Rated: M

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just like to write about them

Pairing: JaSam

Summary: They were the last of a dying breed. They were Dark Warriors whose allegiance to each other was absolute. Their one mission, protect the helpless. So what happens when the son of one of their own is kidnapped? Samantha McCall & Jason Morgan share a past. One that he doesn't remember. One she struggled to forget. After ten years, they will have to face each other and the common threat to their child. Will they bring their son home? Can they find love again?


Prologue

Lorenzo Alcazar set the four copies of the file in front of each chair in the conference room while he waited for the others to join him. Intact was his baby. A security firm that specialized in just about everything, bodyguards, search and rescue, investigations. There wasn't a case his men couldn't handle.

He recruited from all organizations; the military and special forces, law enforcement, college campuses and even criminals. If they had the skills he required and were willing to take the oath, they were invited to join. After a six-month initiation period, if they made the cut they were stamped.

Lorenzo thought of the band around his arm that everyone who worked for Intact had. Its message was simple. Honor. Fidelity. Courage. Wisdom.

Most of the men chose to go the route of the others, and get the band tattooed in Latin. There were others who went a different route. But the words and their meaning remained the same. You covered your brothers' ass and no man left behind.

When Justus Ward called him last week and asked if he would be willing to take on another case, he hadn't expected so many complications. So he called in his best.

The door to the room swung open and the best walked in.

Sonny Corinthos, or the Player, as he was called. Sonny headed the mission, he was the contact person and the client spoke to directly. Sonny could be a hard ass, which came from his years as a mob leader in Port Charles, New York. He sold out the life after his wife, Lily, was killed in a car explosion that was meant for him. He put clients at ease with a smile, or put fear into enemies with a cold stare.

Sonny nodded in his direction, and then went back speaking to his brother. Ric Lansing, the Thief, as everyone called him. Ric was a genius, there wasn't a computer he couldn't hack his way into, a lock he couldn't pick, and a woman he couldn't charm. Ric had the same charisma as his older brother, but a softer smile that the women couldn't resist. "Hey Lo. Where is everyone else?"

"They'll be here." Lorenzo leaned forward in his chair and folded his hands on top of the table. His assistant, Liz Webber, brought in a coffee service and passed him a message. Without looking, he folded the paper and stuck it in his jacket pocket. He would deal with it after the meeting.

"Liz, I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you." Ric rose and helped her push the cart against the wall. He grabbed a cup and poured himself a cup of coffee, raised the cup in his brother's direction. When Sonny assented, he poured another.

"And you said that the last time you saw me." Liz smiled because she knew that Ric's flirting was innocent. Lorenzo didn't tolerate relationships in the office.

Just as she was leaving, Nikolas Cassadine entered. The shadow. Nik's specialty was demolitions. He was quiet and very formal, which is how he earned his moniker, but he was also the best. There wasn't a bomb he couldn't make or disarm. He held the door open for Liz, and then went to an empty chair. "Good Afternoon Mr. Alcazar." Nik was the only one who called him Mr. Alcazar. Lorenzo shook his head, Nik was young. Hopefully he would grow out of it.

"So is this everyone?" Sonny took a drink from his cup and set it back on the table.

"Just Hunter."

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Jason Morgan passed Liz in the hall on the way to the meeting. He was still tired; he only got in from Madrid, Spain this morning. The jet lag and the still healing bullet wound in his shoulder and thigh was starting to kick his ass, but he had accomplished his mission. Lorenzo told him to come into the office when he'd called to check in, so he had crawled out of the bed, pulled on the black long sleeved T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and boots. He climbed on the back of his motorcycle and headed into the city.

He pushed open the door, noticed the other three men at the table, and nodded briefly. This was his team. If he wasn't working alone, they were the only men he could count on. It wasn't that he didn't trust the other people here at Intact. These three men were his friends. If a cold-blooded bastard had friends. They knew his history and they accepted him without question.

"Sorry I'm late," he sat next to Lorenzo.

"You're good. Want some coffee?"

"No thanks."

"How was Spain?" Nik asked.

"It's over." Which was all that counted.

Lorenzo stood and started the meeting, "We have a kidnapping. A young boy, aged ten, was taken from school last Monday afternoon. The police haven't been notified."

"Ransom?" Sonny asked, flipping open his folder.

"No." They all hated kidnappings, especially when children were involved. There were too many times that the victims didn't come home alive.

"Justus brought me this case." Justus was an attorney who worked with Intact, often unraveling the government red tape they encountered. "Clients names are Jasper and Samantha Jacks. Jasper is a corporate raider, Samantha an artist. Their son, Robbie, is the boy who was taken."

"How does a corporate raider rate our services?"

"Ever heard of Jax International?" Lorenzo asked.

Ric whistled, "That Jasper Jacks?"

"Yeah." Lorenzo tossed his folder back on the table. "There's something about this case that stinks, I just don't know what yet."

"So why did you agree to take it?"

"Samantha is an old friend of Justus'. It's a personal favor. Besides, it's a kid. You all go out to Manhattan tomorrow to meet with the parents. See what you can figure out." Lorenzo had another reason for taking this case. He looked over at the men at the table and knew they would do everything in their power to find this little boy.

Jason flipped open the folder, thumbed through most of the information, he would go over it thoroughly later. Finally he got to what he was looking for. The pictures. There were several of Jasper Jacks, and several more of him with a dark haired woman. It was the picture of the woman and the little boy that interested him most. Jason looked up sharply at Lorenzo, his eyes wide with shock.

What the fuck?

The other men at the table finally saw what Jason had. Ric was the only one who made a sound, and it was a sharp gasp of amazement.

Robert Campbell Jacks was the spitting image of Jason Morgan. Right down to his piercing blue eyes.