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Author's notes: A lot of the characters on GH will be in this fic, if you don't see them right away give me time. I like fic's with a lot of characters in them, so that is how I write them.
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What If…
Chapter 17
~Jakes~
Rory slammed the door of her and Jason's room shut and leaned against it with a groan. Her mind kept replaying the conversation with Lucky over and over, like a record stuck in a groove. She had driven around for over an hour and his voice was still inside her head.
"Enough!" She cried in disgust shrugging out of her coat to prowl around the room. "Lot's of people have the same quirks it doesn't mean anything."
She paused to fiddle with the hairbrush on the dresser, "I can't be the only person in the world who can't clear their throat. Right?" she asked her reflection in the mirror.
"Jeez, get a grip," Rory ordered herself falling facedown on the bed, and burying her head in the spicy scent of Jason that clung to his pillow.
"Okay, let's think about this logically." She sat up and leaned against the headboard, clutching the pillow to her chest. "I know I am not Elizabeth Webber. I know that because I didn't just appear two years ago, I have very specific memories, therefore I could not possibly be Elizabeth, right?" She glanced around the empty room.
"Great I'm talking to myself again," She said with a groan, burrowing her face in the pillow. So how exactly did Lucky know about her birthmark?
"Cameras!" She said with a start jumping off the bed. "The little bastard bugged our room." Her eyes flicked around the room for any obvious signs of electronics.
"Right Nichols, he bugged the room, that's why he knew about your birthmark but not your tattoo, which is impossible and you know it." Rory sneered sitting back on the bed. Damn'it she hated being logical. She sighed and laid back down on the bed.
"God!" She cried a few minutes later, "I have to stop slipping into blonde mode," she cursed herself and grabbed her bag to dig inside of it, only to frown as she came up empty.
"Now if I were an address book, where would I be?" Rory wondered glancing around the small room. "Let's see I had it in my hand when I called Caryn last night, then Jason got out of the shower and…" She broke off and went to the dresser and tugged on the corner of it pulling it away from the wall. "Eureka! So that's where it landed when he…" she made a mental note to call Caryn, she ended the call rather abruptly, smiling at the memory she crossed to the phone.
Life with Jason was such an adventure she thought with a laugh while she listened to the phone ring, damn, machine. She drummed her fingers on the desk while she waited for the beep.
"Gabe are you there?" Rory asked, "Hello paging Uncle Gabe, it's your favorite niece." She paused, "Well I just wanted to tell you, you know those numbers I always play, well they came in last night to the tune of $2 million, so…"
"Hello, Rory good to hear from you."
Rory smiled, he was so predictable, "Why Uncle Gabe you are there."
"Yes, I just got in, I heard your message that's great."
Rory could picture him, his dark eyes glazed over with the thought of all that money heading in his direction, she almost felt sorry for him, almost. "Well the thing is Gabe, I forgot to buy a ticket." She said climbing on the desk and waited for his meltdown.
"What!" Gabe shrieked into the phone, collapsing with a groan into his chair. "Tell me you didn't do that Bonnie,"
"Sorry Clyde," Rory said with a laugh, "besides you don't need it yet do you? I thought the Countess was taking care of you."
"Well she was until," Gabe broke off with a disgusted sigh when he looked at the stack of bills on his desk, damn $2 mil would have come in handy.
"Until, what? Her hubby came home?"
"No the hubby didn't have a problem with me, it was her girlfriend that did. It was interesting for a while and then she told the Countess to get rid of me, women." Gabe said lighting a cigarette.
She laughed her uncle would never change, "Well didn't you get some nice parting gifts, besides the exploits I have no desire to hear about?"
"Yep some," Gabe said studying the solid gold Rolex on his arm, "So what do you want?"
"Man, can't a girl call her only relative without wanting anything?"
"No." His answer was succinct and to the point, "What do you want?"
"Okay, I wanted to know what storage unit the pictures are in," She said twisting the phone cord in her hand she had been thinking about this. She figured the only reason she got so wigged was because of those photographs that Spencer had, so if she came up with some of her own pictures, it would get him off her back.
"What pictures?"
"Pictures of me, with mom and dad, one's with you, school pictures, junk like that, what unit are they in?"
His hand tightened on the beer bottle, "Why what's the interest now?"
"Well you see," She stopped she did not want to go into this again, "I'm just curious."
"You already have the one of you and your parents, and there's that one with me when your were 7."
She snorted, "Gabe I was thinking of a picture of me and my parents when I was actually visible, not just a lump in mom's stomach, also photo's with you from when I was older. So are they in the units in California? Or the one's in Florida?"
He stood up and paced the cluttered apartment, "Rory all of those photo's were lost in the fire you know that."
Rory was quiet thinking about the fire that had claimed her parent's lives when she was just five, "All of them? You don't have any photo's of me with mom and dad?" she asked quietly.
"Rory honey, you know you were the only thing that made it out of that house alive or in one piece." Gabe said, the pain evident in his voice
She was quiet for a minute she knew how much he missed his sister, her mother, "Alright then how about class photos, or shots of you and me while I was growing up. I just need a few pictures here."
"There aren't any others."
"What?" She cried, "How can there be no other photos of me growing up?"
"You hated having your picture taken, you always demanded to be the one behind the camera." Gabe answered calmly, taking a drag off his cigarette.
"Quit smoking," Rory ordered absentmindedly, "Well what about school photos?"
"We moved around a lot, you know that. Most times you weren't there on picture day, or if you were, we were gone by the time the photo's were done," Gabe took another puff off his cigarette before pitching it out the window, he had almost finished a full one, before she caught him.
"Okay maybe I can see that, but what about candid shots of you and me?" She asked disbelief evident in her voice.
"Rory you know how I feel about pictures. It's better not to leave anything around that could be used…"
"As a way to track you down," She finished for him upset she had been counting on some photos to wave in Spencer's face.
"So are you still with the Neanderthal?" Gabe asked abruptly changing the subject.
"Jason is not a Neanderthal."
"I don't know about that, I seem to remember a time when he kicked in our door, and carried you out over his shoulder with you cursing him the whole way."
"Yeah and I seem to remember you sitting on your ass and not helping when he did."
"Hey I'm not stupid you know how big he is," Gabe argued.
"That was just a misunderstanding we worked that out a long time ago," Rory said shifting on the desk embarrassed by the thrill the memory caused in her. She was an independent competent woman she shouldn't be thrilled by macho actions like that. She shook her head, who was she kidding she had loved it.
"Still you left town with him after knowing him for what two weeks? I'm just telling you to be careful, that's all."
"This coming from the same man who threw my bags out of the window, in his haste to see me leave," Rory commented dryly.
"What can I say, you caught me at a bad time." He said with a smile, that faded when his gaze fell on the bills on the desk again, "It's funny how bad times seem to show up a lot."
She groaned at the tone, and put her head on her knees, "How much?"
"$2 grand should do it, I'm just behind on the rent that's all," Gabe said quickly.
"Gabe, you're killing me," Rory said sourly.
"Just hit up Jason for it, by now you should have him pretty well wrapped around your finger, if you can't get money out of him by now, then your no niece of mine. Hey in fact forget the $2 grand that's chump change, hit him up for some real dough, he's connected I'm sure he has it to spare," Gabe said picturing himself in a convertible.
"I don't take money from Jason. Not now, not ever, and I won't let you near him." She said coldly.
"Sorry." He backpedaled, "so it is serious between you two, I didn't know. I just thought you might be following in my footsteps, Bonnie." He finished with his nickname for her.
"Well I'm not." Rory sighed, she couldn't help the way he thought, "I'll wire you the money tomorrow."
"Thanks I owe you. So where are you? This is long distance but it doesn't sound like country to country. I thought you were heading to New Zealand." Gabe opened a bag of chips, this not smoking was killing him.
"Were not, Jason had some business to take care of, were in upstate New York, a town called Port Charles, have you ever heard of it?" Rory paused, "Nuts, Gabe I got to go that's my other line, I'll call you soon." She said and disconnected.
Port Charles, this was not good, he hung up the phone, threw the chips aside and desperately fished in his pocket for a cigarette, Port Charles was not good.
"Hello." Rory said.
"Hi Rory it's Sonny."
"Hey what's up?"
"I wanted to confirm the dinner plans for tonight, is 8:30 okay for you?" Sonny asked walking to the waiting limo.
"That's fine, hey Sonny how formal is it? I'd ask Jason but he just says to where whatever I want."
"Well it's not formal, neither one of us will be in a tie, but it isn't real casual either."
"Gee thanks for that insight," Rory jeered, "men."
Sonny laughed, "Are you okay? I saw you on the docks earlier with Lucky."
"I'm fine," She snapped quickly before softening her tone, "I need to go it's almost 6:30 and if I know Carly she's been preparing for this for hours, I better get started. Bye Sonny."
"Rory," but it was too late she was gone.
She got off the desk, contrary to what she told Sonny she didn't need two hours to get ready for dinner, she just didn't want to deal with the concern she heard in his voice.
"Alright, logic again. Just because I don't have the school photo's doesn't mean the school doesn't still have a copy of the class photos at least. In fact they are bound to have a copy I could get." Thrilled with that piece of deduction, she sat on the desk to write down some of the schools she attended and the years she was there. Most were on the west coast, so with any luck she could get some information tonight.
~Penthouse~
Jason got off the elevator carrying a package and approached Adam who was at the door, "Is Carly home?"
"Yes Mr. Morgan," Adam said quickly.
"Good," Jason said and waited, "You going to let me in?"
Adam jolted, "Yes sir," he quickly opened the door, "Mr. Morgan is here," he announced to the empty living room.
Jason walked into the room with a shake of his head, Adam was a good guard, he was just intimidated by him and Sonny that was why he normally was assigned to Michael not the door.
"Jason?" the voice came from behind him.
"Hello Leticia, I wanted to see Michael," Jason said turning to face the dark-haired nanny.
"Certainly, he's just finishing his dinner, I'll bring him right out," Letiticia said heading back in the kitchen.
Jason glanced around the penthouse he could see Carly and Michael's influence evident in the Penthouse. Sonny was obsessively neat, but Michael's toys were scattered around, a pair of Carly's shoes were forgotten under the table. If he ever had any doubt at how much Sonny loved them it was erased now.
"Jason," Leticia said.
Jason turned to look at her and Michael, who had a hold of her hand, and was staring warily at him. God he's so big, Jason thought he crouching down to his level and opening his arms to the boy.
"Michael, give your Uncle Jason a hug," Leticia said, at her words Michael buried his head in her leg.
"No don't know him," Michael said wrapping his arms around her leg.
Carly paused on the steps, she saw Jason stand up quickly at Michael's words, she could see the pain on his face. Tears filled her eyes and guilt swamped her.
"Michael, you know Jason," Leticia said trying to pull the boy off of her leg, "don't be like this."
"It's okay Leticia," Jason said his voice harsher than normal.
Carly sat down on the steps, obscuring herself from the occupants in the living room, she heard the pain in Jason's voice.
Jason took a deep breath before speaking again in his normal voice, "I brought him a gift, I'll leave it on the table and visit him later. Goodbye Michael," he said softly before heading for the door.
Michael pulled away from Leticia when he heard the big man's voice. He knew that voice, that voice meant, "Daddy." Michael cried running after the big man.
Jason turned, caught the little boy, and stood with him in his arms. He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat when the little boy wrapped his arms around his neck. "Hi Michael."
Michael heard the familiar rumble coming from the man's chest, he heard the voice from his dreams wash over him, he smelled the man and it was the same, the strong hold was the same. To Michael, the rumble, the voice, the smell, the hold only meant one thing, Daddy. Michael pulled away from Jason's chest, "Where go?"
Jason smiled and moved into the room to the couch, oblivious to everything but Michael, "I had to leave. But it had nothing to do with you, I want you to know I thought of you every day,"
Michael studied Jason's face intently, "Okay."
"I brought you something, it's on the table," Jason said and put the boy down and watched Michael run for the present. He smiled when the boy dragged it back over to him. Michael had gotten so big and seemed so happy. He watched Michael tear into the paper and saw the puzzle box that was covered with animals.
"Giraffe." Michael pointed to one of the animals.
"Yes it's a giraffe. Michael while I was gone, I saw some real giraffes, Rory, you don't know her, took pictures of me with the giraffe, I'll show them to you. Jason said when Michael came over and leaned against him.
Michael didn't always understand what was said but he felt so safe when he heard that voice. "Daddy."
Jason closed his eyes, as much as he considered himself Michael's father he couldn't confuse the boy, "No not daddy, Uncle Jason."
"No Uncle Sonny."
"No Michael, you can have more than one uncle. You have Uncle Sonny and you have me." Jason explained to the boy.
"Jason," Michael said trying to please him.
"Yes, Uncle Jason, not daddy," Jason agreed sadly looking at the little boy.
Carly heard the wistfulness in Jason's voice and scrubbed the tears off her face, preparing herself to go into the room.
"Do you like Uncle Sonny?"
"Love Sonny," Michael said playing with the box.
"Good, he loves you. You, Mommy and Uncle Sonny are a family," Jason said. "You live here as a family."
"Yes."
"Michael I want you to know that I will always be your family too, I'll always be your Uncle, your Uncle Jason." Jason said running his hand over Michael's head.
"Jason," Sonny's voice came from behind him.
"Uncle Sonny," Michael cried in delight and ran to Sonny.
"Hey buddy," Sonny said with a grin picking the boy up to hug him.
"Daddy Jason is here," Michael said squirming out of Sonny's hold trying to get down.
"Michael come here it's time for desert," Leticia called.
Sonny waited for Michael to leave before moving to the chair by the couch and sitting down. "Jason."
"I'm not going to interfere. He has you and Carly, two parents who love him, and respect him. He will be part of a family that's all I ever wanted for him." Jason said quietly his voice full of emotion.
"Jason you will always be his family," Sonny said resting his chin on his hand to study his friend. "You have to know that Carly and I would never keep you from Michael."
"I thought," He paused, "I thought he'd forgotten me."
"Of course he hasn't forgotten you, Carly and I tell him about you all the time, we show him pictures of you, and on nights when he can't sleep, we play that tape you made him, when he hears your voice he quiets down, and goes to sleep. We won't let him forget you."
"Maybe you should," Jason said refusing to meet Sonny's eyes, "He didn't know me when I first got here, and I was just going to leave. I was telling myself that it was a good thing, that he didn't know me, that it was better for him to forget me that way he wouldn't be confused.
Unable to sit any longer Jason got up and crossed to the bar, and pulled himself a scotch, "But then he ran to me and called me Daddy. Even though I know it's wrong, I was so happy to hear him call me that, to know that he remembered me at all."
"Of course he remembers you, you are his Daddy," Carly cried making her presence known coming down the stairs, crossing to him at the bar.
"No I'm not," Jason said lifting the glass of scotch.
She pulled the glass from his hand and slammed it on the bar, "Yes you are. It takes more than biology to be a Daddy. A.J. that waste will always be his father, but you will always be Michael's Daddy."
Jason turned away from her.
She caught his arm, "Listen to me Jase. Any man who is medically able can be a father, trust me their part in the baby-making process doesn't take long. But a Daddy now that is a lifetime commitment. You see a Dad will give everything he has for his child, he will love that child unconditionally no matter if he wants to be a Senator or a trash man. A dad gives his time, his love, he doesn't see his child as an extension of himself. He doesn't see his child as a prize or a bragging right, he just sees his child."
She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on Jason, "Michael is the luckiest little boy because he had two daddies who love him that way. One that he calls Uncle Sonny, and one that he calls Daddy Jason. He doesn't realize it yet, but when he does he going to feel so loved." Carly finished her tears working their way down her face wrecking her make-up.
"Carly that's not right, what you said. You and Sonny are his parents. I walked away from him once because I didn't want to confuse him, I'm not going to let you confuse him." Jason ran his hand over his face, trying to stem the need that Carly's words awoke in him, god he wanted to believe her.
"Jason, Carly's right," Sonny said walking over to them, "We talked about this before you ever came back. It's true that we are raising Michael as our son, I know you will never try to take him away from us. But I consider Michael your son and I always have, you will always, always have a say in his life."
"That's not right," Jason cried focusing on Sonny, "he's your son now."
"Yes he is," Sonny agreed, "But like Carly said he is a lucky little boy because he has two daddies. I couldn't love that boy more if he were my flesh and blood, and neither could you. The only name that Michael will call me is Uncle Sonny or just Sonny, the only name for you Jason is Daddy and I'm fine with that."
Jason groaned and walked to the window, "I want to be in his life, but I don't want to confuse him, or do anything that tries to take your place Sonny."
"You won't, I am going to raise, no I should say we are going to raise him, that we being Carly, me and you, I promise you that." Sonny said following him to the window.
"Besides Jase it's not like you have a choice." Carly called continuing on when he turned to look at her, "Michael has decided on his own to call you Daddy, when I talked to him about you, Sonny made me say Jason instead of Daddy so I wouldn't confuse him. Today Michael saw you or heard you and decided on his own to call you Daddy it was his decision; and you know what you always say about making someone's decision for them."
Jason looked from the smile on her tear stained face, to the grin on Sonny's face, and shook his head. Michael ran into the room his face smeared with chocolate. "Daddy Jason, I brung you some," he said with a smile holding out a smashed, gooey piece of cake.
Sonny laughed and smacked Jason on the back, "Go ahead Daddy Jason."
~Jakes~
Rory slammed the phone down in disgust another dead end this made absolutely no sense. She got up to prowl the room. Three of the six schools she had contacted not only had no picture of her, they had no records that a Rory Nichols ever attended that school in the past fifty years.
"There's still three schools left, maybe my memory of the names are off. It still doesn't matter, I know who I am I don't need to convince anyone else," she told her reflection in the mirror.
Her eyes fell on the contact solution bottle on the dresser and she picked it up, "Don't it make my brown eyes blue," she whispered suddenly incensed, she turned and threw the bottle across the room.
Jason caught the missile before it could hit him in the chest he raised his eyes to Rory in question, entering the room and closing the door behind him, "Problem?"
"Sorry mild temper tantrum, I'm over it now." She said embarrassed at being caught, she walked over to him and slipped her arms around his waist burying her face in his chest.
He threw his coat on the chair before wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her head, "So what did the bottle do?"
She didn't answer, feeling safe for the first time since she had last seen him. It was pathetic how much she needed him right then, but she couldn't work up the energy to pull herself out of the clinging girlfriend routine.
"Rory?" Jason asked when she still didn't answer him.
"Shut up Jason," Rory said closing her eyes the tension of the last several hours drained away.
He thought back to his conversation with Lila, That's the privilege of being a woman, we take great delight in confusing the men on our lives, especially the men were in love with, when his Grandmother was right she was right.
Finally Rory pulled back to look him in the face, "Come here."
He leaned down and kissed her, her hands raced up his back and he framed her face as the power of the embrace grew. He finally broke the kiss and rested his forehead on hers to take in some air.
"You taste like chocolate."
Jason smiled, "Michael wanted to share his."
"You saw Michael?" She asked moving her head slightly so she could study his eyes, she knew he had been worried that Michael would have forgotten him, "How did it go?"
He let her go and walked to the dresser emptying his pockets, "Better than I hoped, at first he didn't know who I was."
Rory sat on the bed and watched him.
"I was going to leave, I was practically out the door when he suddenly called me Daddy and ran over to me." He sat beside her to pull off his boots.
"That's good." She said taking his hand, "Isn't it?"
"I don't know," He admitted wearily, "I don't want to confuse him."
Rory moved on the bed so she was sitting on her knees behind him, her hands went to his neck to massage the knots there, "What did Sonny and Carly say?"
"Carly said it was only natural for Michael to call me Daddy because that was who I was to Michael," Jason answered, moving automatically when Rory pulled his shirt up and over his head.
She went to work on his shoulders, "How about Sonny?"
"Sonny agreed, he said he not only considered Michael his son, but my son as well." He said quietly.
Rory moved up and dropped her left arm over his shoulder to rest her chin on his right shoulder, "That's good then, they'll raise Michael, but keep you involved in his life, that's all you realistically expected."
"I just don't want anyone to be hurt by this, especially not Michael or Sonny." He said his hand closing over hers.
"I don't want you hurt." She ran her hand down his right arm, "Shit!" She jerked his arm up to look at his watch, "It's 7:20."
"Yes."
Rory pushed by him and off the bed pulling at her clothes, "We have to meet Sonny and Carly at 8:30," She said trying to kick off her boots. "Morgan you are going to make me late," She complained when he pulled her on his lap.
"Nope I'm just helping," he said running his hand down over her leg to pull off the boot before repeating the process on her other leg.
"Cut it out Morgan, with that kind of help we'll miss dinner entirely," Rory said getting unsteadily to her feet. "I'm going to shower now, alone." She finished with a glare and slammed the bathroom door.
Jason laughed and crossed over to the closet to pull out a pair of black pants, and a white silk shirt, good enough he thought as the phone rang.
"Morgan."
"Hello may I please speak with Rory Nichols," a perky sounding feminine voice came over the line.
"She's unavailable can I take a message?"
Oh my she thought, what a voice, "My name is Deb Vee I'm calling from LeCompton Junior High in Zendale, California, I'm returning her call, I have the information she requested."
"Okay can you give the information to me, or do you need to speak with her?" Jason asked picking up a pen and flipping over a piece of paper to write on.
"Could you please tell her that I accessed the records for the past forty years and we have had no student by the name of Rory Nichols at anytime during those years."
Jason frowned as he wrote down the information, "Is that all?"
Unfortunately yes, Deb thought, she really wanted to talk to him longer, "Yes."
"Thanks, I'll tell her." Jason said and hung up the phone.
He studied the information he wrote down before turning the paper over, he saw a list of school names and dates, along with little notes in the margins like What the hell, idiot, as well as question marks.
Why was she checking her school records? More importantly why did it look like she was coming up dry in her hunt for records? If he read her notes right it looked like she was zero for four with two left.
"All yours Jason," Rory said walking out of the bathroom.
He turned to look at her when she pulled on her bra, She glanced at him, "What?"
"You had a call, from a Deb at LeCompton," Jason said studying her, he saw her movements still and her body tense, but she kept her back to him.
"And?"
"There's no record that a Rory Nichols has attended that school in at least forty years."
She sighed and let her shoulders sag briefly, another school out.
"You want to tell me what's going on?" He asked leaning against the desk.
"No." She said immediately picking up his shirt and pulling it on.
"Rory."
"I will. Just not now, now we have to get ready for dinner." She sat on the bed and pulled on her boots.
He sighed, "Okay later," he noticed her actions when she dug in her bag and pulled out her car keys, "Going somewhere?"
"Yes, I need to get a dress that in my other bag in the car."
Jason studied her impromptu outfit, his shirt skimmed her thighs and the boots hit high over her ankle, "Your going outside dressed like that?"
She glanced down at her outfit, "Hey all I need is a belt and this could be an outfit, they wore clothes like this in the 70's you know Charlie's Angels."
He snorted and shook his head, "I'll get your suitcase."
"You don't know which one."
"So I'll bring them all," Jason said holding out his hand for the keys.
"No there's not enough room up here for that. I'll just get it and be right back."
"You know we could move into the penthouse it's a much bigger place," He said taking the opening she gave him to start her thinking about moving.
"Why I like Jakes, you have to admit living over a bar has its advantages," Rory said with a saucy smile, "Like that pool game we had last night."
He tensed at the memory, he would never be able to play pool with her again without remembering that game. "Still," He said shaking off the memory.
"Still we don't have time for this. It's not like I'm going across town Jason, I'm just going outside, besides if it was good enough for Jill Monroe it's good enough for me," She said opening the door.
"You know she's not real."
"Who?" She asked looking back at him.
"The people you talk about, the one's on TV, they're not real. I just wanted to make sure you knew that."
She laughed, "Morgan go soak your head."
He smiled and moved to the window to keep an eye on her. He saw her enter the parking lot and move to her car to wrestle a bag out of the trunk. The shirt was stretched along her backside, and his hand was reaching to open the window, when he saw a man approach her.
He could see her smile and watched her mouth move, she gestured then waving to him in the window. The man followed the movement and quickly stepped back with a shake of his head.
Rory smiled at Jason and blew him a kiss before heading back inside. He shook his head and headed to the bathroom to soak his head.
Jake let out a whistle when she saw them enter the bar a half an hour later. "Jason is that you? I hardly recognized you without your leather jacket."
"I know he cleans up good doesn't he?" Rory said pausing by the bar, "It's good to know, because a woman's best decoration is the eye candy on her arm."
Jason smiled down at her before pinching her butt.
"Hey!"
Jake laughed at the two before bending to open her safe.
Rory's eyes followed her movements, she moved to get a look at the safe, the interest shining in her eyes. "Hey is that a KASO TL30?"
"Yes," Jake said closing it and staring at the girl in surprise.
"Cool," Rory said crouching by the safe, "Is it the 2119 Model or the 2120?"
Jason walked around the bar and pulled Rory up, "We need to go."
"But I just wanted to find out about the KASO," She said when he began to pull her to the door, "if it is a 2119 Model their extremely rare, I have had one on my list forever."
"Later Rory." He said keeping hold of her arm, he had to nip this in the bud now. When it came to locks, or safes Rory turned into a different person, she had an obsession with cracking safes. He felt her resistance and played his ace, "You don't want Carly to think your running scared of her do you?"
"Of course not," Rory snapped walking with him then, "Move it Morgan," she ordered but she couldn't help but take another glance back at the bar and the KASO hidden there.
Jason walked over to her car, "Keys" he said holding out his hand.
"No, the person who has the keys drives you know that," She said stepping around him to unlock the Mustang.
"You are so obsessed when it comes to this car," Jason grumbled.
"Well it's my car."
"You won the car in a card game it's not like you bought it." Jason argued when he got in.
"Your still angry that I bluffed you out of the hand," Rory said with a giggle.
"I am not," Jason snapped. He wasn't angry with her, just mad at himself. He had a full house 10's over 8's and she bluffed him all right. She went on to win the pot, which included the Mustang with only 3 Jacks.
"And you say you never lie," Rory said and started the car.