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Elizabeth smiled at Georgie as she ordered a coffee, missing the special blends at Sonny's coffeehouse. Sipping the hot brew, she tried to relax, to let the frustration of her continual fighting with Lucky ease away.
Moments later, she frowned, digging through her purse desperately for cash. Where was her wallet?
"Why don't you let me buy that for you?" A deep voice asked, and she spun around to find a dark haired man behind her, dressed in a business suit.
"Oh, no thank you." She gave him a distracted smile, searching for change.
"Really, I insist." He smiled at her, "My name's Johnny."
With a sigh, she set her purse down, unwillingly intrigued by this man with the edgy, dangerous smile. "Elizabeth. And thank you. I know I put my wallet in here."
He nodded to Georgie, tossing a bill onto the counter. "So, what do you do, Elizabeth?"
"I'm a nurse at the hospital." She couldn't help but smile at him, tucking a dark curl behind her ear.
"Really?" He leaned against the counter, "I can see you as the angel of mercy."
Elizabeth flushed, enjoying his flirtatious tone. She was about to answer, when her cell phone rang, and she looked quickly at the number, realizing it was Grams. "I'm sorry, I have to go." She looked at him, with a quick smile. "Thank you for the coffee, Johnny."
"Anytime." Johnny watched her walk away. "Anytime, Elizabeth Spencer," He repeated quietly, fingering her green wallet in his pocket.
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Sonny slammed his hand against his desk, furious. "We get rid of him, now."
"We wait," Jason argued. "Getting rid of Trevor Lansing at this point does us no good. We need him to find out what Zacchara is up to."
"And in the meantime, he's finding out all of our weaknesses. I'm not waiting for Jerry Jacks to try to dig up information. He's probably working with him."
Jason angrily ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. "Trevor didn't kill Leticia. He's our best chance to keep an eye on who else Zacchara has in Port Charles."
"I want him dead," Sonny yelled. "You may not have a family he could destroy, but I do."
His jaw clenched, Jason spoke quietly. "You know I'm worried about Carly and the boys. But, you're not thinking about the fact that he'll lead us to who we need. I'm not getting rid of him, yet." Turning, he opened the door. "We wait."
Sonny swept his hand across his desk, pictures flying, as he struggled to control his anger.
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Lucky closed the door to Sam's apartment, taking a deep breath. A part of him felt terrible for sleeping with Sam. And yet, there was another part of him that felt Elizabeth deserved it.
His phone rang, and Cruz told him of a problem at the docks. "I'm on my way," Lucky responded, hoping that Jason would be there, that he could finally arrest him.
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Trevor opened the door to Johnny at the MetroCourt, raising his eyebrows as the younger man strode in.
"How have you progressed with the Corinthos organization?" Johnny asked, settling back comfortably on the sofa.
"Very well. The death of their nanny left them all shaken. Corinthos has sent his family out of town."
Johnny smiled coldly. "Wonderful."
"Did you just arrive?"
"No." Johnny pulled out a green wallet, opening it thoughfully. "I stopped and met Elizabeth Spencer."
Trevor looked at him, puzzled. "Elizabeth Spencer?"
"Oh, yes." He looked up at Trevor. "You must be getting old, Trevor. Corinthos' enforcer has quite a lot of people in Port Charles that he cares about. Starting with the beautiful Nurse Elizabeth."
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Max leaned against the desk at the MetroCourt, speaking quietly into the phone. "Lansing just opened the door to some guy. Young, with dark hair. He's dressed in a suit."
"Stay nearby, and keep an eye on him." Jason said, snapping the phone shut, looking out the penthouse window as he wondered what their next move would be.
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Trevor leaned back in the chair, enjoying the quiet music and brandy. Now that Johnny Zacchara had arrived, things would begin to happen quickly. He allowed himself a tight smile. Soon, Sonny would get what he had deserved for so long.
There was a knock at the door, and he ordered, "Come in."
Sam stepped in, dressed in a figure hugging minidress that showed off her cleavage. "Mr. Lansing," she said with a sexy smile.
"Samantha McCall." He set his drink down, smirking. "Do you have any good information for me?"
"I do." She shook her dark hair back. "Apparently, the cops are watching the docks carefully. They think that Sonny has a shipment coming through tomorrow night."
"Really?" He pulled her onto his lap. "Revenge is sweet, isn't it, my dear?"
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Elizabeth read through the chart, bumping into someone as she turned the corner. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Flustered, she looked up, surprised to see the man from Kelly's.
"That's okay." He smiled at her, then leaned down, helping her to collect the files that had fallen. "So, you weren't kidding. You really are an Angel of Mercy."
Laughing, she shook her head, chestnut curls bouncing. "Not really. Just another overworked nurse."
"Mmmm. Poor you." He handed her the files, straightening up. "Maybe we should get you another coffee."
"Oh, listen, I'm- I'm married."
"Well, that's a shame." He brushed a hand over her curl, smiling as she flushed. "Your husband is very lucky."
Elizabeth looked away, unable to lie and pretend her marriage was wonderful.
"Well, Nurse Elizabeth," he told her with a smile, "I hope I see you around sometime soon." He walked away, then turned back to say, "Who knows, soon maybe I'll need an Angel of my own."
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Jason leaned over Spinelli's shoulder, frowning at the frozen image on the laptop. "I've never seen him before."
Spinelli quietly said, "Perhaps he's not another of the minion of evildoers."
"No." Jason hit play, watched the man stride confidently towards Lansing's room, "He's someone to worry about." Jason turned away, pacing the room. He was more aware than anyone of the damage that could be done if Zacchara's men took control.
He rubbed his hand over his forehead, allowing himself to think only briefly of Elizabeth, of the boys. That if he had brought them into his life, they would have been in tremendous danger. He sighed, turning back towards the computer. He had chosen to keep them out of his life, to keep them safe.
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Sonny walked through the docks, checking the shipment. The cops would be awaiting a shipment on the other side of the docks, not knowing they were in the wrong area. He opened a box, checking the contents as Milo opened the one next to it. The sound of quiet voices buzzed through the room, as men checked the contents, sealing the boxes back up to be shipped on to their final location.
"They look good." He turned to Milo, "Let's get going."
They walked towards the entrance, Sonny lost in thought, when suddenly a shot rang out. Screams and yells echoed in the warehouse as Milo clutched at his chest, falling to his knees next to Sonny, before collapsing, blood quickly making a pool on the ground.
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Several hours later, Jason stood beside Sonny, staring down at the body of the young man. Max kneeling next to his brother, crying. The warehouse had been emptied, and the sound of the police cars could be heard in the distance.
"He was a good kid," Sonny said quietly. The pain and the fury in his voice were evident. "We find who did this. We find the son of a Btch."
Jason nodded, clasping Max's shoulder in silent sympathy, his jaw clenched. He had men scouring Port Charles, trying to trace down the man who visited Trevor Lansing, looking for anyone new in town.
Both men turned as the doors opened, as Mac and Lucky entered the empty warehouse.
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Johnny entered the quiet apartment, smiling as he saw the man sitting in the dark. "Is it done?"
"It's done, boss. We took out his guard right next to him."
"Perfect. And you got rid of the weapon?"
"Yes. In the bottom of the harbor."
Johnny shrugged out of his coat, voice cold. "My father would be pleased, Smith, as am I."
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Emily frowned as she opened the door to the Spencer home, seeing Elizabeth folding laundry in the quiet living room. "Where's Lucky?"
"He's out, as usual." Elizabeth set Cam's shirt in the basket, looking up at her best friend.
"Oh, Elizabeth." Emily sat down on the sofa next to her. "How much longer can this go on?"
She shrugged, avoiding Emily's gaze. "We're trying to manage for the boys."
"And what about you?" She waited until Elizabeth looked at her. "I know both you and Jason are trying to stay away from each other, but how much longer can you put yourself through this?"
"I can't be with Jason." She laughed mirthlessly, "Especially now. I couldn't let my boys be put in that kind of danger."
"So, you stay with Lucky?"
"He's the only father they know," Elizabeth said quietly.
Emily sighed, feeling horrible for her brother, for Elizabeth, and even for Lucky. He was destroying his marriage out of jealousy to a man who'd given up his own happiness, to protect Elizabeth and her sons.
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The next day, Lucky rolled away from Sam, his hair tousled, muscles rippling as he reached for his watch on the end table. "I should go," he groaned, instead laying back on the pillows as Sam snuggled up next to him.
"Stay, just for a little bit," she told him, smirking.
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Elizabeth frowned at the message on her phone. It had been Sam, asking her to stop by her apartment. "I want to apologize," she'd said. "I shouldn't have taken my anger with Jason out on you, shouldn't have tried to hurt you with Lucky."
She grabbed her coat, deciding to drop the boys at Gram's on the way to Sam's.
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Trevor called Johnny, "It should be today."
Looking out the window, Johnny smiled. "Perfect. What's the address?"
Moments later, he set down the phone, reaching for his coat. It was time to comfort a hurting angel.
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Sam gave Lucky a kiss, "I'll be right back." She stepped out into the living room, opening the door a bit as she tightened her robe, then grabbing a bottled water and returning to the bedroom. She snuggled in with Lucky, leaning forward to kiss him as his arms went around her.
Elizabeth frowned at the open door to Sam's apartment. "Sam?" she called, gently pushing open the door. "Sam?"
She stepped towards the partially open door of the hall, stiffening as she heard the sounds from within. A sense of inevitability filled her as she pushed open the door, knowing what she would find.
Lucky was leaning over Sam, his bare back glistening as he kissed Sam, her arms wrapped around him.
Sam looked up, the triumph in her gaze clear as her eyes met Elizabeth's. Elizabeth looked at her a moment more, expressionless, before silently turning and walking away.
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Johnny watched as the door to Samantha McCall's apartment house burst open, Elizabeth rushing out, leaning against the wall, her expressionless mask changing to a look of immense pain, as she slid down the bricks to kneel with her arms wrapped around herself, tears sliding down her face. He was surprised to feel respect, sadness for her mingle within him. The way she had carried herself out of the building before allowing herself to feel the hurt, the obvious knowledge that the marriage she was holding onto by a thread stirred him.
He watched her for a moment more, than took a deep breath, crossing the street, and stopping in front of her. "Are you okay?" He asked her quietly.
She sniffed, brushing away the tears with the back of her hands. "I'm- I'm fine."
He knelt next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I think you owe me a coffee," he said, and she looked up at him in surprise. "Come on," he said, helping her to her feet. "Let's get out of here."
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They walked through the park, sipping their coffees. "Do you want to talk about it?"
She said nothing for a moment, her voice quiet when she finally spoke. "My husband and I- we've had a lot of problems. And he- recently he found out something I'd done, and he couldn't forgive me."
"What did you do?"
"I-I can't believe I'm telling you this." She sighed. It felt so good to talk to someone who didn't know Lucky, who wasn't trying to tell her what she should do. "I thought our marriage was over, I slept with another man. And then, Lucky told me he was going in rehab, and I was so scared he'd go back on drugs, so I never told him."
"But he found out?" Johnny prompted.
"Yes. And he couldn't forgive me." She looked up at him, " I found him in bed with the woman who hates me."
Johnny nodded. "And the man you slept with? Was he important to you?"
"He was- was a good friend." She looked away, yearning as she thought of Jason, of the way he would be holding her if he were with her, comforting her.
"Was?"
"We're not friends anymore."
Johnny saw the look of longing in her face, and frowned. She may not be friends with Jason Morgan anymore, but she was still in love with him.
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Johnny walked Elizabeth back to the Spencer house, raising his eyebrows as he realized who was standing on her porch.
Emily turned, looking worried as she saw Elizabeth's pale face. "Are you okay, Elizabeth?"
"I'm okay." Seeing Emily look at Johnny questioningly, she said, "Emily, this is Johnny Mitchell."
"You're Emily?" He said with a smile, holding out his hand. "I've been hearing some great things about you."
Looking bemused, Emily smiled at him. "Thank you." She shook his hand, wondering what was going on.
He smiled at Elizabeth, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Looks like you'll be in good hands."
"Thank you for all your help." She smiled up at him, and he felt something within him stir unwillingly.
"Anytime."
Emily and Elizabeth watched him walk away, and Emily asked her quietly, "What's going on, Elizabeth?"
She turned to her best friend, Jason's sister, and told her, "I found Lucky in bed with Sam."
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Johnny swirled his drink, speaking on the phone. "It went well. It's obvious that she's still in love with him, and sources say he feels the same."
He listened for a moment, then responded, "I met his sister as well. Very pretty."
"So, are we ready to use her?" the person on the other end asked.
"No. No, I want her isolated, depending more and more on me. Morgan is trying to stay away from her, and she and her husband are done. I want Morgan to feel his failure."
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Elizabeth packed the last of the clothes she was taking with her. Emily had already helped her move the kids toys, and most of their clothes. She was finishing the rest alone, knowing that, despite Emily's offer, this was something she had to do alone.
She looked up as Lucky let himself into the house, wondering if Sam had told him she'd seen them. It was obvious she hadn't, when he frowned down at her. "Where are the boys?"
"At Grams." She folded the last shirt, shutting the lid.
"What are you doing?" He looked at the large laundry basket, filled with clothes for her and the boys.
"I'm leaving you. I won't do this anymore. To myself, or my sons."
"Do what?" He came down the stairs, standing in front of her.
"Stay in a marriage where my husband is sleeping with another woman for revenge." A flash of awareness crossed his face, a quick look of shame.
"Is it worse than what you did with Jason?" He asked coldly, anger building within him past the shame.
"How can you ask that?" She cried. "I slept with him one night. One night after I found you with another woman. After you did drugs, and lied. One night, Lucky! And I have begged for your forgiveness, I have done everything I could to make this marriage work."
"So what now? You go sleep with Jason? That's just the excuse you've been waiting for, isn't it? You can't wait to crawl back into his bed."
"No. Now I make a life for myself and my boys. You and Sam enjoy yourselves."
She grabbed the basket, moving towards the door. Stunned when he grabbed her arm, spinning her around. "You're not taking my kids. You're not fit to be their mother. I won't have them grow up with a criminal."
She wrenched away from him. "If you mean Jason, I meant what I said about staying away from him. And don't you dare," she hissed, "Even try to take my sons from me." She tightened her hold on the basket, hurrying out the door.
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Jason opened the door to his penthouse, surprised to find Emily pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. "What's wrong?"
She spun arounds to face him. "Elizabeth found Sam and Lucky in bed together." Seeing his lack of surprise, she grimaced. "You knew?"
He sighed, running his hands through his dark golden hair. "I knew she was trying to seduce him. I didn't think it would take long." He paused, then asked, "What's she going to do?"
"She's leaving him. I helped her move most of their stuff this afternoon." She looked at him beesechingly. "Jase, she loves you. Can't you-"
"No." His tone was sharp, pain slicing through him at the thought of what his life could have been like. "Don't, Emily. She and the boys wouldn't be safe. Especially now. I can't take that risk."
"But she's hurting Jason. And I know what she needs is you."
"It can't happen, Emily." He turned away from her, his face bleak. "Tell her I'm sorry. That I wish I could be there for her."
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Sonny paced his office, desperate to find answers. His childrens' nanny, his bodyguard, had been killed, and there was no guarantee that anyone around him was safe. It was obvious that Zacchara and his men were planning to destroy Sonny, and at the moment, there was virtually nothing he could do.
Jason stormed in, the anger on his face obvious.
"What's wrong?"
"Elizabeth found Sam and Lucky in bed." Jason reached for a bottled water, trying to calm down.
Sonny frowned, "Sam? We knew she was a loose cannon."
Jason nodded. "More than we thought."
"What do you mean?"
Jason turned back to him. "The surveillance on Trevor Lansing? Sam's been going to visit him at his apartment."
"What?" Sonny's eyes narrowed, realizing the damage Sam could be doing in her quest for revenge against Jason.