Taggert leaned forward in his chair, his hand poised over a report sheet, ready to write. "Tell me everything, Lucky."
Taking a deep breath, Lucky began. "I hadn't seen Elizabeth in days and days, so I went to her studio to wait for her. I waited more than twenty-four hours and she never showed up. She ALWAYS stops by her studio every day."
Taggert's eyebrows merged. "Doesn't Elizabeth live at Kelly's?"
"She moved out."
The lieutenant's eyebrows raised curiously but he didn't comment. "Ok, so… why do you think Jason Morgan is involved."
"I don't think, I know." Lucky's eyes scanned around the station. "Jason has been trying to get Elizabeth for a long time now."
Putting his pen down, Taggert crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Trying to… get Elizabeth? What do you mean?"
Lucky scowled. "He wants her. He doesn't understand that he can't have her. He poisoned her mind against me and made her do things that she would never usually do."
"Things such as…"
Lucky cleared his throat. The last thing he wanted was to get into how Elizabeth had dumped him for Jason. It hurt too much… "That's not the issue. The issue is that Jason kidnapped Elizabeth!"
"Do you have any evidence?"
"Why do I need evidence? I know what happened. Jason took El-"
Taggert leaned forward. "Lucky, as much as I want to bring Morgan down, I can't do anything without evidence, and in case you haven't noticed, it's busy here. I don't have time to waste with you if you don't have evidence…"
Sighing, Lucky stood. "I may not have evidence that Jason took her, but I know he did. And you investigate Elizabeth's disappearance then you'll see that he took her too."
"What motive would he have to kidnap her? Last I saw, they were friends."
Taggert sighed and shook his head. Lucky was too emotional to be thinking straight and he had the nagging feeling that he was about to waste the time of him and some of his men, but if Elizabeth was missing, he needed to do something about it.
"We'll start an investigation, but are you sure she didn't just go off on vacation or to visit relatives or something."
Leaning forward, Lucky looked the lieutenant dead in the eye. "She's missing, Taggert."
"Ok… then we'll find her, Lucky… We'll find her."
"I think we've got something here, gentlemen."
Jason and Sonny both looked up as Benny came rushing into the penthouse. He held a folder in his hand and he waved it around as he stopped in front of the two men. His eyes drifted towards the stairs and Sonny quickly shook his head, answering the unasked questions.
"She's at a Deception meeting. Tell us what you've got."
"Jeremy Baker rented a room at the Charles Street motel. The room was paid for in cash for an entire month."
Sonny frowned. "That's a lot of money for a college student."
Benny nodded eagerly. "It gets better. It seems Jeremy was often visited by men we've identified as working for Sorel."
Swearing under his breath, Jason started pacing. "So this has to do with Sorel?" He wanted to kick himself for involving Elizabeth in all of this.
"I think it's deeper than that. Word is, Jeremy's missing and Sorel's men are looking for him. And they aren't too happy with him right now. The beat on him is that he doesn't understand how to follow directions and he botched up a job for Sorel. And important job."
"What kind of job?" Sonny asked.
Benny shook his head. "We couldn't find that out, but we do know that it had to do with Miss Webber."
"More, we need more," Jason said impatiently.
Opening the folder in his hand, Benny peered at the information. "We found out from our sources that Baker ordered a large amount of Chlorzoxazone."
Jason stopped pacing and raised an eyebrow. "A muscle relaxant?"
"Funny thing is that he ordered it in a liquid form, when it is usually prescribed as pills. If you give a person enough of it, it can lead to fainting, upset stomachs, disorientation… It makes you feel paralyzed. All of the stuff Francis was dealing with. It slows the central nervous system. And Baker ordered enough to put an elephant to sleep for a month."
Rubbing his hand over his face, Jason swore. "What else?"
"Baker's moving, probably because Sorel is after him now… He doesn't seem too smart so he's bound to leave a paper trial. When he does, we'll get him, boss."
Sighing, Sonny nodded to the older man, motioning towards the door. "Inform us ASAP if you get anymore information."
"Will do." With a nod of his head, Benny gave Jason a quick glance before walking out the door.
"He's drugging her," Jason said as soon as the door closed. He walked over to the balcony doors and looked out them. "He's putting something into her system so that she can't fight back."
His voice wavered slightly and Sonny felt his heart go out to his friend. "Don't think about that right now, man."
"She's can't fight back, Sonny… God knows what he's doing to her… and she can't fight back."
Forcefully, Sonny pulled Jason away from the doors and put his hands on the younger man's shoulders. "Push that out of your mind now, Jason. She needs you to be thinking clearly. You can't think about that."
Jason's eyes roamed around the penthouse. "I… I have to go."
Sonny didn't release his hold on his friend. "Where are you going, Jason?"
"I can't help her here…"
"You can't help her running around out there either. Stay here."
Jason shook his head. "I need… I need to get away. Let me go, Sonny."
Sighing, Sonny slowly released his hold on his friend, watching as Jason picked up his leather jacket and walked out the door. He watched his friend slam the door behind him and he shook his head.
Things didn't look good… and it didn't seem like they were going to get better anytime soon.
The sound of a door closing jerked Elizabeth into consciousness and she struggled to open her eyes. Finally succeeding, she rubbed her hands over her face.
Her arms felt like they were connected to weights, but she could finally move them, and that was a plus. She rubbed her eyes, hoping that it would help her regain her focus. As her eyesight cleared, she looked around, frowning at what she saw.
The tan leather on the far creaked as she forced herself into a sitting position. Her entire body screamed against it, but she ignored the pain. Groaning, she sat up and looked around.
The car was empty except for her and it was parked in the parking lot of some motel. She The sign was dirty and she couldn't make out where she was, but she noticed something about 'The Lilac City' under the layer of dirt.
A sinking feeling started to form in the pit of her stomach and she reached for the door handle, her uncoordinated fingers fumbling. She saw someone approaching the car and her heart stopped as she recognized them.
"No," she whispered, her hand frozen on the handle. "Not you… please, not you."
Her eyes widened as the front door opened and the person got inside, turning to grin at her. "You're up."
Backing away from him, Elizabeth felt her jaw drop and she shook her head, not believing who was sitting in front of her, who obviously kidnapped her.
"Jeremy?"
Fear rooted itself into her stomach as a slow smile spread across his face.