A/N: hey look at this. Nothing for a looong time and then poof two at once! It's magic! Alright, I confess it's not really magic...it's me finally having a day off and no homework or tests to study for at the same time.

Ch. 11 Condolences

The key slid into the lock and he opened the door slowly. He flicked the switch and watched the lights flood through the loft. His eyes scanned the living space anxiously, like he was expecting her to come around the corner and run into his arms.

He spent the day going over maps and flights plans with various employees. Then he'd talked to security to find out if anyone suspicious could've gotten close to the plane. No one had seen anybody.

At the end of the day, he just couldn't face Carly again with nothing new let alone good. So he'd gone to their place. He just needed to feel her close to him, and it was working. From the moment he stepped through the doorway he could feel her.

She haunted the place. Pictures of them together and happy were strategically placed around the loft. Her laughter echoed off the walls and he was certain if he went to it the bed would still have her scent. With a mind of their own, his long legs carried him to the mattress.

He laid down on what would normally be considered his side of the bed. Reaching over, he placed his hand on the empty space next to him. Letting her smell invade his nostrils he drifted into his dreams.

Jason didn't realize how long he'd been sleeping until his cell brought his from the sweet release of dreams. A look at the clock told him what he already knew, that he'd stayed to long.

"Morgan."

"Jase, where the hell are you? Never mind, you need to come here now!"

Before he could say anything, Carly cut the line. Whatever was going on Carly was seriously freaking out. It took no time for his to show up and be immediately bombarded by a dishelmed Carly.

"Where were you?"

"Out. What's wrong? What happened?"

"These flowers just came."

"And?" he asked not seeing why she would be so distraught over flowers.

"Read the card." she demanded. Obeying her, Jason opened the card and read it aloud.

"Deepest condolences for your loss." He looked at it a moment longer before his eyes found hers. He noticed for the first time how red they were from crying. "Who sent it?"

"I don't know."

"Have you told anybody what happened, yet?"

"No. Whoever sent it must've had something to do with it. Jason..."as she prepared to speak the next words more tears began to fall from her eyes. "You don't send condolences for a loss unless...unless there's been a loss."

His stoic expression didn't waver but the impact of her realization was like a knife in his gut.

"This person must know that they really are...dead."

"Or they're messing with us." Jason thought to say but was interrupted by the shouting in the hall. He opened the door and took in the scene.

"I don't care get out of my way!" The old man was shouting at Max when Jason told him it was alright to let him in.

Carly quickly swatted away the tears and took a deep steadying breath when she saw her visitor.

"Hi Mike. What's going on?" she calmly asked the aging man.

"I was hoping someone could tell me. What the hell is this about?" her father-in-law asked handing out a small white card similar to the one Jason still held in his hand. He took the new one and read it to himself. From the look on his face Carly knew she didn't need to read it.

"Where's Michael? What's he done now? Or is he too busy making everyone believe he's dead to answer my questions?"

At the word 'dead' Carly's hand flew to her mouth and she turned away from the angry man. They'd decided not to tell anyone until they knew something.

"Sonny didn't do anything." Jason answered, drawing attention away from Carly before she lost it in front of Mike.

"Ok. Who's sending me condolences? And why?" he said his voice getting louder.

"Mike, calm down."

"No! Answer me! Did something happen to Michael?" He was answered with silence and his mind race to the other conclusion dwelling in his mind. "Is it Courtney? I tried to call her yesterday it said her phone was out of service."'

Again silence, and it infuriated him. Especially the looks he saw go between the two people before him. They knew something and they weren't telling him.

"Enough secrets!" He shouted. "Someone tell me, right now, what the hell is going on. And what the hell it has to do with my kids!"