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...