good?" she repeated.
"It was fine. Why?" he asked.
"No reason. So, it was just fine? Not great? Not…fantastic?"
"Are you ok?"
"Oh, I'm fine…just like your work. Just fine. I'm going to go change." She said heading up the stairs.
"Ok." He said sitting in the chair at his desk. He sighed when she disappeared around the corner, and leaned back. Taking a glance at the staircase to make sure she wasn't there he opened another drawer and pulled out a picture of him and Sam.

Elizabeth watched as Jason took out the picture and stared at it, lost in his memories of….her. Bitch. She's take care of her when the time came.