Chapter Six
Jason was in the integration room. He didn't do this. He didn't hit Courtney. He would never hurt Courtney. So yeah maybe he had motive. Maybe he had access. Maybe he would like to get whatever shit he had on him but he didn't do this. He wanted to shot all this out. Dammit why didn't anyone believe him? He sat there listening to the question shot at him. The same question he had shot at a million suspects over the years. He sat there unmoving. His arms crossed. Tapping his foot on the tile. He was pissed, pissed that know believed him. Not even Carly was sure if he did it or not. So far they knew he didn't hit her on the back of her head. They were holding him for trespassing and breaking and entering.
"Jason tell me if you did this, I will get you off," Carly told him. He didn't need to get off, well he did but in a different way then what Carly meant. He didn't do this. Dammit if Courtney didn't know that. She was in here, her arms crossed in the same manner of his own. He hated her at this moment. She got him into all this shit and it wasn't fair. Once Sonny and Carly left the room, telling him he was free to go but was still a suspect they sat in the room silently.
"Why did you do it?" she asked him. Well if he had done it he could give her a thousands reason why. But he hadn't done it. He wouldn't have done it. He didn't wreck her room or kill Elizabeth. He was tired of all the suspicion. He was drained. He needed to get away. He stood up and walked to the door. When he looked back at her. He felt hurt. She believed that he was guilty on all charges. On everything.
"I didn't do it Courtney, none of it. I wish you would believe me," he walked out, not waiting for her response. He was tired of everybody; he needed to go to his one comfort. The person the supported him in everything. In everything and anything he did.
~*~
'I didn't do it Courtney, none of it. I wish you would believe me,' he had said. She wanted to tell him that maybe he was right. That she would work to prove it. She went to her bed. Lucky had wanted her to stay with him but she had turned him down, needing to be alone. Needing peace. She picked up the phone. She needed to call her voice of reason. The woman who was like a second mother to her. She dialed the number and waited for some one to pick up.
"Spencers," Luke's voice came over the line. He was her father. She didn't have a father anymore. He had left her. Had left her and her mother and gotten in a car accident that night. It hurt to know he father didn't want her but Luke, crazy Luke made her feel love. Like only a father could.
"Hey Luke, can I talk to Laura?" she asked.
"Sure doll face, how's the case going?"
"It's going fine Luke," she tells him, besides falling for my suspect. Besides having hot sweaty dreams of the man I am trying to get in jail. Besides coming up with new uses for handcuffs, the ones that had him cuffed to a chair or bed and her having her way with him. It was going fine if you didn't count all those things in. "Besides getting hit on the head tonight I am fine Luke."
"Are you okay? Was it a hard hit?" he asked me. 'I swear he is a mother hen,' she mumbled to herself. You might not see it when you first look at him but once he took you under his wing then you know.
"Yes and no, can I just talk to Laura please."
"Fine don't talk to your old man," he said in a hurt child's voice. Only Luke could sound like a spoiled brat who's mommy just denied him something.
"Luke just put Laura on."
"Well she ain't here doll face."
"Didn't you just say I could talk to her?"
"Yeah but I lied. If I had told you she wasn't here, would you have talked to me?" he was so smart and sneaky sometimes. It drove her nuts.
"Bye bye Luke."
"Wait.you and Lucky.marriage," she hung up on him, laying back in bed. God she had a messed up family but one of the best.
She heard a knock on the door and went to it. When she opened it she saw Jason. What the fuck was he doing here? Why was he here? She tried to slam the door shut but he put he foot in the jam of the door. "What the fuck do you want?" she asked in a voice laced with anger.
"You know what I want Courtney," he pushed open the door and came in looking her barley covered body, only a Miami dolphins T-shirt on. Nothing under it.
He pulled her body to his and started to kiss her passionately. Their tongues intertwining. Her moans becoming his. His hands roaming up and down her body. She couldn't push him away she wanted this just as much as he did. They walked back toward the bed, never breaking their kiss. He laid her down gently and then put his body over tops of hers, spreading kisses down her neck. Her moans becoming louder. His hands traveling up her chairs, rubbing her stomach. She heard a knock on the door and then he was gone.
She rubbed her eyes, her legs tangled in her sheets. That was not a dream was it? It was too real. That couldn't be dream. She moaned and put her head in her hands. Dammit now she was having hot and heavy dream about him. That was all she needed. She got up and went to the door. Opening and she saw the last person she wanted to see.
"What do you want?"
Jason was in the integration room. He didn't do this. He didn't hit Courtney. He would never hurt Courtney. So yeah maybe he had motive. Maybe he had access. Maybe he would like to get whatever shit he had on him but he didn't do this. He wanted to shot all this out. Dammit why didn't anyone believe him? He sat there listening to the question shot at him. The same question he had shot at a million suspects over the years. He sat there unmoving. His arms crossed. Tapping his foot on the tile. He was pissed, pissed that know believed him. Not even Carly was sure if he did it or not. So far they knew he didn't hit her on the back of her head. They were holding him for trespassing and breaking and entering.
"Jason tell me if you did this, I will get you off," Carly told him. He didn't need to get off, well he did but in a different way then what Carly meant. He didn't do this. Dammit if Courtney didn't know that. She was in here, her arms crossed in the same manner of his own. He hated her at this moment. She got him into all this shit and it wasn't fair. Once Sonny and Carly left the room, telling him he was free to go but was still a suspect they sat in the room silently.
"Why did you do it?" she asked him. Well if he had done it he could give her a thousands reason why. But he hadn't done it. He wouldn't have done it. He didn't wreck her room or kill Elizabeth. He was tired of all the suspicion. He was drained. He needed to get away. He stood up and walked to the door. When he looked back at her. He felt hurt. She believed that he was guilty on all charges. On everything.
"I didn't do it Courtney, none of it. I wish you would believe me," he walked out, not waiting for her response. He was tired of everybody; he needed to go to his one comfort. The person the supported him in everything. In everything and anything he did.
~*~
'I didn't do it Courtney, none of it. I wish you would believe me,' he had said. She wanted to tell him that maybe he was right. That she would work to prove it. She went to her bed. Lucky had wanted her to stay with him but she had turned him down, needing to be alone. Needing peace. She picked up the phone. She needed to call her voice of reason. The woman who was like a second mother to her. She dialed the number and waited for some one to pick up.
"Spencers," Luke's voice came over the line. He was her father. She didn't have a father anymore. He had left her. Had left her and her mother and gotten in a car accident that night. It hurt to know he father didn't want her but Luke, crazy Luke made her feel love. Like only a father could.
"Hey Luke, can I talk to Laura?" she asked.
"Sure doll face, how's the case going?"
"It's going fine Luke," she tells him, besides falling for my suspect. Besides having hot sweaty dreams of the man I am trying to get in jail. Besides coming up with new uses for handcuffs, the ones that had him cuffed to a chair or bed and her having her way with him. It was going fine if you didn't count all those things in. "Besides getting hit on the head tonight I am fine Luke."
"Are you okay? Was it a hard hit?" he asked me. 'I swear he is a mother hen,' she mumbled to herself. You might not see it when you first look at him but once he took you under his wing then you know.
"Yes and no, can I just talk to Laura please."
"Fine don't talk to your old man," he said in a hurt child's voice. Only Luke could sound like a spoiled brat who's mommy just denied him something.
"Luke just put Laura on."
"Well she ain't here doll face."
"Didn't you just say I could talk to her?"
"Yeah but I lied. If I had told you she wasn't here, would you have talked to me?" he was so smart and sneaky sometimes. It drove her nuts.
"Bye bye Luke."
"Wait.you and Lucky.marriage," she hung up on him, laying back in bed. God she had a messed up family but one of the best.
She heard a knock on the door and went to it. When she opened it she saw Jason. What the fuck was he doing here? Why was he here? She tried to slam the door shut but he put he foot in the jam of the door. "What the fuck do you want?" she asked in a voice laced with anger.
"You know what I want Courtney," he pushed open the door and came in looking her barley covered body, only a Miami dolphins T-shirt on. Nothing under it.
He pulled her body to his and started to kiss her passionately. Their tongues intertwining. Her moans becoming his. His hands roaming up and down her body. She couldn't push him away she wanted this just as much as he did. They walked back toward the bed, never breaking their kiss. He laid her down gently and then put his body over tops of hers, spreading kisses down her neck. Her moans becoming louder. His hands traveling up her chairs, rubbing her stomach. She heard a knock on the door and then he was gone.
She rubbed her eyes, her legs tangled in her sheets. That was not a dream was it? It was too real. That couldn't be dream. She moaned and put her head in her hands. Dammit now she was having hot and heavy dream about him. That was all she needed. She got up and went to the door. Opening and she saw the last person she wanted to see.
"What do you want?"