Chapter Five
The man dialed the cell number and waited for someone to pick up, he would have to set his plan into motion faster then thought. "Hello," the detective said.
"Hello, we need to make are plan go into motion sooner then before," he told him. "That bitch needs to learn a lesson so start the plan," he told the man and clicked.
~*~
Courtney walked into her hotel room, when she saw she grasped. Why would any one do this? 'Dumb blonde, they were looking for something,' the voice in the back of her said. "Yeah but what," she answered back. What in the hell were they looking for? Her room was trash; all her cabinets were empty. Her underwear was scattered everywhere, her cloths were toss and thrown, her bags and briefcase emptied. She didn't touch anything, just pulled her phone out and dialed the police station.
Did Jason do this, she thought to herself. Did he come looking for evidence that she might have on him? She didn't want to believe that but she knew it was possible. Very possible.
~*~
Jason was standing at his desk looking over some paper work when he heard the call come in. someone had broken into a hotel room and trashed it. It wasn't a uncommon call but when he heard Courtney voice reporting it in. Sonny was walking out of his office, he knew Sonny would be taking this call since it had something to do with an IA agent. He ran up to his friend. He was bored at the desk so why not tag along. 'Face it Morgan you don't want to go because you are bored you want to go because you might get to see Courtney,' the voice in his head said. That voice was getting annoying. It was always right. He tapped Sonny on his shoulder and the older man turned around. "Sonny can I tag along. I am so fucking bored sitting at this desk."
He hoped Sonny did see the desperation in his eyes. He had to know Courtney was okay. He had to know that she wasn't hurt. "Sure but Jason until I get the time frame I am going have to consider you a suspect. You know I don't think you did it but if I don't consider you a suspect the entire IA will be on my ass," he told his friend. Jason knew he was right and it was the only right thing to do. Hell if he was Sonny he would suspect himself too.
"I understand man. Lets just get there and find some real evidence on the bastard that did this," whoa did that sound a little strong. He is supposed to hate this woman. He knew he could never hate her but Sonny didn't know that. He turned and walked out of PCPD before Sonny could say anything. He was taking his bike; there was no way in the hell that he was going to ride with Sonny.
~*~
She was looking this was his chance. This bitch needed to be taken care of; she had to finished tonight before she got any deeper into this. Before she found out what really happened. He watched her walk into her room and call the police on her cell phone to report what had happen.
Well he couldn't kill her here and now. The police would be on their way but he could give he a little warning. He came up behind and slammed the butt of his gun onto her head and ran. That should give her the warning from now on. He jammed his gun in the back of his jeans. He started to walk back down the corridor when he saw the uniform police go up to the room he was just in.
~*~
Courtney came around and moved. She saw she was on a bed now. 'What in the fuck happened?" she said as she opened her eyes. She saw Jason standing over her. God he was a sight to wake up to. His clear blue eyes.
"You were knocked when me and Sonny came in. I put you on the bed. How ya feeling," he asked her. She felt his hand smooth back her hair away from her face. She wanted to grab his hand and yank him down and pull him on top of her.
"Um my head is a little sore, but that's about it," she told him with a smile, rubbing her head. She felt a small little bump on her head. There was no blood so no worries. She sat up slowly, then stood up.
"Are you sure you okay," he asked again with concern in his voice. Why would he be worry,' she thought. All her thought flooding back, of all the thoughts and what had happen to her. Jason was the number one suspect and had a reason for hiding. That's why she had called the police, he was the one who had knocked me out so why was he worried.
She looked at him, loathing in her eyes. "DA CORINTHOS!" she yelled. Sonny came in, out of breath.
"What, what's wrong?" he asked.
Why is he here, he Is the one that trashed my room the knocked me out. Arrest him before I report you to IA Spencer," she told him looking him in the eye. Her eyes told him that she would follow through on her threat. He walked behind Jason and slapped the cuffs on his wrist, reading him the rights. Jason looked at her and she looked back. She almost told Sonny to forget it but she couldn't, he was the suspect and he needed to be taken in no matter what her feeling were on him. No matter if, she starting have feeling for him. She would just have to forget him.
The man dialed the cell number and waited for someone to pick up, he would have to set his plan into motion faster then thought. "Hello," the detective said.
"Hello, we need to make are plan go into motion sooner then before," he told him. "That bitch needs to learn a lesson so start the plan," he told the man and clicked.
~*~
Courtney walked into her hotel room, when she saw she grasped. Why would any one do this? 'Dumb blonde, they were looking for something,' the voice in the back of her said. "Yeah but what," she answered back. What in the hell were they looking for? Her room was trash; all her cabinets were empty. Her underwear was scattered everywhere, her cloths were toss and thrown, her bags and briefcase emptied. She didn't touch anything, just pulled her phone out and dialed the police station.
Did Jason do this, she thought to herself. Did he come looking for evidence that she might have on him? She didn't want to believe that but she knew it was possible. Very possible.
~*~
Jason was standing at his desk looking over some paper work when he heard the call come in. someone had broken into a hotel room and trashed it. It wasn't a uncommon call but when he heard Courtney voice reporting it in. Sonny was walking out of his office, he knew Sonny would be taking this call since it had something to do with an IA agent. He ran up to his friend. He was bored at the desk so why not tag along. 'Face it Morgan you don't want to go because you are bored you want to go because you might get to see Courtney,' the voice in his head said. That voice was getting annoying. It was always right. He tapped Sonny on his shoulder and the older man turned around. "Sonny can I tag along. I am so fucking bored sitting at this desk."
He hoped Sonny did see the desperation in his eyes. He had to know Courtney was okay. He had to know that she wasn't hurt. "Sure but Jason until I get the time frame I am going have to consider you a suspect. You know I don't think you did it but if I don't consider you a suspect the entire IA will be on my ass," he told his friend. Jason knew he was right and it was the only right thing to do. Hell if he was Sonny he would suspect himself too.
"I understand man. Lets just get there and find some real evidence on the bastard that did this," whoa did that sound a little strong. He is supposed to hate this woman. He knew he could never hate her but Sonny didn't know that. He turned and walked out of PCPD before Sonny could say anything. He was taking his bike; there was no way in the hell that he was going to ride with Sonny.
~*~
She was looking this was his chance. This bitch needed to be taken care of; she had to finished tonight before she got any deeper into this. Before she found out what really happened. He watched her walk into her room and call the police on her cell phone to report what had happen.
Well he couldn't kill her here and now. The police would be on their way but he could give he a little warning. He came up behind and slammed the butt of his gun onto her head and ran. That should give her the warning from now on. He jammed his gun in the back of his jeans. He started to walk back down the corridor when he saw the uniform police go up to the room he was just in.
~*~
Courtney came around and moved. She saw she was on a bed now. 'What in the fuck happened?" she said as she opened her eyes. She saw Jason standing over her. God he was a sight to wake up to. His clear blue eyes.
"You were knocked when me and Sonny came in. I put you on the bed. How ya feeling," he asked her. She felt his hand smooth back her hair away from her face. She wanted to grab his hand and yank him down and pull him on top of her.
"Um my head is a little sore, but that's about it," she told him with a smile, rubbing her head. She felt a small little bump on her head. There was no blood so no worries. She sat up slowly, then stood up.
"Are you sure you okay," he asked again with concern in his voice. Why would he be worry,' she thought. All her thought flooding back, of all the thoughts and what had happen to her. Jason was the number one suspect and had a reason for hiding. That's why she had called the police, he was the one who had knocked me out so why was he worried.
She looked at him, loathing in her eyes. "DA CORINTHOS!" she yelled. Sonny came in, out of breath.
"What, what's wrong?" he asked.
Why is he here, he Is the one that trashed my room the knocked me out. Arrest him before I report you to IA Spencer," she told him looking him in the eye. Her eyes told him that she would follow through on her threat. He walked behind Jason and slapped the cuffs on his wrist, reading him the rights. Jason looked at her and she looked back. She almost told Sonny to forget it but she couldn't, he was the suspect and he needed to be taken in no matter what her feeling were on him. No matter if, she starting have feeling for him. She would just have to forget him.