House on the outskirts of town.
Liz sat on the floor of the living room, a file boldly marked
CONFIDENTIAL in front of her. The file contained everything she would need
to bring Courtney down. She knew she couldn't lose control of her emotions
the way that she did last night. This case required her full focus and
attention.
She picked up her cell phone, the only tie she had to the outside world,
and dialed a number that had become increasingly familiar to her over the
years. A gruff voice answered the other end.
"Jones."
"Webber."
"Well if it isn't my favorite agent. How are things moving along in Port
Charles?" Frisco JOnes asked.
"Everything seems the same. Oh except for the fact that everyone thinks I'm
dead," Elizabeth answered with a note of sadness tinting her voice.
"Elizabeth, you knew when you accepted this job that it would be difficult to
go back." Frisco said with a sigh.
"I know exactly what I've gotten myself into. I just had no idea that
it would hurt me so much to see these people again. I saw Laura, and all I
wanted to do was throw myself into her arms." Her voice broke with that last
statement.
Frisco took a moment before answering. "You are one of the strongest
people I have ever had the privelege to associate myself with. You've survived
rape, the death of all your family, and a bomb for god's sake, if anyone
can handle this takedown, it's you Phoenix."
Elizabeth smiled at the use of the nickname he had given her. His
words had soothed her to the point of restoring her confidence in what
she was doing.
Frisco abruptly changed the subject by asking,"How bout' you give
me an update on the case? How did last night go?"
Elizabeth was instantly snapped back into agent mode and began her
report. " I entered the party at around 9 o'clock and checked my
surroundings. They Corinthos' did not arrive until about fifteen minutes
later. The mark was where you said she'd be. It's achingly apparent that
she and Morgan are an item which could cause problems."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Morgan can be dealt with if the need
arises. How many guards were on them?" Frisco asked.
"Four." She answered without hesitation. She was shocked that she had
even noticed them last night with all the malice she was feeling.
"Good, good. You weren't seen of course?"
"No, I wasn't seen."
"I'd say that it's time for us to move on with our plan. You're going
to reveal yourself to be alive at the anniversary party in your honor. You
know the story don't stray from it. We can't afford for Courtney or anyone else
to become suspicious of where you've been for the past three years. Got it?"
"Yeah I got it. Don't worry my performance will be Oscar worthy. Or at
the very least Emmy worthy," she responded.
"Good. Keep in mind that this is a job and you can't let your emotions
get in the way of it. Watch your back Elizabeth don't forget that Courtney
is a danger to you. I'll be in touch in a couple of days. Be safe. Good-bye."
"Bye Frisco, and thanks." Elizabeth hung up the phone and thought about
how she had gotten to where she was today. She smiled ruefully and shook her
head. It had all started three years ago...
Liz sat on the floor of the living room, a file boldly marked
CONFIDENTIAL in front of her. The file contained everything she would need
to bring Courtney down. She knew she couldn't lose control of her emotions
the way that she did last night. This case required her full focus and
attention.
She picked up her cell phone, the only tie she had to the outside world,
and dialed a number that had become increasingly familiar to her over the
years. A gruff voice answered the other end.
"Jones."
"Webber."
"Well if it isn't my favorite agent. How are things moving along in Port
Charles?" Frisco JOnes asked.
"Everything seems the same. Oh except for the fact that everyone thinks I'm
dead," Elizabeth answered with a note of sadness tinting her voice.
"Elizabeth, you knew when you accepted this job that it would be difficult to
go back." Frisco said with a sigh.
"I know exactly what I've gotten myself into. I just had no idea that
it would hurt me so much to see these people again. I saw Laura, and all I
wanted to do was throw myself into her arms." Her voice broke with that last
statement.
Frisco took a moment before answering. "You are one of the strongest
people I have ever had the privelege to associate myself with. You've survived
rape, the death of all your family, and a bomb for god's sake, if anyone
can handle this takedown, it's you Phoenix."
Elizabeth smiled at the use of the nickname he had given her. His
words had soothed her to the point of restoring her confidence in what
she was doing.
Frisco abruptly changed the subject by asking,"How bout' you give
me an update on the case? How did last night go?"
Elizabeth was instantly snapped back into agent mode and began her
report. " I entered the party at around 9 o'clock and checked my
surroundings. They Corinthos' did not arrive until about fifteen minutes
later. The mark was where you said she'd be. It's achingly apparent that
she and Morgan are an item which could cause problems."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Morgan can be dealt with if the need
arises. How many guards were on them?" Frisco asked.
"Four." She answered without hesitation. She was shocked that she had
even noticed them last night with all the malice she was feeling.
"Good, good. You weren't seen of course?"
"No, I wasn't seen."
"I'd say that it's time for us to move on with our plan. You're going
to reveal yourself to be alive at the anniversary party in your honor. You
know the story don't stray from it. We can't afford for Courtney or anyone else
to become suspicious of where you've been for the past three years. Got it?"
"Yeah I got it. Don't worry my performance will be Oscar worthy. Or at
the very least Emmy worthy," she responded.
"Good. Keep in mind that this is a job and you can't let your emotions
get in the way of it. Watch your back Elizabeth don't forget that Courtney
is a danger to you. I'll be in touch in a couple of days. Be safe. Good-bye."
"Bye Frisco, and thanks." Elizabeth hung up the phone and thought about
how she had gotten to where she was today. She smiled ruefully and shook her
head. It had all started three years ago...
