If there was one thing teenagers excelled at, it would be the art of sleeping in. Generally speaking, those aged thirteen to eighteen felt they deserved the few extra hours spent under warm blankets and away from the horrors of reality. Especially on vacation (if a half botched plot to runaway constituted a vacation). But if there was anything that could rouse them after an exhausting day of threatening bodyguards, evading terrorists and dinnertime brawls, it was the delicious odors wafting up the lone staircase of the bed and breakfast.

Milo checked his watch from his place at the dining table, "Five...four....three...two...."

At that moment, a pair of footsteps clambered down into the hall.

"Is that bacon?"

"I smell pancakes!"

The bed and breakfast owner ushered them to some chairs, urging them to, "Sientate! Sientate!" (Sit! Sit!)

He began heaping piles of food onto their plates - omelettes, pancakes, bacon, sausage, fresh baked banana bread and a variety of fresh fruit. Milo noted that they both refused the pot of coffee, almost immediately. He knew it wasn't out of a desire to be health conscious. Coffee was too closely linked to their father and subsequently everything they left behind in the first place.

"Today is going to be a good day!" Kristina declared over a piece of toast.

Milo rolled his eyes behind his cup of coffee. This act was met by a wayward grape thrown straight at his temple.

"Hey!" he exclaimed.

"No negativity at the breakfast table!" she ordered, eyes flashing in a no-nonsense manner.

Michael tried but failed to hide his laughter in his orange juice. Kristina raised an eyebrow in his direction.

"Yes?" she questioned archly.

The blonde gulped down some more juice before answering, "You looked exactly like Alexis just now!"

Kristina's horrified look set the boys off as they laughed at her expense. With narrowed eyes and a haughty sniff, she replied, "Well, my mother is an accomplished and independent woman, so I will take that as a compliment."

Michael snickered, "I don't think anyone wants to be told they look like they're mother."

Kristina shoved his shoulder lightly, amusement seeping into her expression.

"Did I do the whole Cassadine death glare thing?"

"Yes!"

When their laughter finally subsided, she commented, "See, today is going to be awesome!"

Milo shook his head as the siblings exchanged hi-fives, "And that's my cue!"

Kristina frowned as he rose from the table, "You're not job hunting with us?"

"Oh, I'm job hunting all right," Milo assured her, "With my connections."

At their startled looks, he quickly corrected, "With my dad's organization, not yours."

Despite her relief that Milo wasn't going to reveal their location, Kristina couldn't help but feel a stab of disappointment as he strode away from the table.

Sam woke as the daylight was filtering through the tinted windows of Jason's SUV. The strong scent of leather and ivory soap filled her nostrils, one that she always associated with her ex-love. As she stretched, something cool slid off her shoulders. Her delight settled into a grin as recognition lit her features.

Jason's favorite leather jacket.

She turned to thank him, a smile ready, only to be greeted by his tense jaw. What ever the person on the other end of his cell phone was conveying was not pleasant.

"Ok," he affirmed before carelessly tossing the phone into a cup holder.

"Dammit," Jason swore, slamming his hand against the steering wheel. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Sam. At her questioning glance, he only asked, "Sleep well?"

That was Jason Morgan for you. She ignored the question, opting instead to fetch her gun from where it was strapped across her ankle.

"What happened?" she pulled out the clip, her voice direct and calm. She fought to keep her hands steady as she reloaded the gun but his answer made her blood run cold.

"Jerry Jacks."

"I don't understand why we have to go to this one first," Kristina complained as she trailed behind Michael, "It's the farthest away of all the resorts on our list!"

Michael strained his neck to see above the crowd. It was mid morning and the bazaar was teeming with tourists.

"Because, if we go to the closest one last, it will take less time to walk back to the Bed and Breakfast at the end of the day, when we're ready to go straight home."

She considered his reasoning with a frown, "Well it doesn't explain why we have to go this way."

"I just....think it's safer to be in a crowd!" Michael stammered.

Her brows wrinkled. She couldn't understand why he was lying. Were they in danger? He had been uncharacteristically quiet since the night before.

"Did something happen yesterday?" she watched in interest as his back stiffened at the question. His answer was carefully chosen, the words spoken slowly as if his mind was still formulating a response.

"No, of course not."

Irritation coursed through her, "Michael, if something happened you should tell me. I need to know if you got into some trouble!"

Michael shot her a side long glance, "I didn't get into trouble. We're safe, I promise."

His attention suddenly snapped away from her. She followed his gaze to a fruit stand. Now she was even more confused. When she swung her gaze back to her brother, he was staring intently at a group of blonde girls. She looked back at the fruit stand and saw yet another blonde girl walking away with a bag of apples. Comprehension dawned on her face.

"Did you meet someone yesterday?" she struggled to keep a smile on her face but could not resist drawing out the word 'meet' in a teasing manner.

He gave her a look of surprise, "What? I...no! Why would you say that?"

She bit her lip, trying to stamp out her glee, "Oh really? Then why is that blonde over there waving at you?"

"What? Where?" Michael spun around as the entered the hotel lobby. Kristina doubled over in laughter.

"Busted!"

His mouth dropped open at her antics, "You little...!" He slung an arm around her shoulders and tousled her hair. She yelped in mock horror and pinched his ticklish side. Michael let go of her instantly, shying away from her fingers.

"Well isn't this lovely," they froze at the sound of a snarky, Australian accent.

In front of them, was none other than Jerry Jacks.

Four black and white videos were visible on the flat screen television situated at the far end of the Davis living room. The grain quality of said videos suggested they were from traffic cameras. Each had different time stamps but all portrayed the same road on the same date - Harbor View Road on the night of Claudia's hit and run.

Morgan sat at the edge of the coach, elbows on his knees and remote control held possessively. MOlly paced back in forth in front of him, ticking off details on her fingers.

"So Michael was driving North on Harbor View Road, towards Uncle Sonny's house. He was speeding around the bend by the mayor's house. Claudia was heading to Uncle Sonny's house too, so Michael definitely didn't hit her."

Morgan nodded, "And your mom was leaving the Mayor's house around the same time Michael passed by."

"She came into Michael's blind spot, so they must have collided!"

The cousins shared an excited smile, but Molly's quickly wiped away.

"But what about Kristina?"

Morgan clicked play on one of the bottom videos, "There's Krissy, driving South towards your house. And here comes the black luxury car around the bend. She swerves..."

"...and hits the car," Molly says sadly, "So she did it."

Their victory is hollow in the silence that follows as the two cars on the screen soundlessly screech away from each other.

"Wait!" Morgan cried, 'That's not Claudia's car! Her licensee plate says 'CRUELLA'," at Molly's inquisitive look, he explained, "It's her favorite movie Disney character."

Molly collapsed onto the sofa, "So then who did Krissy hit? And who drove Claudia off the road?"

"Well, it's probably the same person," Morgan reasoned, "Because there weren't any other car accidents reported that night. Why would someone keep the truth unless they had something to hide?"

"I can't believe there isn't any footage of the actual crash," Molly moaned, "But it didn't happen at the bend by the Mayor's house, or the bend by Hunt Street, it had to happen by the bend..."

"..in front of the country club!" Morgan reached for his laptop and began hacking his way into those files.

"And who was at the country club at the time of Krissy's accident, quick to her side, but angry at her?" Molly's eyes sparkled as she spoke the name.

"Kiefer."

The irony of having a gun prodding her on the back was not lost on Kristina. Just 24 hours earlier, she had used the same threat on Milo, albeit a fake one.

Milo. She wished he had followed them to the hotel. If he was there, they might have a chance against her mother's ex-boyfriend. A shiver of terror ran through her as she wondered what Jerry Jacks would possibly want with both of them. She knew she was kidnapped before, when she was very young. Those memories were lost in the recesses of her mind but she knew Michael remembered. Since then, he had always looked out for his siblings and protected them. She knew he was thinking up escape tactics as they were ushered far from the crowds of tourist. She just hoped he didn't get hurt in the process.

The goon shoved her forward into a deserted alleyway. She looked over at Michael, equally helpless, with a gun aimed at his spine as well.

Jerry pulled out his phone and dialed.

"Yes, the children are in my custody," he laughed maliciously at the response, "Return to Port Charles? That may serve your purposes but they certainly don't serve mine. Goodbye darling."

Once the call was disconnected, he tossed the phone into a nearby dumpster.

"Now," he smiled humorlessly at the siblings, "The real fun begins."

At that moment, the shooting began. Kristina yelped and ducked away from the guard who landed in a heap beside her. A strong arm grabbed her by the waist and hauled her away. She struggled at first but realized the other arm was shooting against Jerry and his men. She gazed up into the blue eyes of her savior.

Jason Morgan.

Kristina gaped at him, but he paid her no heed as he reloaded his gun and resumed firing. Michael ducked after them, a stone faced Milo following close by.

"Sam's cornered," Milo's tone was brisk and businesslike, a complete change from his demeanor at the bed and breakfast.

Jason nodded, expression as blank as always, "Get them out of here."

Milo tucked his gun away and began ushering them away from the fight. By the time Kristina's breathing had evened to a steady rate, they were in their room at the B&B. Michael rounded on Milo as the body guard began gathering things from around the room.

Milo shrugged, "My guess is that Jerry has had men stationed here since we hopped the train."

"Not Jerry," Michael gritted out, "Jason and Sam."

Milo was quiet for a moment as he struggled with his zipper.

"Sam's a P.I. and a damn good one," he offered.

"Not buying it."

Milo sighed, "Ok. The owner of this place is a trusted friend. He called Jason when we got here. Speaking of, can I have my phone back?"

"Only once Krissy and I leave for good."

"That's not happening Michael," the three turned to find Jason and Sam standing in the doorway.

Michael opened his mouth to protest but Sam but in, "I am not above using my taser gun. We would be in Jersey before you even woke up."

"At least she has a real weapon," Milo muttered.

This is un-betaed, so excuse any mistakes! Sorry that I've been off the radar! I really lost my inspiration for this fic but it came back suddenly recently. I have most of the next chapter done, so expect that one soon. =) Hope you enjoy!