Author's Note: I've decided to place this here, as more of warning. I need to remind you all I'm not a professional writer. This chapter was very hard to write. I wanted to do justice for our couple, but I didn't get too graphic cause well...just wasn't sure how graphic you all wanted. I hope you enjoy this. It took a long time to write and I still not sure if it's the best it can be. LOVE YOU ALL. LOOKING FORWARD TO THE REVIEWS.

Spinelli was hard at work, attempting to determine what was happening with Brenda. He searched thousands of hours of surveillance footage, knowing the images would be playing in his head later that night.

"You find anything?"Jason questioned, entering his office at the warehouse.

"No! Nothing," he answered, peering up from his laptop. "I mean, there is an abundance amount of footage of the Divine One falling to the pavement. There is audio of a gun firing, but no bullet. I'm can't even determine what direction the gun was fired," the cyber geek explained.

Jason ran his hand over his face. "Nothing! That's all I've been getting lately."

"What about our acquaintances in Paris?"

"They found nothing, just like everyone else. No one there can come up with a reason why someone would want to kill Brenda," he declared, discouraged.

"Stone Cold, have thou conversed with the Divine One about this?"

"I don't want to speak to her about anything," he admitted.

"She leaves the second you uncover what is transpiring. You and the Fair One can then take the penthouse back," he implied.

Jason frowned, "Expect, you and Maxie will still be there."

"Negative!"

"What?"

"Fair Maximista and I are in the process of relocating back to her apartment," he informed him.

"Are you serious?" Spinelli nodded excitedly. "Well, if you need help."

"No, it's okay. We recognize that you need your place back. We are doing just that, Master."

Jason grinned at his friend's words. Now he needed to rid of his biggest nightmare.

"What does Stone Cold want yours truly to do?" he asked, pointing at his computer.

"I guess, keep looking," he instructed. "You can do that at the penthouse."

"Yes, sir," the man replied, collecting his things.

"Look, I need a favor from you," Jason stated.

"Anything for you, Stone Cold," he declared, placing himself directly in front of the enforcer.

"I need you to look after Brenda tonight."

"Why?

"I'm taking Ally away for the night," he mumbled.

"Stone Cold..."

"Don't say a word," he warned the man.

"What is your intended destination?"

"Metro Court," he answered.

"Valkerie won't let you have a peaceful evening if she knows you are there."

"That's why I had Maxie make the reservations," he informed as his phone chimed in his pocket.

A smile spread across the hit-man's face while reading Ally's text message.

"Well, it looks like you have an evening ahead of you. I let you get prepared," Spinelli said, patting his friend's shoulder. "I'll look over the Divine One."

Jason nodded, eyes on his phone, while he sent a quick text back to Ally.

"Milo," he called out. The young guard entered the office with a smile. "I need you to contact Max and ask him to have Ally at the Metro Court at seven. She is not to check-in at the desk, just come straight to the room. Room 1213," he explained, collecting his belongings.

"Yes, Boss."

"Can you lock up the warehouse for me tonight?"

"Of course, sir."

"Once the building is secure, you can have the rest of the night off," he offered, pulling his leather jacket on.

"Thank you, Mr. Morgan," the guard expressed.

"Not a problem. In fact, you can have tomorrow off as well," he said, walking past the guard.

"Seriously?" Milo questioned, surprised.

"Yes, I am. I'm not working tomorrow," he expressed to his employee.

Jason placed his phone in his pocket before straddling his bike. He needed to make a quick stop at Crimson to get some things from Maxie, before heading to the suite.

"Thank you for this," Jason expressed to the blonde while searching through the bag that she had put together.

Maxie laughed, perching herself on her desk. "You know, if anyone saw us like this, they might think we are friends."

Jason gazed up at the woman. "We're sorta friends."

"Sure," she giggled, patting his arm. "Enjoy your night, while Spinelli and I deal with the nightmare at the penthouse."

"I know you hate her, but try not to kill," Jason suggested.

"I'll try. No promises," she mumbled, walking around her desk. "Here are the keys to the suite. It's all set, for the most part." Jason quirked an eyebrow at the woman. "Calm down. I kept it simple," she stated.

"Thanks," he uttered.

"Oh, I want you to take that garment bag, give it to Ally. Tell her it's from yours truly," she said, grinning.

Jason peered over his shoulder. "Maxie, there's two."

"One of them is for you."

"Maxie," he groaned.

"Look, I know you plan to stay in, but...just in case you decide not to, use what's in the bags," she explained. "It's a big night for both of you."

"I guess," he mumbled.

"Jason Morgan," she scolded. "Make tonight special. Try to be spontaneous and maybe take her dancing," she instructed with a smile.

"I'll think about it."

"You do that."

"You act like I don't know what I'm doing," he commented.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

"Maxie," he beckoned. "Just stop! Please!" He collected everything that he needed and stood by the door. He slowly turned to face her. "I will do everything in my power to make tonight special for her. I love her, and I would never do anything to hurt her," he promised.

"I know, Jason," she smiled. "She's my only true friend. I want her to be happy."

"I know," he whispered. "I owe you," he called to her as he strolled out of her office.

The blonde drove him crazy on a daily basis, but she stepped up tonight with all the planning. He truly owed her for all that she did for him. It just scared him to think what he would have to do for her.

Stepping into the elevator, Jason found himself a little nervous. Every floor the elevator climbed, he had to take a breath to calm himself down. Each step towards the suite, he could feel his heart thumping inside his chest. His hand trembled as he slide the key into the door. The second he stepped in the room, he was greeted with the soft glow of twinkling lights. The smell of lavender filled the air, as well as the quiet crackling of the nearby fireplace. The flames danced to the quiet melody that echoed through the room. White roses covered the bed, while also every corner of the gorgeous suite. Jason was impressed that Maxie was able to pull off the perfect combination of simple and romantic.

Jason raised an eyebrow as he hung the garment bag on a nearby hook. As he stared at the bag, he wondered if he would still be impressed by what the blonde had done. Pulling the zipper down, he rolled his eyes the moment the tuxedo came into view.

"A tuxedo for dancing," he mumbled, shaking his head.

After zipping the bag up, he reached for the phone, placing an quick order with room service. He had just replaced the receiver when there was a quiet knock at the door. His heart raced, knowing the woman he loved was on the other side.

The moment he opened the door, a smile spread across his face at the sight of her. "Hi," he whispered, offering his hand.

"Hi," she said back, taking his hand, allowing him to pull her inside.

"Wow," she gasped, the moment she saw the room. "You did this?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Really?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "I'm not this good."

"Maxie," she chuckled.

"Yeah."

"It's beautiful."

"You're beautiful," he mumbled into her neck.

She cocked her head, allowing him more access. Her eyes fluttered closed, savoring the feeling of his lips on her skin. He made sure he kissed every bit of her exposed skin before moving to the other side.

"I love this," she mumbled, slowly turning to face him. "And I love how happy you look," she stated, running her fingers down his face.

"I'm happy, because of you," he answered, pulling her body against his.

Ally licked her lips,eyes traveling slowly up the man's clothed torso to his alarmingly blue eyes. Her fingers trailed up his arms, lacing around his neck. She brushed her mouth against his feeling his breath on her skin. Their lips met just as a knock on the door stole away their moment.

"Who's that?" she murmured, feeling Jason pull away.

"Room service," he answered, regretting that he placed an order.

"Jason Morgan orders room service," she laughed, scanning the room.

"You seemed surprised," he said, opening the door.

"You are full of them tonight," she commented, sliding her jacket off.

"I want tonight to be perfect," he expressed, closing the door and placing the bottle of champagne down.

"It is perfect. I have you," she smiled as Jason strutted towards her.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't need all this," she expressed, pointing around the room. "I just wanted a night with you," she spoke, snaking her arms back around his neck.

"I understand, but you're worth all this. You know that right?" he questioned, pulling her body against his while pushing a small piece of hair from her face.

"I do," she whispered on his lips. "You never made me worthless. Even when we weren't together, you always made me feel special."

"Because you are special," he expressed, moving his mouth over his skin.

Ally crushed her lips against his, feeling the tension build between them. Their kiss intensified as Jason steered their bodies towards the bed. The passion that had been building the last few weeks, made it difficult for the couple to relax and enjoy each other.

"I love you," he whispered slowly back away.

His eyes locked with hers as he brought his shirt up over his head. Jason watched his girl's eyes fill with lust as his black tee fell to the floor. Subconsciously, she licked her lips as she gazed upon his naked torso. The woman had seen him countless times without a shirt, but this moment was different.

"I love you," she uttered, tracing her fingers across his bare skin. "I love you so much," she repeated placing her lips against his.

Jason kissed back, while his fingers carefully opened the buttons of her white blouse. Her breath got caught her in her throat feeling him peel the garment off her body. His eyes raked over her, causing red to fill her cheek.

"You're beautiful," he insisted against her lips.

Ally immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. His skin against hers caused her to tremble. Her breathing labored as their kissing grew more intense.

"You okay," he mumbled, running his lips against hers, while his hands moved down her body to the edge of her skirt.

"Mmmhmm," she whined, gripping tightly to his muscles.

Jason stepped back slightly, locking eyes with the woman in front of him. His stare never faltered as he gradually undressed her. Her skin felt as if it was on fire each time he touched her.

"Jason, I love you so much," she spoke as their bodies collapsed on the bed, facing each other. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world," she mumbled, her fingers moving down his cheek, to his chest, all the way to his belt.

"I'm the lucky one," he said, trying to focus on her.

Ally smiled, shaking her head. "No, cause no one has ever looked at me the way you're looking at me now."

Jason pressed his lips against hers while her small hands tugged at his jeans. He never imagined anyone could make him feel all that he did at that moment. He adored the woman staring back at him. She made him feel alive, needed, and loved. He was good enough just being himself, and that was all he ever wanted.

Skin on skin with lips moving against lips, Jason maneuvered their naked frames, to look down at her. He brushed his fingers down her side, resting on her scar. "Please tell me if..."

"Shhh..." she insisted, placing her finger over his lips. "Stop worrying," she instructed, grabbing his face. "I'm fine. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." She pecked his lips softly. "I want you."

Jason pressed his body into her while capturing her lips. The emotions they both endured that evening, neither could put into words. Feeling that kind of love was like nothing Ally had ever known. Before him, she never truly knew what love was. But now, each time Jason kissed her, touched her, or simply looked at her, she knew what true love was.

Every second the two spent wrapped in each other arms, brought them closer together. The moments they shared were mind-blowing, and neither wanted to stop demonstrating how much they loved the other.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked as his fingers crawled leisurely up and down her spine.

Ally beamed at his words with her head resting on his chest. "I'm better than okay," she replied.

"Me too," he chuckled, drawing her close. "We should probably get some sleep."

"Mmmhmm," she agreed, feeling her body relax against his.

"Good night, Al."

"Good night, Jase," she breathed out, eyes closing immediately.