Jason handled it better than Elizabeth did, for obvious reasons. He gave the young man one cold menacing look before taking out his phone and barking out a few orders to the men to come out and 'clean things up.'

Cam was artfully avoiding his mother's confused looks, tucking his gun in the back of his pants. "I... I thought Jason was going to some kind of business thing."

"Business? What do you know about- Where did you get that gun?" Elizabeth's voice was little more than a harsh whisper.

"Mom," Cameron looked over at Jason for a moment, "can't we talk about this later?"

"I want to know where you got a gun? I want to know when you had the time to go and do something so incredibly stupid. Cameron!"

His eyes narrowed in anger, but he didn't say anything to her. Not then. He heard the hurt in her voice and knew there was nothing he could say to take that away.

"Elizabeth." Jason reached out and took hold of her hand. "My men are on the way, but we have to go."

She wanted to argue, he could see it in her face. No matter how many years that gone since they'd last seen each other he could read her expression easily.

"Let's go."

Elizabeth's gaze was fixed on Cameron's face but she torn them away. "Fine. We'll go, but we'll talk about this tonight." Cameron nodded and stood, offering his mother a hand up. She took it and gained her feet a moment later. "Jason? Are you-" She stopped mid-sentence, moving toward him before she knew what she was doing. "Jason? Oh God, no-"

Jason leaned heavily on the cold cement wall, his hand covering his thigh. The shadows were dark, but the material of his jeans beneath his hand was darker.

"You're hit." Elizabeth had already reached into her purse and took out a kerchief, a habit from raising two boys, and tied it around his thigh to stop the flow of blood. "Jason, your men can take your bike, we'll go in my car." Her gaze caught at Cam's and she nodded at him. "You wanted to know about the business? Here's your chance. Help me get him to my car."

Cam wasn't going to argue with her. Not then. Not when her eyes were burning with anger and something deeper... like fear.

He was slim, but Cameron had grown up strong. He wrapped an arm around Jason and froze. Jason leaned closer to the young man and whispered. "Don't say a thing, just get me to the car."

Even though he was young he understood what Jason was saying to him. He knew the man was holding it together so his mother wouldn't worry. It was one thing they could agree on.

Elizabeth nearly dropped the keys in her haste to open the car. "Where-" she looked over the top of the car at Jason and Cameron, "where do I take you... to get you help."

Jason's mouth lifted in a little smile and she felt warmth flood her body... fighting off her fear. "Your studio."

She drew in a breath, steadying herself, and then she unlocked the car doors. "Okay... get in the car."