Getting into his office, Sonny slams the door shut, replaying his encounter with Elizabeth in his mind. She seemed confident, maybe too confident, which had him needing to know if there was any truth to her implications. Calling up Stan, he ordered him to figure out who has bought up collections by Elizabeth and see if there was any legitimacy to her claims.

His entire plan was starting to fall right into place, each step of the plan has finally come into play, and he couldn't risk it falling apart because little miss innocent made a few powerful friends. Rolling his head from side to side, Sonny takes a seat behind his desk.

Until he gets word from Stan, he's just going to assume that she's bluffing and make sure that his plan was still set to go down. Pulling out a few files, Sonny makes call after call, checking in with all the active pieces in his puzzle, knowing that some of them needed to be checked on from time to time.

"What, Sonny?" his sister's voice comes on over the line.

"How're things going?"

"Things are fine." she states. "Stop checking up on me until the time comes."

"I just want to be sure that you're okay with everything, that's all."

"Why don't you fuck a guy and then we'll talk." Courtney counters irritably. "I'm a lesbian, Sonny! That means I like women not pricks!"

"Finish this and you'll be back to screwing your girlfriend." Sonny counters simply. "I'm sure you and your lover can do with the money, right?"

"Stop calling until the time, Sonny." Courtney states. "And when this is done...stay out of my life."

"Fair enough."

Ending the call, Sonny calls up the rest of the players in his little plan, making sure everything was still set. With a slight smile on his face, Sonny hangs up the phone and settles back into his desk chair. Things have fallen right into place, now all he has to do is wait for Stan's report and he'll be able to set it into motion.

"You can stare at me all night, Jason." Elizabeth says simply, meeting his stare with one of her own. "I'm not telling you anything."

"If you want to get home, you will." he counters simply, his arms folded across his chest, leaning against the door.

"What makes you think I care about getting back?" Elizabeth retorts, folding her arms across her chest. "I can just sleep upstairs. Or on the couch...or the floor. I can even sleep standing up if I have to."

"You really want me to do it, don't you?" Jason pushes away from the door. "You want me to push you as hard as I can until you tell me."

"You can push me as hard as you can and I still won't tell you." Elizabeth says simply. "Hell, you can torture me like one of your enemies and I still won't utter a single word...well, nothing near the truth, at least."

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Because I don't want to." Elizabeth states. "Its been my secret since the night we broke up...you didn't care about it then, why should I tell you now?"

"The night we broke up?" he looks at her curiously, trying to remember that night. "So it has something to do with your accident?"

"It wasn't an accident." she snaps, taking a deep breath to control her temper. "And you know that."

"Right...sorry." Jason shakes his head. "What do you want to call it then?"

"I don't care what you call it...just don't call it an accident." Elizabeth states plainly, moving to stand by the window. "It wasn't an accident."

"Why can't you just tell me?" Jason asks seriously, walking up to stand behind her.

"Because I don't want to." Elizabeth stares out the window, trying to banish the memories. "Other than the doctors, only two other people know the truth...well, three if you count that person."

"What person?" Jason asks curiously, turning her to face him. "Just tell me, please."

"No." she states, tears frozen in her eyes. "I'm not telling you."

He was about to say something when his cellphone started ringing, the ringtone that he had set for Stan. With a sigh, he walks away and answers it, knowing that he had to get his argument together before he tried to push for more information.

"What?" Jason answers sternly.

"Just thought you should know that Sonny ordered a specific background check on Elizabeth Webber." Stan informs. "What do you want me to do?"

"Give him the answer he wants to hear." Jason says plainly. "Call me when its done."

"You got it." Stan replies before ending the call.

Tossing his cellphone onto the desk, Jason turns around to look at Elizabeth, something in Stan's tone had him curious. A part of him didn't want to deter from what they were discussing, but, maybe if he played his cards right, he could get her to talk about the other thing.

"Sonny just ordered a background check on you." Jason comments, walking over to her. "Do you feel like telling me what happened at that dinner now?"

"I may have told him that I have a few clients that are well connected, powerfully dangerous, men." Elizabeth shrugs. "And that, if he did anything to me, he'd regret it."

"Were you just bluffing?"

"No." Elizabeth shakes her head. "A good number of my high paying clients are from your world...art doesn't discriminate."

"Who exactly?"

"Yet another thing I'm not telling you." Elizabeth says simply. "They're rather discrete...I take my client list very seriously. The only way you're getting those names is if I end up calling them."

"You weren't kidding." Jason sighs, looking at her intently. "You really have changed."

"What did you expect?" Elizabeth counters. "I don't hold anything against you...not anymore, at least. Doesn't mean we're as good as we used to be, Jason."

The look in her eyes told him enough, she had blamed him for whatever happened to her and that made him want to know even more. He knew things had ended badly between them, but he was starting to realize that he didn't really know just how badly it had ended from her point of view.

"You wanted to see me?" Johnny questions, walking into the office.

"I've called all the others." Sonny says simply, pouring two glasses of scotch. "You, I wanted to see in person."

"Can I ask why?" Johnny questions, accepting the scotch and the chair offered.

"Just because." Sonny states, taking a seat behind his desk. "Act like you've spent the last month off the grid and fill me in on everything."

Downing the scotch, Johnny fills him in on everything that has happened between him and Elizabeth. A part of him felt sick for what he was doing, but it was either this or run the risk of being killed. As he's laying it all out there for Sonny, he watched as his boss's lips turned up into a smirk.

"Good, good." Sonny shakes his head. "So, she trusts you."

"Yeah." Johnny says plainly. "She trusts me."

"Good." Sonny refills Johnny's glass. "Keep it up...the time's almost here."

"Can I get back to work now?" Johnny questions after downing the glass of scotch.

"Go ahead." Sonny says, stopping him before he walks out the door by saying, "Don't get any smart ideas, O'Brien. I won't have you fucking up my plans."

"I won't." Johnny states through gritted teeth before shutting the door behind him.

Returning to his post by Francis, he pulls out a picture of Elizabeth and lets out a sigh. He never wanted to be the one to hurt her, he loved her so much, but he couldn't avoid it. Sonny owned his life and he had no choice but to do what he has been ordered. Even if it meant hurting the one person he never wants to harm.

"Miss her, huh?" Francis guesses, smiling slightly.

"Wouldn't you?" Johnny counters, staring at her picture intently. "I never thought I'd ever have a chance with her."

"Me neither." Francis teases, laughing softly when Johnny glares at him. "What? Its the truth...but she has given you a chance. So, word to the wise, don't fuck it up."

Jason and Elizabeth returned to their staring contest after she ordered a few large pizzas. After she told him that she didn't exactly eat at her dinner with Sonny, he relented and sat back while she ordered her pizza. Now that the call was made and they were just waiting, they've done nothing but stare at each other.

"Thank you." Elizabeth says to the delivery guy, taking the pizza and leaving the paying to Jason.

"You order and I have to pay." Jason shakes his head, handing the guy the money and a tip before shutting the door in the guy's face. "How is that fair?"

"I'd pay if you weren't keeping me captive here." Elizabeth counters, plopping down on the couch. "I'll pay you back if you let me leave."

"Eat your pizza." Jason says plainly, walking into the kitchen to get them something to drink.

"That's what I thought." Elizabeth mutters, pulling out a slice of pizza and taking a huge bite out of it. Damn, pizza tastes amazing when you're starving.

The rest of the night went by and Jason wasn't able to break her. Nothing he could think of worked. She used to be stubborn as hell, but this was a whole different level of stubbornness that he had never seen before. She was adamant on keeping her secret to herself, even if he knew that it would affect his life, as well.

Didn't mean he was willing to let her leave. So, instead of returning to the mansion, they bot fell asleep in the penthouse. Jason, in the room that he shares with Sam, while Elizabeth slept in the guest bedroom down the hall. Both trying to figure out new forms of argument for the next morning.

Elizabeth figures that he'd have to give up sooner or later and let her leave. Jason swears that neither of them will leave until she fesses up and just tells him what the hell happened. Falling asleep in their separate beds, Jason and Elizabeth both fall asleep thinking about the night they broke up.

"I'll tell you what you want to know." Elizabeth says in a hushed tone, standing in his doorway early the next morning, tears frozen in her eyes.

"About your clients?" he guesses, sitting up against his headboard.

"No." she shakes her head. "About us...about what happened."

"What changed your mind?" Jason questions, gesturing for her to sit down beside him.

"Does it matter?" she counters, walking over to sit in front of him instead. "I'm gonna tell you. You should be happy about that."

"It matters to me." he says seriously. "What changed your mind?"

"I dreamt about it last night." she concedes, taking a deep breath. "And the anniversary of that night is coming up soon...a few days from now."

"Yeah...I know." he shakes his head, he always leaves town when the date comes up, but this time he's stuck because of Lila. "I'm just surprised, that's all. I thought it would take more to get it out of you."

"Do you want me to tell you or not?" she counters seriously. "I can keep it to myself till the day I die...its what I had planned to do."

"You know I want you to tell me."

"Okay then." Elizabeth states. "Get comfortable now because you won't be later."

And in that moment, a part of Jason didn't want to know. He didn't want her to tell him because the look in her eyes, the pain and heartache, it was too much for him to bear. The look in her eyes the night before was nothing compared to the look in her eyes now. She's not holding anything back. Her emotions are vibrant in her eyes for him to see as clear as day.

"She was bluffing." Stan tells Sonny, handing him the doctored documents. "She doesn't have any connections to the mob...other than with Johnny."

"Perfect." Sonny says with a smug smile. "Good work, Stan. Expect a bonus in your next paycheck."

"Thanks, boss." Stan replies, leaving a very happy Sonny in his wake when he leaves the office.

"Time to show that bitch who's in charge." Sonny states, shutting the file Stan gave him. "No one messes with Sonny Corinthos and lives to talk about it."