Chapter 3

Jason glanced across the interrogation table at the beautiful brunette seated before him. Yes, he was absolutely furious with this loud, infuriatingly, impossible creature, but she was still stunning to look at. Even with her hair in disarray and her clothes covered in blood, she had to quite possibly be one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Her dark eyes were full of mystery, and Jason found himself wanting to find out just what that mystery was. Where the hell did that come from? She's the reason that I'm handcuffed to this damn table at the PCPD in the first place! Jason tried to push these thoughts away and focus on the real problem at hand. This woman, Sam McCall or whatever the hell her name is, told the police that he was the one who shot Alcazar, and that he was about to finish the act when she came across him.

Jason almost laughed, if he were a laugher, at the irony of the situation. He would never lie and say that he cared whether Alcazar lived or died. Honestly, he would prefer him dead, but he had sworn to Carly that he would not kill him. He probably would have patted the would-be assassin on the back had they succeeded in ridding the world of another Alcazar. But now, he needed Alcazar alive. After what had occurred earlier that evening at the warehouse, Alcazar was going to play a vital role in his investigation of the new and very present threat that had made its presence known. Jason just hoped that Alcazar would agree to cooperate with him. The truth of the matter was that he had just had an interesting conversation with Alcazar right before Sam McCall had discovered him exiting Alcazar's hospital room. He looked at her again and noticed her staring at him.

Sam could not believe her luck. Here she was just making a pit stop in the town of Port Charles and somehow managed to get herself entangled with the town mob in less than 24 hours, and handcuffed to an interrogation table at that! She turned away from his unnerving gaze and focused her eyes on the metal that was encircling her wrists. Damn Carly! I cannot believe the nerve of that woman! Sam's thoughts traveled back to the events that occurred after she had reached Lorenzo's hospital room.

The sound of her screams echoed throughout the corridor and startled the man that was walking towards her. He had tried to get her to stop hollering, but to no avail. When he reached out to her, Sam's survival instincts kicked in. She had taken him off guard when she had pulled the gun on him. Sam silently gave herself props for always having her gun with her. But with the life she has led, it was a necessity.

"Don't move, or I swear to God, I will shoot!" Sam angrily, but confidently ordered. Her eyes were trained on him, and she did not hear the throng of people approaching. That was, until Carly started shrieking.

"I knew it! I knew that you were the one who shot Lorenzo! Somebody call the police! Now you're trying to shoot Jason! Is this about me? Are you trying to hurt the people I care about? Well you had better listen, and listen well. Nobody gets away with hurting my family! Do you hear me? Nobody!" Carly proclaimed as she dialed 911 after realizing that apparently no one else was going to do it.

Sam looked around her and she noticed that her screams had drawn quite the audience. Patients were peaking out of their hospital rooms in fear. Several doctors and nurses had gathered with Bobbie, Elizabeth, and Carly. Bobbie had raced by her into Lorenzo's room while the rest of the crowd eyed Sam and Jason curiously. Sam took a breath and turned back towards Jason with her gun pointed at his head. "Listen, Carly, I see that you are apparently one of those people that the world revolves around, but as I told you before, I did not shoot Lorenzo! But this guy, on the other hand, might know something about who did! I saw him sneaking out of Lorenzo's room. He probably came back to finish him for good!"

Jason rolled his eyes and shook his head. Just then Bobbie exited Lorenzo's room and saw a beat red Carly about to lunge at Sam. "Carly! Don't. Lorenzo is sleeping now. The pain medication has taken affect, but he is fine. His vitals are normal. What in the world is going on here?" Bobbie glanced from Sam, who was still aiming her gun at Jason, to Jason, who had an extremely apathetic look on his face, to Carly, who was seething with anger. "Thank God you're here, Lucky," Bobbie said as her nephew and Officer Murphy arrived.

Lucky surveyed the situation. Carly was ready to pounce, and Bobbie was trying to diffuse her anger. He hid a smile. His cousin was a Spencer through and through with her hot temper. When she hated someone, she hated with every fiber of her being. Yet when it came to those she loved, she loved with just as much passion and fire.

Lucky turned in the opposite direction from his cousin and his eyes widened. He was surprised to see the woman who had saved Lorenzo's life holding Jason at gunpoint with a determined gleam in her eye. "Sam, put the gun down." She started to protest, but Lucky continued, "We're here now. Jason is not going anywhere until we get this all sorted out." Lucky looked at Jason pointedly, and Jason nodded. Sam lowered the gun and looked at Lucky.

"I think he's the one who shot Lorenzo Alcazar. I found him sneaking out of his room. When he saw me, he came towards me, and I just started screaming, but then he tried to attack me so I pulled my gun on him." Sam looked at Lucky expectantly. "Aren't you going to arrest him for attempted murder?"

Carly leapt to Jason's defense, "Lucky, you don't seriously believe this lying snake do you? You know that Jason would never attack a woman. I think that she's the one who shot Lorenzo! I find it awfully convenient that this is her first night in Port Charles, she carries a gun, and she's the one who found Lorenzo! She's probably a hit man for one of his enemies!"

Sam laughed disgustedly and looked at Lucky. Lucky looked around the room and decided that he had to do his job no matter what his gut was telling him. He didn't think that Jason was dumb enough to shoot Lorenzo and get caught, nor did he think that he would hurt a woman. But Lucky also didn't believe that Sam could have done what Carly was accusing her of. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about Sam that evoked his trust. He was just about to ask Sam and Jason to voluntarily come down to the PCPD for questioning when Officer Murphy began reading Jason his rights.

"What are you doing? We have no proof that he did anything?" Lucky asked Officer Murphy.

"Officer Spencer, I just got off the phone with D.A. Lansing. He gave me strict orders to arrest Mr. Morgan and Ms. McCall and bring them back to the station. Since they were both accused of the shooting and both have firearms in their possession, D.A. Lansing wants to run a ballistics report to see which one of them shot Mr. Alcazar," Officer Murphy stated while he was handcuffing Sam.

This is unbelievable! Sam thought to herself. The officer was reading Sam her rights like she was a common criminal! What have I gotten myself into this time? She glared at a smirking Carly as she was led away by Lucky.

"Jase, I'll call Sonny, then I will be right down there, okay," Carly called out to Jason. Jason just looked at her with unreadable eyes as he followed Sam.

So here they were, shackled to a table in the PCPD interrogation room waiting for a test to be complete that would or would not prove their innocence. Sam looked over at her "cellmate" with hatred in her eyes. Her thoughts began to race as the reality of the situation sunk in. This man shot Lorenzo, and he probably would come after her now. She should have just walked away. She shouldn't have screamed or pulled a gun on him. And she got him arrested! Oh shit! I'm probably gonna have to run again. Just the thought of running for her life again sent chills up and down her spine. Sam shivered and drew her jacket closer to her.

"Why did you accuse me of attacking you?" Jason questioned breaking the silence. He hadn't meant to frighten her when he had reached for her, but he just wanted her to stop screaming. When he first laid eyes on her, his breath hitched in his throat, and just for a moment, time stood still. Then the screaming had begun, breaking the spell.

Sam didn't know what to say so she just looked away. She found herself looking out the interrogation room window. She noticed the D.A. being handed a manila folder. He was flipping through it shaking his head. "You know that that report is going to send you to prison, don't you?"

Jason's blue eyes bore into hers as he asked, "Why are you avoiding my question? I was not going to attack you, and I did not shoot Alcazar!"

"Then what were you doing in his room? And why are you dressed all in black? That seems pretty suspicious to me?"

Jason smirked. "Well, first of all, not your business. Second, I like black." Sam rolled her eyes and noticed a short attractive man in an Italian suit enter the station. He seemed to be yelling at the D.A. and then he burst into the interrogation room.

"Jason, they've got nothing to hold you on. Justus will get you out of here soon." Sonny turned to the dark-haired beauty sharing the room with Jason. "Who the hell are you? Are you the one who accused Jason of shooting that piece of filth, Alcazar?"

"Sonny, Sam just thinks that she knows what she's talking about. She's new in town. Actually, she's the one who found Alcazar bleeding in the snow," Jason replied.

"Excuse me, Jason, is it? I can certainly speak for myself." Sam turned her attention to Sonny. "How dare you barge in here and start ranting at me! You don't even know me! I had never heard of Lorenzo Alcazar or Jason Morgan before tonight. I have no hidden agenda, no reason to lie about this!" Sam leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. She knew that she was rambling, but couldn't seem to stop herself. "All I wanted was to find a cup of coffee, but that was too much to ask for. Instead I found a gunshot victim, called 911, and got accused of shooting him by his damn mistress! To top it all off, I'm stuck in the same room with the real person who tried to kill him! Ugh!"

Both men looked at each other after her spiel had ended. This girl was almost as bad as Carly. She seemed to have a lot of pent up rage. "Woman you need to calm down, and perhaps lay off the coffee." Sonny said with a smile showing off his dimples.

Ric opened the door and looked around the room with frustration. He thought for sure he could nail Morgan to the wall this time. But once again, as usual, he was squeaky clean. He tossed the ballistics report on the table and sighed. "Well, Morgan, looks like you've dodged another bullet, no pun intended. And you Ms. McCall, we have nothing to hold you on. You are both free to go."

Sonny exited the room to go talk to his wife. Carly had just entered the station. She was ready to pitch a fit if they didn't release Jason, but Sonny got to her and filled her in.

Jason and Sam waited in silence for the officers to return to uncuff them. Sam was so confused. She thought for sure that Jason was the one who shot Lorenzo. But the ballistics report proved that he didn't. Should she apologize? Would he even care if she did? As she studied his features, she noticed how blue his eyes were. They were the kind of eyes that you could get lost in forever. In her fear at the hospital, she hadn't even noticed how good-looking he was. He seemed to have a very nice physique. Not that she was interested.

"Jason, I…well, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for…you know…accusing you of shooting Lorenzo," Sam stammered shyly.

Jason met her gaze. "Well, Sam I'm glad that you don't think that I shot him, but I'm still trying to figure out whether you really thought that I was going to attack you? Do you still think that I am going to attack you?" Sam shook her head as the officers came in and removed their handcuffs.

They both exited the room and walked towards Sonny and Carly. Jason stopped, but Sam kept walking right on out of the PCPD. Carly was shaking her head. "Where does she think she's going? They're not really letting that tramp go are they?"

"Carly, she didn't do it. The ballistics report came back and proved that neither of us shot him. Let it go," Jason said defensively and turned to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Carly asked.

"I'm going to talk to Sam," Jason stated and rushed out of the station leaving a shocked Sonny and Carly staring after him.

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Holly