Thanks for the reviews guys. I'm in a bit of a rush this morning, so sorry if this chapter is a little suckish.

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Sam paced the living room of her penthouse, while Liz sat on the couch awaiting any instruction or ideas Sam was bound to spew out sooner or later. All the while, pondering the two photos sent to she and Sam. It pained her, no, it killed her inside to see the "x" over her face, while Sam's was enveloped in a heart.

"Clues…clues…docks?…bike…no…" Sam spoke to herself, her mind reeling, spitting out mainly gibberish, random words that Liz was lost to.

"Sam…do you have any ideas or…"

"Shut up Elizabeth I'm thinking okay!? Make yourself useful and check on your kids." Sam ordered. A little more forceful than she meant to.

Elizabeth did as she was told, and informed Lucky something had come up and he was needing to pick up the boys at Audrey's and watch them for a while.

As Sam continued to talk in riddles to herself, and pace around the living room, Elizabeth noticed another envelope near the front door.

"Sam?…Sam?…SAM!"

"What Liz?"

"How long has that envelope been there?" Liz pointed to the front door.

"I have no clue." Sam walked over and picked it up. The writing on the front was the same as the first two letters. Bold, print, in red. But this time, it was addressed to "Sam McCall and Elizatrash Webber". The women looked at each other and rolled their eyes, much to their surprise. Sam opened the envelope and pulled out a repeat of the two packages from earlier. A letter, and a smaller envelope.

Liz took the letter and unfolded it.

Dearest Sam and the Unfortunate Partner,

He obviously didn't work out the kinks before putting this mess together, so I'm doing It now. You'll never find him in time, without me.

New Enemies will be Old Friends

Unexpected Alliances Formed

The Location of Your Treasure

Will Cause His Heart to be Torn

Work fast and best of luck,

TJ

The two continued to stare at the note.

"Who the hell is TJ?" Sam pondered.

She got no answer. After a few minutes, Elizabeth abruptly got up off the couch and ran into the kitchen. After hearing some rummaging, she came back with a pen.

"Okay.." She began "it's a riddle. We solve these like we would a medical mystery. Write down the answers we know, and ponder the ones we don't until we figure it out."

Okay then, first. "New enemies will be old friends". Hmmm…" Sam said

"Do you know what it means?" Liz asked

"No I don't…lets skip to the next one."

"Okay, "Unexpected Alliances Formed".

"Why is the alliance formed? Hmmm..to save Jason?"

"Yeah..that makes sense. Who's the alliance though?"

They both thought for a few minutes, when suddenly Sam's eyebrows shot up.

"Us!" She nearly screeched.

"Huh? What about us?" Liz asked, still in shock from the sudden outburst.

"Us. Were the Unexpected Alliance! No one would have every guessed we could get along, much less form a team to save Jason. It makes sense, its us!"

"Your right it does!" Elizabeth wrote "Sam and Liz" next to "Unexpected Alliances Formed" on the letter, and then read the third line aloud.

"The Location of Your Treasure…what's the treasure?"

"Obviously Jason. He the one were trying to find."

Liz proceeded to write "Jason" next to the third line, as she had with the second.

"Okay, last one, "Will Cause his Heart to be Torn"."

"That's easy." Elizabeth said rather quickly.

"What's the answer then?"

"Jake. Jake would cause his heart to be torn. This must be one of his enemies using Jake against him again."

"Liz?"

"Yeah?"

"Where is Jake?"

"With Lucky."

"Then how the HELL could it be Jake? Stop being such a self centered bitch Elizabeth! Not everything that occurs in Jason's life is because of you and his son! He has other things to worry about! Like Curly for instance, as much as I know you hate it, because I sure as hell did, Carly will ALWAYS come first! it's the same with Michael and Sonny. They cause his heart to be torn and….wait…"

Her rant ended abruptly and she put her fingers on her temples. Liz couldn't help but be reminded of Jason. That was a signature move he made when he was angry, or deep in thought.

Suddenly Sam's hand shot out and snatched the piece of paper out Elizabeth's hand. Her eyes flicked back and forth for a few seconds before she dropped the paper and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Oh my god." She said, muffled from her hand.

"What? What is it?"

"Its Sonny. "New Enemies Will be Old Friends. Sonny. Sonny is Jason's oldest friend. It makes perfect sense!"

"No it doesn't Sam. Why would Sonny do that? Jason is like a brother to him."

"Look, if you have any other ideas state them now. Because if not, I'm going straight to Carly, and telling her what I know."

"Why would you do that? Carly's crazy about Jason."

"Exactly. If she were the "old friend" to hurt Jason, she would be extremely calm would I told her about his kidnapping, if not she'll freak, and that's how we'll figure out if its her, or Sonny." Sam stated matter-of-factly.

"What about the picture?"

"What picture?"

Elizabeth retrieved the small envelope and opened It quickly. She pulled the photograph out and stared at it for a short period of time, before bursting into uncontrollable sobs.

Sam quickly took the picture away from her and took a long hard look of her own. Not as suddenly as Liz, but eventually, she had tears too. But she wasn't in a sobbing fit. Just big, hot tears, rolling down her cheeks. If you didn't know Sam, you would think sadness was the only emotion she was feeling. You would also be dead wrong. In her eyes, behind the tears, was more anger than a human being should be able to have. She was so pissed. There, in the photograph, was Jason. His hands were handcuffed to what looked to be a bed post, above his head. He was sitting Indian style, cross legged, and there was blood all over him. He looked as if he had been beaten within an inch of his life. He had a shiner around his left eye, and cuts all over his face. His clothes were torn, and his hair was so drenched in blood, and what Sam guessed was sweat, that it was plastered to his face. Still though, Sam couldn't help but feel proud of him. He was staring straight at the camera with his "stone cold" look. That look of defiance. The look that said "Hit me as much as you want, I'm not giving in".

She wiped the tears from her face and flung the picture down onto the coffee table. She marched into her room and pulled on a pair of Jeans, a white tank top, and her 4-inch black stilettos. After throwing her hair into a messy bun, she opened her hall closet and pulled on her leather jacket and retrieved a box from the top shelf. Walking back into the living room, she opened the box and pulled out her gun. She loaded it, stuck it in the waistband of her jeans and then pulled out a second gun, after loading it, she handed it to Elizabeth.

"I'm not sure I remember how to use this." Elizabeth said, staring at the gun in her hands.

"Then If I were you, I would flip my brain switch into quick-learner mode." Sam snapped. "And if you don't, then you can damn well stay here and I'll do this myself!"

"No. I'm coming with you. But why do we need guns Sam? We can sneak in and grab Jason and leave without violence!"

"We need guns…" Sam started slowly "because the person, or people who did this to Jason, are going to regret it severely." She finished in an icy tone.

It was then that Elizabeth realized it. Sam still loved Jason with every fiber of her being.

It was also then, that Sam realized it to.

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Jason sat Indian style on the hard cement floor, his hands still cuffed above his head. His entire body ached more than it had an hour before. And this time, no small framed person came in occasionally with pain pills. He wished his hands were free so he could rub his temples, or pinch the bridge of his nose. He was such an idiot. Where had all his survivor skills gone?

Flashback

Jason inched his body over as far as he could. The safety pin was almost within his reach. His wrists hurt like hell, and blood was beginning to trickle down his arm, from the amount of pressure he was putting on the rim of the cuffs to stretch his body out. He couldn't reach the pin. In a final effort to get himself freed, he began to sway his body. Each time he went back, and the forward again, he gained more momentum, and a greater distance toward the safety pin. On the third swing, he got it. His feet touched the pin and he slide it towards his head. He sank low to the ground so that he could pick up the pin with his mouth, and when he did, he slowly inched back up to where he could bend his hand down and around the cuff, to grab the pin and unlock himself.

He was successful. After freeing his hands, he quickly threw the pin to nowhere in particular and began to try and untie his feet from the ropes that bound them together. He almost had the first knot out when he heard the door from upstairs open. Before he had time to re-position himself, the goons came back with his requested food. They stared at him and he stared back.

Normally, he would've gotten up and tried to get away, but this time, he didn't. He had no idea why, but he just sat there. The goons quickly came over and gave him a good few punches in the face to ensure a weakened prison before re-cuffing and tying him. After he had been re-bound, the two men went upstairs and quickly came back down with the man he had recently began to hate.

"Well well well, what do we have here? Did our little hostage try escaping? I'm actually surprised it took you so long."

Jason remained quiet.

"I'm even more surprised you were unsuccessful."

Still silence.

"No words for your old friend?"

"You are NOT my friend Sonny! And now I see that you never were. Why do you have me here huh? Sit down and explain it to me! You owe me that much!" He yelled

"I owe you NOTHING!" Sonny responded just as loudly.

"I gave you Sam to take care of her and my child, and then what happens? Oh that's right Jason, you tried to take my place! You tried to be Sam's lover and that baby's father! And then you let her die! You let my little girl die! And after my daughter was laid in the ground, you took Sam in and really became her lover, you tried to have your own child with her, and when you realized she couldn't carry your bastard child, you dumped her on the curb and knocked up Elizabeth instead! And then even after you knew that Elizabeth was carrying your kid, you took Sam back and LIED to her for months! Told her you still loved her and that she meant everything to you, while you were seeing the mother of your child behind her back!" Sonny roared.

"I DID LOVE HER! I never lied about loving her! She was my everything! My world, I would have died for her! Just because Elizabeth became pregnant from our one night stand does not mean I quit loving Sam! I loved her with every fiber of my being and I'll never stop!" Jason yelled.

Sonny just stared at him, his eyes narrowing, and his face becoming tight.

Then, Jason realized what he had said. He told Sonny he would never stop loving her. Where did that come from? Was it even true? He gave himself a moment. His body wasn't fighting it. His mind wasn't telling him to turn and run the other way. It must be true. The elephant was in the open now. He still loved Sam.

"Finish it." Sonny gave them men those two words and then walked back up the stairs.

After the door slammed shut, Jason was left alone with the two guards, the two guards who had zero mercy on him.

End flashback

He hung his head low and thought about what was happening to him. He still loved his ex. The woman who got shot in his arms. The woman he proposed to. The woman he had wanted to make a life, and a baby with for three years. The woman who watched his son get kidnapped, and did nothing to stop it. The woman who hired men to threaten the mother of his child with guns, and then pretended to save her and play hero. The woman who had formed a relationship with Lucky. The woman who was probably looking for him right now.

He laughed bitterly and shook his head.

"Sam isn't looking for me. She hates me. There's no way in hell she would be trying to figure out a way to save me right now. Those days are over."

Jason Morgan, had never been so wrong.

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Hope you liked this chapter. I'll be updating "You Belong With Me" next, so don't expect another update on this story for at least a week or so. Sorry.

Next: The girls get another letter (surprise surprise right?)/Jason receives a phone call/Carly knows where to find Jason.