Alexis watched Cooper with wide eyes as he continued to explain what had happened. What had she gotten herself into?

"And then Sonny found out that I had been a mercenary so he hired me to work for him or . . . die."

"And that's it?" Alexis asked swallowing.

"Yes," Cooper said.

"Cooper, who knows this, besides Sonny that may testify against you?" Alexis asked.

Cooper closed his eyes and kept them closed as he answered. "Maxie Jones," he answered somberly.

Alexis sighed. "This is great."

"I'm sorry Ms. Davis," Cooper apologized.

"It's okay . . . well kind of. You're just a good guy who got mixed up in bad things, and I'm sure the jury will see that. Besides, none of this really applies to the case," Alexis assured him. "Not that I'm really impressed."

"I don't blame you," Cooper muttered.

Alexis stared at him for a moment. "So that means you might know where James Craig is, doesn't it?"

Cooper nodded.

"So where is - -"

"Ms. Davis?!"

It was Cruz. He nearly sprinted into the room, his eyes wide. "Listen, you're gonna want to come with me," he revealed, unlocking the jail cell.

"What? Why?"

"Someone's been attacked. It might be the text message killer," Cruz explained.

Alexis's eyes widened and Cooper's brightened. She gathered her things and headed for the door. Before exiting she looked to Cooper and placed a gentle hand on the side of his face. "We'll figure everything out. I promise," she assured.

"Thank you," he whispered as the cell slammed shut. Cruz turned off the light and suddenly Cooper was back in darkness.

Jason Morgan was prepared to walk out of Pent House One when his cell phone gave an abrupt ring. He cursed silently to himself. The business was consuming the most inconvenient times. He had promised Elizabeth they'd spend the evening together, but like always, Sonny was ringing his number.

"Morgan," he answered. He was taken back slightly. It was a doctor from the General Hospital. "What? Who?"

Suddenly his heart stopped.

"No. I'll be there right away."

Lucky appreciated his father's words and for a moment even enjoyed his company. Of course, before it could become memorable, his cell phone gave an inconvenient ring.

As Lucky hung up, Luke looked to his son. "What was that?"

"The killer has struck again," Lucky answered. "I'm sorry, I've got to go."

"No, go have fun playing cops and robbers," Luke told his son. "Just don't get used to uh . . . father, son stuff. I'm trying to ease into it."

"Right," Lucky said. "I'll see you later."

When Jason Morgan arrived at the hospital his heart was still racing. His stomach was in knots and his throat was tight. He headed for the front desk as soon as the elevator doors slid open and Epiphany Johnson looked as though she were expecting him.

"What happened?" Jason asked her.

"She was found unconscious on the pier," Epiphany told him. "She's in bad shape."

Jason swallowed down hard. "You mean she didn't ask for me? She's not awake?"

"No. You're still the contact person on file," Epiphany explained.

Jason let out a long sigh. "Where is she now?" he asked.

"They're supposed to be moving her into a room. I'll tell you as soon as she's available," Epiphany said.

"Thank you," Jason replied softly. He slowly headed toward the lobby, only to find a familiar face already there.

"What are you doing here?" Carly Jacks asked bitterly.

"I could ask you the same thing," Jason replied.

"I found Sam on the pier. I called 911," she answered.

Jason nodded. "I'm still her contact person," he said softly.

"I'm surprised you weren't with Elizabeth . . . and your son," Carly replied keeping her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her bitterness toward him was so strong now that there was no point in hiding it. Jason had hurt her. He hadn't trusted her enough to tell her that he had a son. Her best friend was a liar.

"Jason? You can go in and see Sam now," Epiphany told him.

Jason took a long gaze at Carly, but she refused to look at him. Giving a sigh he slowly got up, shuffling through the lobby to see another woman he had done wrong.

Samantha McCall opened her eye to see a white ceiling and for a moment she was lost.

Her head pounded and her body ached. Thin covers kept her warm and she heard the familiar sound of beeping machines. She quickly sat up, only to regret doing so.

"Take it easy."

The voice startled Sam, and she quickly found that Jason Morgan stood in the corner of her room. "Oh my god, I'm dead," she muttered softly, before lying back down.

"No, you're not," Jason told her taking a few steps closer. He had been almost afraid to come near her. It scared him to see her so weak and vulnerable, even though he had vowed he would never love her again. Memories of her shooting were haunting him with each minute.

"What are you doing here?" she asked groggily.

"I was the contact person on your file."

"I should change that," Sam yawned.

"You need to rest," Jason told her. "Dr. Drake told me that you had stopped breathing by the time they got you in an ambulance."

"Damn text message . . ." Sam whispered. She was still sleepy from the sedative that she had been given.

"Is there anything that I can do for you?" Jason asked.

"C-Could you call Alexis?" Sam asked softly. Jason could have sworn her voice wavered from oncoming sobs, but she let out none.

Jason nodded his head. "I'll be sure to," he whispered

"I was so scared," Sam confessed softly. "I thought I was dead."

Jason swallowed down hard and gently brushed away a lock of hair from her face. He grabbed her hand into his own. "You're okay now," he assured her.

Sam closed her eyes. "It was the first time I knew that you wouldn't be coming to my rescue," she murmured. Slowly her brown eyes closed and she fell back into a drug induced sleep.

The phones in the PCPD were ringing off the hook. Finally there was a survivor. There was a glint of hope. Maybe they would finally nail the murderer.

"Listen, I want a forensics team down their right now," Mac Scorpio ordered.

Cruz led Alexis through the chaos, and she could only hope that it really was the text message killer who had actually struck.

"Mac, got word yet?" Cruz asked. "Is it our guy?"

"I don't know," Mac answered. He was already putting on a jacket and grabbing his gun from a desk drawer.

"Maybe I should come too. I mean I am defending Cooper Barrett - -"

"Alexis, I don't think the scene of the crime calls for your presence," Mac told her apologetically.

Alexis raised in eyebrow in confusion and Cruz continued to interrogate the chief of police. "Who was the victim?"

Mac looked from Cruz to Alexis. "Sam . . ." he said softly.

"What?" Alexis nearly choked.

"She's at the General Hospital right now. She's okay, Alexis," Mac assured her.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Alexis replied.

"Cruz, give Alexis a ride down to the hospital. Then get a statement from Sam when you can," Mac ordered.

"Yes sir," Cruz told him. Alexis watched as Mac left and for a moment gazed of distantly. Finally she looked to Cruz.

"What are you waiting for? Lets go," she snapped at him, heading for the exit. She needed to reach her daughter.

Thanks for all the reviews :) As far as the story goes so far I'm still kind of deciding pairings and all that fun stuff. Also this is set after Sam told Carly about Jason, but I kind of didn't like her reaction to the whole thing. I honestly thought she'd be a little more angry at Jason, so I guess there was a little bit of a reflection of that in this chapter. Anyway, thanks to those of you who are reading and an even bigger thank you to those of you have reviewed! Hope you continue to enjoy the story.