***Flashback***

Elizabeth stood on the docks, staring at the dark water that seemed

to stretch on forever. She was walking home after having dinner at Sonny

and Carly's with Jason and Courtney. It had been a great night. They laughed

and had fun until Jason and Sonny had been called away on business. She

couldn't help but smile when she realized that she finally belonged

somewhere. Sonny treated her like his little sister and she Courtney were

best friends. She had even been civil to Carly at Jason's request of course. She

smiled when she thought of him. They were definitely becoming more than just friends.

At first she had thought that the only reason Jason had taken an interest

in her was because she was close to the most important people in his life.

Then a few weeks ago,they were standing on these docks talking and he leaned in

and kissed her, and she had kissed him back. Then he had gone away on business

and tonight was the first time they had seen each other in weeks. The cold

November air blew hard, and Elizabeth pulled her coat around her and

wished she had taken Francis up on his offer of a ride home. She looked at

the water one last time and continued walking towards her studio apartment.

Just as she reached the front door of the apartment, a deafening roar

filled her ears. At the same time, a huge gust of heat filled air exploded

from inside the building knocking Elizabeth onto the cold pavement. Elizabeth's

head smacked the ground with a resounding thud. As Elizabeth lay there on

the concrete struggling against the darkness that threatened to consume her

only one name came to mind. Jason. Losing her battle against the darkness

she slipped into unconsciousness, deep blue eyes haunting her mind.

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She woke with an incessant pounding in her head and a throbbing all

over her body. She opened her eyes, only to close them again at the flourescent

overhead lighting. She cautiously opened them again and looked around. The walls

were white nad she was dressed in an gown which could only mean one thing. Hospital.

She slowly sat up and surveyed herself. She had multiple bruises and scrapes on her

arms and legs. Her right arm was bandaged and in a sling. She looked around the

room once more and realized that it looked like no other hospital room at General

Hospital. Behind her she heard a door open and turned to see a handsome man in his

late thirties with blonde hair and light eyes smiling at her.

"How are you feeling Ms. Webber?" he asked.

"How do you know my name?" she asked with a note of fright in her voice.

"It's my business to know everything about you. Let me introduce myself.

My name is Frisco Jones I work with an agency called The World Security Buearo.

You are in a room in the infirmary here at WSB headquarters in Washington D.C.

Your injuries are minor and will heal. Do you remember what happened tonight?"

Elizabeth's head was spinning at having to digest this much information in

a matter of seconds. She slowly replied,"I was outside my building and there was

an explosion."

"Yes. Unfourtunately a bomb was planted in your studio. You would have been

killed if you hadn't dawdled on the docks tonight. As it is everyone thinks you're

dead."

Elizabeth's head was really spinning now. "Why would someone put a bomb in my

studio? Why am I here? And most importantly why do people think I'm dead?" She

finished her assault and laid back, tired from the amount of questions and lack of

answers.

"Relax Ms. Webber. You are here because it is currently the only safe place for

you. The bomb that was placed in your studio tonight was meant to kill you. We are

letting people believe you are dead because it is the only way for me to ensure

your safety. The fact is Ms. Webber you were targeted tonight by someone you thought

was your friend. We are working on the reasons why as we speak. That is all I can tell

you right now. Please lie back and try to get some rest. We'll speak again soon." He

turned to leave but Elizabeth spoke first.

"You said the person that put that bomb in my studio was a friend. Who?"

He looked hesitant to tell her, and when he did she nearly fainted at the

answer.

"Courtney Matthews."

You will just have to wait to find out Skipper's motivation. Thanx to all who reviewed

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