Ummm I think there may a very MINOR spoiler ahead, but well...Maybe wait to read till mid-next week, if ya really care. :-P
Hmm yea let's go AU, shall we? Because while you ALL know that I'll take ANYONE with Jason as long as it isn't Liz, I mean seriously, truly nails on chalkboard, I'd probably even sit through a Jason/Sonny scene before watching them, Brazen is TOTALLY preferable to Jason and Claudia (Umm yea okay I did like Carly and Jason, but….whatever I love VM waaaay more than SB).
So the whole spoiler thing where Lulu offs Logan (seriously, they need to turn her catatonic until they can return her to the character that entertained me) and Claudia and Jason are suspects….You know what they're setting up or hinting at setting up. :-( (still though WAAAY better than Liz), but what if Jason had a different alibi for the night?? So wherever they have Jason at the moment forget it…He's in a MUCH different (not to mention better) place. :-P
The Path to…
Salvation
He was as he always was when they brought him in. Stoic. As was normally the case when they brought him in, he could offer an alibi, they rarely brought him in for something he had actually committed. However it wasn't an alibi he was comfortable using.
"You know Jason, this could go a lot faster if you just told me where you are, unless you..." Diane's eyebrows wiggled as she leaned on the interrogation table.
"I did not kill Logan Hayes," he repeated to her.
"But you were otherwise, indisposed??" a knowing look this time.
He remained silent.
"In flagrante perhaps?"
His turn to lift his eyes up to her and give her a look, one in which he hoped reminded her she was his employee.
Like normal, it didn't. "A certain Florence Nightingale?"
"I was not with Liz."
"I'm just saying," she stood straight, " if you were," she nodded. She leaned in, "I'm sure we could bend it so no one would get the-"
"I was not with Liz," he repeated firmly.
Her eyes narrowed on him and not for the first time in their professional relationship did she make him feel uncomfortable, she scrutinized more so than any lawyer before her, almost as much as Carly did sometimes. "But you were with someone," she nodded mostly to herself, she sighed as she stood, she smirked, "Sam of course, Alexis will probably find a dozen trumped up charges once she realizes you're-"
"Sam and I aren't together anymore," he snapped.
Her mouth opened again, about to propose another partner.
"Just get me out of here, isn't that what I pay you to do?"
"Fine," she huffed, "no need to get snippy about it. Just trying to do my job. Make it more difficult, you always do," she shrugged.
They'd brought Claudia in a half hour ago and he was sure she was ready to spin some story about the two of them, she'd tried to convey it as she passed him, but they'd hustled her off to the interrogation room too quickly for her to speak and left him chained to a chair, apparently they preferred having him on display rather than locked up in a cell. Annoying, but he was used to it and with the way his week was going, it made perfect sense. They'd keep him for 24 hours without a doubt, and that meant he had 21 to go.
He was staring straight ahead as she walked into the station. A belted floral dress that reminded him of her room, her hair high in a ponytail, sunglasses perched atop her head. He would have let out a chuckle, if he wasn't so annoyed she was getting involved in this.
She stopped and rolled her eyes as she noticed him looking at her, "You did this on purpose," she told him as she strode forward.
"You shouldn't have come," he quickly countered.
"And leave you to rot in jail?" her head tilted to the side.
"I didn't do it, they can't hold me."
She let out a quick laugh, "That's the only time they do hold people," her head swung around the room, plenty had stopped to look at her with their mouths open at her unexpected arrival, there had been plenty of bets of how Morgan would get off this time, but she hadn't been on anyone's list.
"Okay Jason I think," Diane stopped abruptly as she came upon them. She stared; then she blinked, "You're Brenda Barrett."
"That would be me," she turned to Diane.
"Oh my," Diane's gaze quickly went between the two of them, "this I must say, I did not expect," her pointed lifted up then quickly returned to a fist against her mouth.
"And you are?" Brenda's voice was tinged with attitude; the last place she wanted to be was the PCPD.
"Diane Miller, my attorney," he nodded.
"How's that going?" she turned to him with a smirk, ready to let him rot or at least tease him with the thought.
"It would go a lot better if your former husband would share his whereabouts for 2 nights ago."
"Been uncooperative?" she quickly tilted her head at Diane as she continued to stare down Jason.
"As normal," she sighed and rolled her eyes, he certainly did make her earn her salary. "I don't suppose you can help with that?"
She smirked again, "I was just told I shouldn't be here."
"Ignore him; I have a date I'd rather not miss."
"Almost as good of a reason as pissing you off," she smiled before she turned to Diane, lifting her bag.
"Oh my god," Diane exclaimed forgetting she was trying to get her boss off for murder, again. "Yves Saint Laurent's Rive Gauche Tote?" she yanked at the large black crocodile purse Brenda had just lifted.
"A little last season," she said lifting her arm to aid Diane's examination, "but I was in a rush when I packed."
"Season, shmeason, it's still beautiful," she stroked it longingly.
"I'll tell you what," Brenda smiled brightly, "you get him out in a half hour, it's yours."
Her eyes fell dejected, but her hands didn't release the bag. "He won't tell me where he was, I may be good, but I can't find a killer in a half hour."
"Hmmm," Brenda said pulling back the bag, which Diane let go of with a whimper, she pouted along with Diane, as Diane slowly was able to look at her and not the bag. "Don't suppose," she looked inside of her bag and started to pull something out, "these could help."
Black vhs tapes emerged.
"Are those?"
"Surveillance tapes that put Jason 2 hours away in Rochester?"
"Ah," she near sung, "I thought this one had ruined another perfect day, but instead Yves Saint Laurent, my Max and showing Alexis up," she giddily almost bounced as she snatched the tapes from Brenda's hand.
"It gets better," Brenda smiled, she pulled out a scrap of paper, "numbers of all the hotel employees who saw us repeatedly during the hours of 6pm and noon."
Diane stopped and frowned at Jason, "You called her," hips twitched to give her a cocky stance as she menacingly stared at Jason, "you acted completely uncooperative and made me lose a beautiful afternoon in which I could have actually been doing something productive and all along you knew she was coming," she gestured to Brenda with the tapes.
"Oh," Brenda shook her head, "he didn't know I was coming."
"You just happened to show up with numerous articles that provide his alibi?" she turned disbelieving.
Brenda's eyes fluttered up as her head gently shook, realizing just how ridiculous that was. "You get good at some things after awhile."
TBC (very soon, but sleepy time now :-P)
So any comments?
(will just be a short little 'Brenda returns story' not to be continued outside of the PCPD)
Thanks for reading!!
(man and will someone tell me what's going wrong with Slippery Slope, I just cannot seem to recapture, whatever it was that story had going for it).
