Sam could feel her world coming apart at the seams. She had waited all night for Jason to come home, but he never did. Then, in the morning, she found a message waiting for her when she came downstairs. She told herself not to worry.

Telling herself that Jason was on some kind of assignment and that's why he was out of town. It couldn't be for the reasons she dare not speak of. He's going to marry her. He promised her that he'd take care of her. That he'd make sure she was okay.

"No." Sam says, sliding into her jacket. "This wedding is still happening and all I need to do now is buy the dress."

Taking her purse and tossing her keys in, Sam lets the guards know where she needs to go and heads down to the car with them. The wedding is happening. He won't leave her standing. She had to trust that. She had to trust that he'd keep his word. Trust. And a whole lot of faith.

"Where am I?" Elizabeth tries to sit up, her head aching severely, but she is unable to move.

She tries to open her eyes, but the bright light has a searing affect on her eyes - forcing her to shut them tightly. The cold is the next thing to register after the silence. It was eerily quiet, sending chills down her spine, goosebumps covering her skin that had nothing to do with the coldness in the room.

Wherever she is, she's strapped down, she could feel the restraints on her wrists and ankles. Elizabeth tries again to open her eyes, squinting against the bright lights, trying her hardest to see through the fog. The fear is creeping up on her, she couldn't move any part of her body. She was starting to feel, but she still couldn't move.

"I'm so sorry." a female voice speaks beside her. "I never wanted any part of this. I just can't lose my son."

Elizabeth tries her hardest to turn her head, wanting - no, needing - to see the woman talking to her. Through the blurry haze, she sees the basic features of the woman, a look of remorse clearly on her face. She's injecting something into an IV needle and Elizabeth tries to beg her not to, but nothing coherent comes out. Its nothing but groaning mumbles.

"Don't worry." she whispers, gently stroking Elizabeth's hair. "What I'm giving you has no affect on your unborn blessing. I would never hurt a child, in or out of the womb. I promise you...you'll be just fine."

"P..pl..please." Elizabeth manages to get out, the darkness threatening to swallow her whole once more, a silent tear falling from her eye. "please..."

"I'm so sorry." the woman apologizes again. "This will be over soon...just give into it. Sleep this nightmare away and dream of better places. You'll be better off that way."

"Please..." Elizabeth whispers, her eyes slowly shutting, the darkness overcoming her once again. "please."

"No one will hurt you here." the woman promises. "I'll make sure of it...just rest."

Jason gets off the plane and heads straight for the place Robin told him off. He was anxious to see her. His heart was pounding in his chest that he could have sworn the people in the plane could hear it. Driving as fast as he can, he gets to the hospital in record time.

"Parlez-vous anglais?" Jason questions the nurse.

"Yes." the nurse replies. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for Doctor Robin Scorpio."

"Ah, Dr. Scorpio." the woman smiles fondly. "Yes, she's on the fifth floor with the children. Just take the elevator up to the fifth floor and follow the butterfly arrows."

"Great, thanks." Jason takes the elevator and follows the butterfly arrows all the way to the large playroom.

"Jason?" Robin excuses herself before walking over to him. "What are you doing in Venice?"

"I'm looking for Elizabeth." Jason says quickly. "I know this is crazy because I didn't run after her the last time she left, but I'm here now and I need her to know that."

"Your mouth is moving, but I don't understand anything you're saying." Robin says seriously, pulling him to the side. "What are you talking about?"

"I need to tell Elizabeth that I love her." Jason says with conviction. "I know that she left with you to get away from me, but I can't give her up without a fight. I just can't do it this time."

"Jason, what are you talking about?" Robin eyes him, fear gripping her heart as she stares at him. "Elizabeth didn't come to Venice with me."

"What are you talking about?" Jason looks at her sternly. "She left me a note saying she was leaving Port Charles with you."

"No, I left Port Charles by myself." Robin states clearly, trying to get through to him. "I'm only here for two weeks. I'm supposed to meet up with her once I got back to town."

"She's not here?" Jason knew the answer, but he couldn't grasp it.

"No!" Robin says with conviction. "Jason, what's going on?"

"But...if she's not here...where is she?" Jason slumped down onto one of the chairs. "I don't understand this."

"You said something about a note." Robin sits down beside him. "Do you have it with you?"

Jason digs in his pocket, pulling out the note that had practically ripped his heart out. A part of him wanted to believe that she didn't leave him that note, but a larger part feared the reason she wasn't the one to leave it. The look on Robin's face didn't give him any relief.

"She didn't write this." Robin hands it back to him. "Whoever wrote that copied her handwriting from before she left to Paris."

"How do you know?"

"After Liz started at the gallery, she started drawing three small hearts on the corner of anything she writes." Robin explains. "It has become sort of a signature. She puts it on her art as well."

"I have to get back to Port Charles." Jason stands up abruptly and starts to walk away when Robin yanks him back into place.

"You're not going alone." Robin says firmly. "I'm going with you."

"What about your stuff?" Jason counters. "We don't have time to pack your stuff..."

"Its still packed." Robin calls up her superior, apologizing for having to leave early. "Let's go."

On the way to the hotel, Robin is calling Francis and Johnny, not giving a care to Jason telling her not to. Something about not knowing who has her and blah blah blah. Robin couldn't care less at this point. Her best friend is out there somewhere with some godforsaken person, she's not taking any chances.

Its an eight and a half hour flight from where they are to Port Charles and they didn't have a second to lose. Once the guys make a promise to keep the search just between them, Robin grabs her bags and they're off to the airport. They'll find Elizabeth. Any other options just wouldn't do.

"Where do we start?" Johnny asks, meeting up with Francis on the steps of Elizabeth's gallery.

"The only place we can start." Francis says plainly. "The last place we know for a fact she was."

"That would be the airport."

"Exactly." Francis says, gesturing for him to get in the truck. "I have a friend that can get us into the traffic cameras. We need to find out where she went after she left the airport."

Getting into the truck, the two friends head off to the cabin that Francis's friend was staying. Both have a sick feeling coursing through them, but neither want to voice their assumptions. The only thing that mattered right now is finding Elizabeth and bringing her home safely.

Francis didn't have to do much explaining before his friend, Vic, got on it. The simple mention of Elizabeth and Vic was typing away at this laptop like a crazy man. Johnny and Francis stand by as the computer genius does his magic, pulling up all the footage he could spot Elizabeth on.

Linking the footage into one reel, Vic plays for the two men. Francis sits on the chair, right in front of the screen, needing to see her alive and well. Willing her to be that way when they find her. At the end of the footage, they watch her driving into the hospital parking lot in the direction of the parking garage.

"Can you pull up the footage from the garage?" Francis questions as the screen fuzzes out.

"It'll take a while to break through their firewalls." Vic says, cracking his knuckles. "Grab me a drink from the fridge."

"You pull this off and I'll keep you stocked for a year." Francis says, walking off to the fridge in the corner of the room.

"I'll hold you to it." Vic says, taking the drink and downing half before getting back to work on the hospital mainframe.

While he's working hard at his laptop, Francis and Johnny do their pacing outside. They were doing it inside, but Vic snapped at them about being a weird distraction and banished them to the porch. They couldn't help it, the pacing that is, they were both freaking out inside. Not knowing who had her was really getting to them. Pulling their guns when a car pulls up, Johnny and Francis are shocked to see Jason and Robin getting out of the car.

"Let me guess...Jason flew the plane?" Johnny looked at them curiously.

"He threatened to kill the pilots if they didn't let him fly it." Robin shrugs, walking past them into the cabin. "Hey, Vic. Have you got anything yet?"

"Not just yet." Vic says as she plops down beside him. "Beautiful as always."

"Thanks." Robin smiles slightly. "You should really get out of this place more often."

"We'll see." Vic smirks, finally breaking through the firewall and getting into the mainframe. "We're in."

With that comment, they all gathered around the screen, anxious with anticipation as Elizabeth came on the screen. They watched with bated breath as the moment played out on the screen. Each of their hearts aching as she was grabbed from behind, clearly chloroformed. With a twist of fate, the person who took Elizabeth turns his head to the side, making sure that no one was watching him. Little did he know that the camera caught his face in the process.

"You've got to be kidding me." Francis states with disdain at the same time Johnny mutters, "What the hell?"

"Ruiz." Jason states, clenching his fists at his side. "Son of a bitch."

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