Kayla- I promised myself and other people that I WOULD write a Dillon/Jason moment into this, because they need such moments for the greatness that they are. I agree, Lorenzo should stay away from tainting S and C, but that is how the writers write him, plus, it gives him something to do.

Story-

Lorenzo's Home-

Lorenzo walked in, having returned from his brief visit into the heart of Port Charles. Something about Dillon had him alarmed, which was very distracting because Dillon was basically a harmless child. Certainly he was capable of much, but he was also very afraid of the capabilities that he had. That was the main reason why Lorenzo could never give him anything but the most menial of tasks. Dillon just didn't have the heart in him, or rather had the heart, to do some of the more lascivious acts that went around in his organization. Still, Lorenzo had learned to trust his instincts at every possible chance, it was the reason why he hadn't done something horrible to Carly when he had her captive on his yacht. Something inside of him told him that she was special, and much like just about every other time, his instinct ended up being right. With a track record like that, it would have been impossible to just ignore his innermost calling.

No sooner had he closed his door was there a knock on it. He sighed and turned around to reopen the door. He saw one of his workers. "If nothing else, you're prompt."

"I followed the boy like you asked."

"And?"

"He had ventured into the towers, the home of Sonny Corinthos. I certainly didn't feel that I should have attempted to follow him inside. I likely wouldn't have come out alive."

Lorenzo smiled, "You're smarter than you look."

"Thank you, sir."

Lorenzo didn't give any response to that, instead he contemplated aloud what reasons Dillon could have had for visiting the place where Sonny lived. "It makes very little sense. Dillon is friend's with the boy, yes, but they had never met anywhere near Sonny's home. Perhaps... he knows what has happened to Damian."

"I don't know."

"Continue following him," Lorenzo ordered. "Make sure that you are not seen. Dillon is a bright young man, if he snoops around enough he can realize my activity in the matter at hand and alert Sonny to my hand in the project."

"Should I eliminate him?"

"No," Lorenzo quickly replied. "Dillon is not to be killed. If he gets too close to some vital information, detain him for the time being, but he is not to be harmed. Do you understand me?"

"I do, sir," The lackey responded. "But, if I may ask, why must I keep the boy alive?"

"He could be a very vital piece of the game at any time," Lorenzo informed his servant. "He is a Quatermaine, with that comes the chance of a decent ransom bill. He is related to Jason Morgan who may not act like he cares about his family, but he would not let one of them die without a fight. He is the boyfriend of the commissioner's darling baby girl. I could control Scorpio through Georgie if I had Dillon in my captivity. I certainly hope none of that happens, however. The main reason that he is to be kept alive is because I see the potential in him for greatness. It is seeded deep within his core, but if it can be brought out, especially by myself, it can be of great use to us all."

"I don't suppose I could except a healthy sum of cash for this mission you have given me."

"You will be paid the money that you deserve, like always," Lorenzo said. "But, if you manage to please me substantially, you may end up getting a nice bonus. However, you cannot earn that money by watching Dillon if you are not actually watching Dillon and are instead speaking with me."

The servant nodded, "I understand, sir. I will report back to you should anything happen."

"Good. Go."

The man left and Lorenzo was alone again. He didn't enjoy being alone as much as he appeared to. He wanted someone to love. He wanted Carly. He would do anything to get the woman of his dreams, to replace the one that he lost. Carly was something special, much like her. Lorenzo opened a small compartment of his desk and pulled out a picture of them together. "You would want me to be happy, wouldn't you? You will always have a place in my heart, but you are gone and Carly is not. I need to destroy her husband and make him as violent towards her as I possibly can. It is the only way that she will leave him. He would never harm their children, but he could do something to her if he was pushed enough." Lorenzo put the picture back. "Everything would have been different... if you had not left me."

The phone rang. Lorenzo looked at the name on the caller ID. It was Baldwin. Making his voice sound as unaffected by his personal heartbreak as possible, he picked up the phone. "What is it?"

"I hit a snag."

Lorenzo sighed, "I was told by you yourself that this was something you could handle without much trouble."

"I can handle it just fine!" Scott yelled into the phone. "Or at least I thought I could, but I wasn't expecting my ADA, the Commissioner, and Lucky Spencer to form some sort of alliance to fish out what's going on with Zuniga!"

"Lansing?" Lorenzo had also not anticipated Sonny's half-brother helping out Sonny's oldest son. The two had no love for one another, if they did Ric wouldn't have kidnapped Carly and kept her in that horrid room while she was carrying Morgan. The other two were possibilities that he was well aware of, but not Ric. "I don't care who is working with whom, Baldwin! You will make these charges stick, do you understand me?"

"They're keeping this from leaking out to the press," Scott informed Lorenzo. "Why else do you think that the arrest hasn't been plastered over the news and the paper? They're more formidable than I thought."

"I do not offer my services to you for your excuses, District Attorney!" Lorenzo wasn't pleased with the way Scott was acting. "You will continue as planned, making modifications where appropriate. Do you understand?"

"I don't enjoy taking orders."

"Then you had better start finding a way to enjoy them. I do not tolerate failure."

"If I could have someone claim to be a witness. Someone who claims that Damian was actually there when he wasn't..."

"Fine," Lorenzo said, annoyed. "I will have someone falsify the truth for you, if that is what it takes."

Scott smiled on his end of the phone, "We work well together."

"I have no intention of making this partnership a habit."

"Neither do I," Scott replied as he hung up the phone. "I never wanted to be in this to begin with. But I didn't have a choice." Scott walked back towards the station, having been hiding out in an alley so that no one would hear him talking to Lorenzo. He had to be as cautious as possible with the situation at hand. If he slipped up even once it could mean the end of everything. Not just his career as an attorney, but his life as well. He was working with Alcazar, a man that had no qualms in killing anyone who failed him.

Port Charles Police Station-

Damian sat on the edge of the very uncomfortable bed. He had thought that sleeping in a chair in the hospital was as bad as it got. Sadly, he was mistaken. It was like the inside of the bed was filled with nothing but bricks. Something that he wasn't very fond of. How he longed for the freedom that he once had. That he once took for granted. The irony wasn't lost on him when he thought about all the things that he didn't put much weight into while he wasn't confined within the iron walls that surrounded him. How he could go out and just stay around the park, watching people walk by and have a good time. He wanted to do that again. He wanted to be around the people that he cared for. He didn't want to be where he was. He shouldn't have been where he was. He was innocent, after all.

Damian wondered if everyone knew what had happened to him by now. Did Sonny tell Michael? Did Mac tell Maxie? Did Georgie and Dillon know? Elizabeth? His grandparents? They would take it hard. They would think that they had failed as the protectors of Damian for the years after Ana-Maria had died. He didn't want them to think that they had failed him. They were the best people to him, the two things that kept him tethered to the world after everything seemed to crumble around him. He might not be able to ever see them again.

"You look like you could use a friend."

Damian looked up and saw Lucky standing on the other end of the cell. "That or a nail filer."

"I wouldn't recommend you trying to break out using one of those."

"How about a spoon?"

Lucky grinned, "You know, for someone who is here for not doing anything but breathing, you're managing quite well."

"I can't change my situation, can I?" Damian asked.

The grin faded. Lucky's pity returned. "No, I guess you can't. If I could find a way to help you, Damian, I would."

"I appreciate it, Lucky."

"I'm sorry," Lucky muttered.

Damian cocked an eyebrow, "You didn't do anything that wasn't part of your job, Lucky. You've nothing to apologize for."

Lucky shook his head, "I was so judgmental of you when you first got here, Damian. I thought that you were involved with Kyle's death simply because of your encounter the day before. I put so much of what I know about your father into you and I shouldn't have done it. For that, I do have to apologize."

"You didn't know who I really was, Lucky. It's entirely understandable that you jumped to the conclusions that you did."

Lucky shook his head, "I should have known better than that."

"Why? Because you're a police officer? Lucky, I'm from Los Angeles, believe me when I tell you that I know a thing or two about people being profiled by the law."

"It has nothing to do with my profession," Lucky admitted. "I'm a Spencer, Damian. My father is one of the most mistreated people in this town. Everything that happens in this town is automatically attributed to my father. I hated that, I still do. Even more, I hate the way that people think that I am just like my father when I'm not. I promised myself that I would never do something like that. I would never judge someone based on who their parents were. But I did that with you."

"It's not easy... being the son of someone that does things that you don't agree with, is it? We try and care for our fathers so much because they are our fathers and we should give them their deserved respect regardless of what they do. I was here for almost a month before I even called my father dad, Lucky. I couldn't stand being around someone like that, accepting that a person like Sonny Corinthos was partly responsible for bringing me into the world. I was clouded by my preconceptions of what people should be like. Sonny didn't fit many, if any, of those preconceptions, but that didn't mean that he was a bad person. I should have known that, but I didn't. I had to wait until I was almost killed to realize my mistake."

"At least you realized it in time," Lucky said sympathetically.

"I suppose." Damian took a look around, "But has my time already ran out?"