Jason Morgan was a man defeated. In his car on the way to the airport was not where he wanted to be right now. What he really wanted was to be back at the hotel looking for clues as to who took his wife. Even though the officers assured him that they were extremely detailed in their search, Jason had enough experience with the incompetence of the PCPD to doubt the validity of that.

The only genuine evidence that they found to point toward foul play was the blood he prayed to God did not belong to Sam, the shattered balcony door, and the ransacked look of the room. No fingerprints, no clothing fibers, no hair particles… nothing that didn't belong to the bride, groom, body guard, or maid.

Unfortunately among those objects dwelled the small item he was currently playing with. Carefully fingering the cool metal, Jason held his only connection to Sam… her wedding band that was enhanced with the smallest, albeit unsurpassed, GPS locating device. He hoped something that required its use would never happen, especially not this soon, and he can't even use it.

This ass hole was smart, Jason would give him that. Not only was the ring left behind, but it was carefully placed on the nightstand along with a note reading: Not this time. It was almost like whoever took Sam, knew for a fact that Jason would have placed something in the wedding band.

He knew that getting his guys in that room before it was cleaned and rented out again was essential to locating her… Whoever did this crossed the line from business to personal when they kidnapped a pregnant woman. Not even Sonny had ever had to deal with this either time Carly was pregnant… and lucky for him, his pregnant wife was safe and sound at home.

What scared Jason the most was having to wonder what they were going to do to Sam and the baby. Did they know about his unborn child? Is that why they took Sam, to take his baby? Were they going to make him choose between his wife and child? If he was honest with himself, the terror he felt was greater than he had ever experienced… and Jason Morgan never showed fear.

In order to catch this guy, he needed to keep his famous stone cold exterior. He needed to be "working with" the police in Belize while also getting his men digging deeper than any cop would approve of. Unfortunately, he was now on his way back to Port Charles and away from both investigations all because of a phone call

2 hours ago

He was overseeing the search of his hotel room and dictating just exactly what he wanted said in the news alert. One of the officers handed him the note and wedding band at the exact same time that he felt his cell vibrate in his pocket.

"Morgan" He hadn't bothered checking who it was before answering so he was surprised at his mother's voice on the other line

"Jason, I heard what happened to Sam and I am really sorry. But you need to get back to Port Charles as soon as possible."

Rubbing a hand across his face he sighed, knowing that his mother wouldn't be calling if it wasn't important. "What's going on? Is it Maxie?"

"Sort of… I don't know if you have heard about what is wrong with Spinelli but, long story short, he needs a bone marrow transplant. Now I tested everybody else and have no match. Maxie is willing to get tested, but due to her being a minor, I can't run the test without parental consent."

"Well you have my consent. If she really wants to do it then I don't have an issue with it." He continued to watch police officers sweep the room for any other clues. One of them swabbed up some of the blood to be sent for genetic testing. Jason told them that he wants to be sure that it did not belong to his wife.

"It isn't that simple, Jason. I have no problem performing the test but the lab will refuse to run it without a signature." Her voice sounded like she had thought through any other possibility and come up empty.

"What about Diane? Can't she sign it? I mean… I already love Spinelli like a son, but I know he would rather me look for his sister. Diane is his aunt. Isn't that good enough?" Jason sounded exasperated and torn as he listened to Monica and overlooked the police department at the same time.

"I tried that, Jason. Believe me; I have tried everything else I could think of before I called you. The only way they will test Maxie is if you sign the paper work… and then maybe you could be tested as well."

"Alright, I'll leave shortly. Just let me rap up here at the hotel" He was tired, frustrated, and worried. The last thing that he wanted to do was travel, but he knew that this was what he had to do. Sam would have his head if he let anything happen to her brother.

Interrupting his thoughts was the sound of what he believed to be a cell phone. Jason knew for a fact that it wasn't his so by default it had to be Sam's. Thinking about it made him smile because she would be the only one that he knew to have the song "You Got a Friend in Me" for a ringtone. Pulling over to the side of the road, he finally located the singing device under the passenger seat.

The caller ID read Joey and he was debating whether to pick up the phone until he looked at the ID picture. It was of Sam with her arm around another woman's shoulders. Her hair was similar in color to his wife's but was of a more wavy nature. Both women had the same mocha eyes and they were both smiling.

Thinking about it for a minute, he became conscious of the fact that his new wife had played him on the plane. A smile crept to his face as he realized that she purposely made him jealous of a guy that was really just one of her girlfriends.

Realizing that the phone had stopped ringing, he contemplated calling the person he now knew was a woman back. Before he got the chance, however, the childish song filled the air once again. Deciding to answer, he placed the phone up to his ear and wasn't even able to say anything before she started talking

"Sam… I know that it's your honeymoon and all, but I really need you to listen to me. Not long after we talked, I went home and found my front door unlocked…"

"Listen, now is not a good time." Jason interrupted. There really wasn't anything that she had to say that he wanted to hear right now.

"Who the hell is this?" The surprised tone in the women's voice did not go unnoticed by him

"I'm her husband and don't have time to talk with you right now. Sam is missing and her brother is in the hospital. So if we could just end this now…"

"Did you say that Sam is missing? How could he have known? I didn't tell him anything!" Jason could tell that she was panicking but what alarmed him was what she was saying

"Who are you talking about?" The manner in which he spoke startled her out of her ramble and helped regain her focus

"When I got home there was this guy sitting in my living room. I immediately grabbed the phone and threatened to call the police if he didn't leave. He told me that he knew Sam and I were friends and that I had talked to her. He asked me where she was staying…. Oh my god…. Oh my god. I swear I didn't say a word. All I told him was that I didn't know. This guy just stood there staring at me. I slowly backed up out of the house, got in my car, and just drove" This was bad. Whoever took Sam knew her in the past, something even she wasn't sure about anymore.

"Alright, calm down… one or both of these phones may possibly be tapped so this is what I want you to do…. Stay in public and meet me at the airport. Make sure you are not followed." After he heard her agree, he promptly hung up and sped his way to the airport.