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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 23
~Cliff Road~
"So what do we have here Whitey?" Lieutenant Taggert asked the head crime scene technician when he arrived at the accident site.
"A couple of surprises, one of which is why I'm here." Dr. Aaron "Whitey" Ford said pushing his glasses up his nose. "I must admit I'm surprised to see you here LT I thought you only played in the big leagues now."
Taggert glared at him. He hated the LT that Whitey always called him, as usual though Whitey was oblivious. "I'm interested in all sorts of crime."
"Now who said this was a crime scene?" Whitey asked walking up the hill, towards the little flags that were stuck in the side of the road, marking points of interest, in the crash site. "You want to tell me why you requested me to be here?"
"Alright I'm interested in this, since I found out the victim's name was Rory Nichols." Taggert admitted, trekking up the hill after Whitey. He knew from experience that he had to answer Whitey's questions truthfully or he would wait for days for Whitey's report. "She happens to be Jason Morgan's girlfriend. Damn." He muttered under his breath when he stepped in some mud. He was scraping at his shoe, so he missed the sudden interest of one of the lab technicians, once he mentioned Morgan's name.
"Well that explains why I'm here instead of at lunch. I should have known when you showed up there was a Corinthos angle to this case." Whitey grumbled, as Director of Forensics, he didn't usually get called to traffic accidents.
"I needed the best." Taggert said with a smile, it was never too early to start the sucking up process.
"Well that's what you got." Whitey told him arrogantly. "Alright we backtracked for at least two miles, it was a quick scan, but there were no tire marks, or brake trails until here, about a quarter of a mile from impact."
Taggert studied the ground, even to his untrained eyes, he could see the extra rubber, and black marks on the pavement. The faint odor of burnt rubber hadn't yet vanished either.
"For some reason here is where we have the first indications of brakes." He pointed to the dark swirl marks. "Looks like she put the car in a spin."
"Deliberate?"
"Looks that way." Whitey nodded, pointing down at the next series of flags. "If you continue down the hill, you can see that it is a controlled spin." His voice had taken on the nasal quality that he used when lecturing to his students.
Taggert trailed him, knowing better than to interrupt.
They finally reached the main scene, and Whitey hadn't even paused for a breath. "Impact was here." He pointed to a large pine tree. "She had a great deal of speed when she hit, my rough estimate is over 50 m.p.h."
Whitey moved over and touched a large bruise on the base of the trunk, Taggert could see the flakes of a deep red paint on the tree. "According to a diver that we got to the car, the dent is on the passenger side, right by the front wheel base." He looked up at Taggert. "I'm guessing at over 50 because we can see that the car ricocheted from the tree after impact, coming to rest about here."
"When will you know for sure?" Taggert asked.
"Now LT that all depends. We do have other cases you know, and this will take a lot of field tests, and computer simulations, before I can state my findings 100%." Whitey told him with a grin.
With the sunlight reflecting off his pale baldhead, and also glinting off his coke bottle glasses, his wide grin, with a mouthful of braces, he reminded Taggert of a life size fly. "You know it's a priority Whitey."
Whitey ignored him, pointing to the ground. "We can tell from the indentations left by her tires that her front wheels were on the ground originally, while the rear wheels, were always over the edge." He pointed to a particularly deep rut. "She spent a little time hanging here, until well…" He paused to grin at Taggert. "Gravity works."
Taggert moved towards the edge careful to walk around the flags set in the ground to preserve the scene. He could see the path the car had followed by the flattened bushes, and compressed grass.
"We found a rock about 200 ft down, with blood on it. The officer on scene said she had a head wound, and that was roughly the area where the paramedics found her. I have some guys doing some tests, to see what else was there. We know the car made several intermediate stops on it's way down, before slipping over that mini ledge about 250 ft down, and freefalling into the water below. It's a good thing she bailed when she did, another few feet, and we'd be fishing her out of the drink." Whitey pulled off his glasses, rubbing at them with his tie.
"How long will it be before we get the car?"
"Oh I'm betting at least three months."
"What?" Taggert turned on him.
"Look LT." Whitey pointed down to the water below. "How are we supposed to get it out?"
Taggert looked over the edge cautiously, moving closer, to study the terrain. He hated heights. He could feel himself starting to sweat even though the April wind was brisk today. He forced the uneasiness away and focused on doing his job. He spotted what Whitey was talking about right away.
The drop after about 250 ft was a sheer drop. The terrain on either side was wild and overgrown, with jagged rocks. There was no way to get a vehicle down the side, the drop was also too big, to try to pull the car up the side of the cliff. He edged closer, to look at the bed of the lake. It was impassible there was no way a vehicle, could get close to where the car was submerged. "Damn'it."
"Yes. Maybe in a few months the water will be deep enough that the current will move the car. A quarter mile farther, there is an opening where we can get a vehicle through. But for now the car is Lake Art." Whitey finished with a grin.
"I need to know what happened here, with that car now, not three months from now." Taggert snapped.
"Well you better check with the victim then, because other than a cursory check, we can't check the engine or brakes, to find out if the car failed, due to mechanical problems, or mischief most foul." He began to whistle tunelessly. "Nope this crime scene will be without the car."
Taggert rubbed his forehead in disgust. If Rory Nichols didn't make it, he would be S.O.L. and Morgan and Corinthos would walk again. He gradually became aware of Whitey's whistling, and thought back to what he had just said, crime scene. "What aren't you telling me then Whitey? Why are you calling this a crime scene, instead of an accident site?" He demanded, turning to the small man, who was rocking back and forth on his heels, like a demented munchkin.
Whitey beamed. "I told you we had a few surprises." He pointed to a series of flags at the edge of the cliff. "Especially here."
Taggert moved over to check out a series of footprints. He had to study it, because Whitey would never say anything, until he made a guess and showed his ignorance. "Footprints?"
"How many do you see?"
"A lot." Taggert shrugged. "Come on Whitey, I don't have time for this."
"No time to learn? LT I'm disappointed in you." Whitey sighed, "We have prints from the paramedics, here and here." He pointed along the fringe. "We took a shot of their shoes, for comparison later on, if necessary I'll make a cast of their prints too. So that way we can fully isolate their prints from the others."
"So who are these then?" Taggert asked pointing to a set of prints that had a weird design on the sole. They were pointed in the fashion of dress shoes. "They look like fancy ones."
"Very good, you can learn something." Whitey said slapping him on the shoulder, but because of the height difference, he hit Taggert's back instead. "They're not the paramedics, nor your officer. The girl was on a stretcher, besides, these are a size 10 man's shoes. Yet they are very fresh, and as you pointed out, they are dress shoes, so why would they be on a muddy cliffside?"
Taggert kept quiet, knowing Whitey would go on, even if he did try to speak.
"They came out of the brush over there, moved to the impact site, then followed the car to the edge. He left us a real good print over there, when he stepped in a mud puddle. But he was definitely here, after the car hit, because you can see when he walked away, he stepped in the groove her tire made on the mud." Whitey pointed at the mark.
"So who do they belong too?"
"That's your job LT, I'm just here to tell you what to look for. But he definitely helped the car over the edge."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Whitey snapped. "The indentation test will bear me out. But you can tell from the prints, that he was pushing the car, at these points. I know he was, and I haven't been wrong in 22 years. That car was definitely helped over the edge, and that makes it attempted murder, therefore a crime scene."
A slow smile crossed Taggert's face. "So when can I get the info on those shoes, and your estimate of a height and weight factor on our mysterious little helper?"
"Now that all depends." Whitey rubbed his hands together in anticipation, this was his favorite part, negotiating.
"You do know this is about Morgan and Corinthos." Taggert said trying to cut him off.
"They'll still be here in a few days." Whitey wasn't having any of it.
"I have a bottle of unblended scotch." Taggert offered.
"Nope, quit drinking, M.I.L. don't you know." Whitey grumbled.
"M.I.L.?" Taggert asked absently.
"Mother-in-law, moved in with us. If I drink with her there, I will have a crime scene in my own home." Whitey explained.
He didn't know what surprised him more, the fact that Whitey was married, or the fact, he knew Whitey was serious about harming his mother in law. He pulled his thoughts away from that track, concentrating instead on getting what he needed, as soon as possible. "How about two tickets to this years Nurses Ball?"
"No, you seen one strip show, you've seen them all." Whitey began to polish his glasses again. "I'm thinking outdoors, noisy, the ballpark, a little bird told me you know all about that."
Taggert groaned. "Whitey, you can't be serious."
"Don't worry you'll get that report as soon as I can get to it, probably late next week with the preliminary." Whitey said stepping away.
"Wait." Taggert rubbed his head, his mother was going to kill him, he had waited weeks to get those tickets. "Two tickets to the subway series in June, third base side."
"Now you're talking." Whitey all but cackled in glee. "You'll have the preliminary report by the end of the day, the final report by the end of the week. I'll rush the information giving you height and weight estimates on the man who made the prints, as well as what brand of shoe." He started whistling again, turning away to hurry up his techs.
Taggert smiled grimly, losing the Mets/Yankees would be worth it, if he got something on Morgan, but he was going to make sure Whitey earned those tickets. "I want everything out of the car, every scrap of paper, every piece of lint, also photos, and anything else you can think of." He ordered heading for his car. It was time to pay a visit to the hospital.
The tech that had followed them along their journey of the accident site, headed back towards the equipment van. He glanced at his watch, he needed to make a call, he had a feeling Benny would be very interested in Whitey's report.
~GH 4th Floor~
Jason grinned at her words, bringing her hand to his lips. "I guess I forgot for a minute."
Rory closed her eyes shifting slightly, only to stop in surprise as pain shot through her body. She opened her eyes, belatedly focusing on the room, and not recognizing it. "What?"
"It's okay Rory." Jason said immediately. He glanced over at Bobbie who nodded at him. "You were in an accident, you're at General Hospital."
"I was?" She murmured turning her head carefully, her shoulder was a dull ache, she glanced down seeing that her left arm was in a sling. If her shoulder ached, her head throbbed.
"Rory, I'm Dr. Jones." Tony said leaning over her on her left side, catching her attention. "I'm going to examine you now okay?"
Rory turned back to look at Jason. The room seemed to go from light, to dark, to light again. She blinked to bring him into focus. "What kind of accident?"
"You can discuss that in a few minutes, right now I need to get a look at your head." Tony spoke again. "Jason you need to leave now."
Jason looked up at him, but made no effort to move.
"I see your hearing hasn't improved Jason." Tony sniped. "Get out now, I need to examine my patient."
"Jason." Rory tugged on his hand, drawing his attention away from Dr. Jones. "Let him do his job, then he'll leave."
Jason sighed, moving closer to her head, to kiss her uninjured cheek. "I'll be right outside." The words were meant to comfort her, and also to warn Dr. Jones.
"I'll be here." She said weakly.
Jason stood up, shooting another warning look at Tony, before looking at Bobbie in question.
"I'll be right here with her Jason." Bobbie said quickly.
Jason nodded, and reluctantly let go of her hand, heading for the door.
"The nerve of that guy." Tony muttered, his anger extreme enough, that he forgot Rory's presence, speaking his thoughts out loud. "Does he think I'll hurt my own patient? If I didn't know better, I would say his brain damage is growing."
"Tony." Bobbie said in warning. "You can't blame him, and now is not the time to be talking like this." She moved up beside the bed. "This won't take long Rory."
Tony glanced down at his patient, belatedly remembering her tie to Jason, bracing himself for the resemblance to Elizabeth. The only difference he could see was her eyes, which were now full of anger, directed at him, he had no doubt. He berated himself, he shouldn't have spoken like that with her in the room, only the sight of Jason, always seemed to make him do things he normally wouldn't do. "Alright." He said with a smile. "I don't want you to worry, I've never had any complaints." He paused before finishing his joke. "Of course that's because most of my patients are unconscious, I'm a surgeon."
Rory's arm felt like it had been ripped off, her head was pounding so hard, that she would pay for it to be ripped off, bruises were making themselves known all over her body, and it seemed she had an asshole for a doctor. She sighed heavily. "With your bedside manner, I'd prefer to be unconscious too."
Bobbie swallowed a laugh, while Tony's face turned red.
~5th Floor~
"Emily are you okay?" Lucky asked in concern, when he saw how pale she was. "Did something happen to your Grandmother?"
"No." She glanced at Nikolas who shrugged. "A friend was in a car accident, I'm worried about her."
Lucky gave her a quick hug. "I'm sorry is it serious?"
"We don't know yet." She mumbled. If she told him, Lucky would probably charge up to ICU and make a scene. The last thing Jason needed was Lucky in his face. But if she didn't tell him, and he found out anyway, it could be worse. At least her and Nikolas were here to keep him calm, if they had too.
"Do I know her?" Lucky asked stepping back.
"Actually you do know her." Emily admitted.
Nikolas moved so he was standing by Emily facing Lucky. "It's Rory."
"What?" Lucky's eyes flicked from Emily's to Nikolas's in disbelief. "Elizabeth was in an accident?"
"No Rory was." Emily corrected him immediately.
"You said you thought she might die." Lucky whispered. Fear and dread were coursing through him, he couldn't lose her, not now. Not when he just found her again. "Where is she? I have to go see her."
"Lucky stop." Nikolas grabbed his arm when Lucky tried to go past him. "It's not Elizabeth, remember. Jason is with her, you need to stay here."
"I don't care about Jason." Lucky snapped pulling his arm free. "All I care is that she is hurt, she's hurt and I'm not with her. I need to see her." With that he took off down the hall, heading for the elevators.
"Nikolas we have to stop him." Emily cried taking off after him. "Jason's there and he's not in any shape to deal with Lucky."
"He'll probably go to E.R. first, let's head him off." Nikolas said taking her hand, and opening the door to the stairs.
~4th Floor~
"Well?" Carly pounced as soon as Jason stepped out the door.
"She seems fine, I asked her if she was done sleeping." Jason said quietly.
"Sleeping?" Sonny asked.
"She looked at me and asked me if I had hit my head, because she doesn't sleep without me." He said with a shake of his head, not really feeling much just yet. Ever since he had heard she was missing, he had been on overload, and now that it looked like she would be okay, he was numb.
"You two are weird." Carly said hugging him in relief.
"Tony's examining her now." Jason told them, when she stepped back.
"Him? You shouldn't let him anywhere near her." Carly snapped. She shrugged off Sonny's hand, when he touched her arm in warning. "There's no telling what he might do."
"Carly." Sonny said softly.
"What Sonny?" Carly turned to look at him. "You weren't in town during Tony's rampages, you don't know what he is capable of."
"Bobbie's with him." Jason explained, trying to head off her rant.
"Jason?" Dr. Monica Quartermaine moved up beside him. "I got called away, is there any change?"
Jason looked at her and smiled. "She woke up."
"Thank God." Monica sighed she could see the relief in her son's normally closed face. "So everything is okay then?"
"Tony is checking her now."
Monica nodded, meeting his eyes, she saw the unspoken request in them. "I think I'll just go inside myself."
"Thanks." Jason said squeezing her hand lightly.
"Damn." Carly muttered when her bag began to ring. "I ran out of Deception in such a rush I'm amazed Elton didn't call before now." She dug in her bag for her phone. "I'm going to handle this and I'll be right back." She gave Jason another quick hug. "She's going to be fine." She turned to Sonny, kissing him lightly. "Take care of them." She whispered before heading for the elevators.
Sonny looked after her a smile on his face, when she cared she held nothing back.
Carly paused by the elevators, the phone had rung over twenty-five times, and she let it ring a few more, before she answered it. "What is it Elton?" The elevator doors opened, and she was almost bowled over when someone ran out of them. "Watch it Lucky." She warned him, getting on the elevator.
Lucky ignored her, racing over towards Jason. "Where the hell is she?"
Carly's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could hear anymore the doors closed.
Jason turned around from the doors to face him. "Lucky this doesn't concern you."
"She's in a hospital, of course it concerns me." Lucky snapped. "Where is she? How bad is she hurt?"
Jason didn't answer, he didn't feel as in control as he normally did. All the worry and concern he had been feeling could easily be turned into anger. He didn't want that, he didn't want to unload on Lucky just because he needed a release. He looked at Sonny, and must have conveyed what he was feeling because Sonny moved to head Lucky off.
"Lucky she's going to be fine, so there's no reason for you to be here." Sonny told him, inserting himself between him and Jason.
"I'm not leaving until I see her. You can't make me."
"Look Lucky, I heard you had a bad morning, so I know you probably don't realize what you are saying, but you really need to leave now." Sonny ordered.
Jason stood behind Sonny staring impassively at Lucky, he had no idea what Sonny was talking about, but if it got rid of Lucky, before he was forced too, it would be good.
"I'm fine and I'm not leaving. I just need to know how Elizabeth is. Emily said she was in a car accident?" He stopped when an idea pushed past the fear he was feeling for Elizabeth. "Or was in an accident Jason? Did this have something to do with you?"
Jason ignored him, it was getting harder, and harder for him to see the boy he used to know in Lucky.
"I see you didn't get hurt, is this more of your arrogance that she has to pay the price for?" Lucky demanded his temper making him say things he shouldn't. "You live with her over a bar, you don't even have a decent lock on your door, she is alone a lot, and you wonder why she gets hurt. It's your damn fault Jason."
"Lucky after the head trip you pulled on Rory yesterday, the last thing you want to do is get in my face today." Jason warned him.
"Elizabeth! Her name is Elizabeth." Lucky yelled. "And if she is in this hospital because of you, I swear to God I will kill you." He finished moving closer to Jason.
"I'm not going to tell you again Lucky. Leave." Sonny snapped, putting his hands on Lucky's chest to stop his approach. He could hear the anger in Jason's voice, and there were to many witnesses around for him to lose it here.
"No." Lucky told him. "Elizabeth." He yelled trying to get around Sonny.
Jason moved closer to intercept him, when Johnny stepped in front of him to block him. "Think about Rory, you getting arrested isn't going to make her feel any better."
Jason glared at Johnny for a long minute before nodding. "Get him the hell away from me."
Sonny stayed in front of Lucky, shoving him back a step, when he made another charge towards the exam room, or Jason, he didn't know which. Nikolas and Emily burst from the stairwell, and Nikolas caught Lucky from behind stopping his charge in his tracks.
"Lucky stop it." Nikolas ordered dragging him towards the elevators.
"You don't understand Elizabeth…"
"Is dead." Nikolas yelled. "She is dead Lucky and no amount of wishing is going to turn Rory into her."
Lucky stared at his brother in shock. "But…"
"But nothing Lucky, you have to stop this right now. It's not doing you or her any good." Nikolas punched the elevator call button. "We're going to leave now. Jason is here for Rory. Do you hear me? Rory."
Lucky shoved his hands in his pockets staring past Nikolas to Jason who had moved to talk to Dr. Jones and Dr. Quartermaine, when they walked out of a treatment room. "I just need to know she's okay."
"Emily will tell us later." Nikolas told him, gesturing to the elevator, when the door opened. "Right now we need to go. It's not good for you to be here."
Lucky moved into the elevator, Sonny had said she was going to be fine. He tuned Nikolas out, his mind already formulating a plan, on how he could use this situation to bring Elizabeth back.
"What was all the yelling about?" An ashen-faced Monica asked, she hadn't been prepared to see a ghost.
"Lucky Spencer was here." Jason explained wearily. "How is Rory?" He asked, glancing at Emily when she took his hand.
Sonny and Alexis moved over to hear the report as well. Sonny for support, Alexis to make sure Tony talked.
"She looks good, she has a pretty serious concussion, and as a result some short term memory loss." Tony started, focusing on Emily, it seemed safer. "The last thing she does remember, before waking up here, is a lamp breaking?" He glanced at Jason in question, but he didn't say anything. "She didn't go into any detail about it."
"That happened last night." Jason said shortly. He knew why she wouldn't go into detail, neither would he.
"We're still waiting on the results of the MRI but I think that is just routine. The concussion, the dislocated shoulder, and numerous bruises, seem to be the extent of her injuries." Tony finished on a sigh. "For someone who went over a cliff she's lucky, at least for now." He focused on Jason again. "Although how long her luck will hold is anyone's guess."
"Thank you Tony." Alexis interrupted. "The medical report is all you need to concern yourself with though."
"What about her memory?" Sonny asked.
"It could come back, then again she might not ever remember this morning. The mind has a habit of protecting itself from remembering pain. Even if she doesn't remember, it is only a few hours of her life." He looked at Jason. "It's not like it's the first 21 years of someone's life, or a personality changing event, which is a pity, she needs a wake-up call as to who she let's in her life."
"Enough Tony." Monica snapped.
"Can I see her?" Jason addressed Monica. He was not going to let Dr. Jones goad him into starting something here. He knew that Tony was just looking for an excuse to have him arrested, and Taggert would be only too willing to oblige him.
"We're going to move her to a private room. She's going to be here overnight at the very least. Depending on how she handles her head injury, will tell if it will be longer or not." Monica explained. "You can see her, once she is settled in her room."
"Thanks."
Tony frowned in disgust, before moving away without a word. He saw his secretary by the nurse's station and handed her Rory's file. "Type up my notes, she's being admitted."
"Dr. Quartermaine to X-ray.. Dr. Monica Quartermaine to X-ray."
"I have to go now Jason, I'll check in on her later." She gave into temptation and hugged him, smiling when he hugged her back. "In spite of the circumstances it is good to see you."
"You too Monica." Jason said watching her walk away.
"Jason I'm sorry about Lucky. I thought Nikolas and I could control him, when he found out." Emily said softly.
"It's not your fault, he would have reacted like that, whenever he found out." Jason told her.
"Why did Lucky react like that?" Alexis asked.
"Rory looks like Elizabeth Webber, so he thinks she is Elizabeth." Sonny explained quietly. Something about what Lucky had said, bothered him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Elizabeth?" Alexis repeated, trying to put a face to the name. "The girl who used to waitress at Kelly's?"
"Yeah." Emily nodded. "It's spooky how much they look alike."
Sonny moved over to stand by Jason. "Carly said Rory freaked when she woke up. Does she share your dislike of hospitals?"
"No. That's why it was weird. A friend of hers was in the hospital for several weeks, and Rory used to visit her a lot, it never even bothered her."
"Maybe it bothered her this time, because she was the patient, not a visitor." Sonny offered.
"No." Again Jason shook his head. "Last summer, she had to have her tonsils out. She had no problems at all. I don't know why she reacted like that." He looked at Sonny. "She kept going on about shots."
~Inside~
"Is he always like that?" Rory asked the nurse.
"Who? Like what?" Bobbie asked hanging up the phone after talking to admitting.
"Is Dr. Jones always an ass?"
Bobbie couldn't help the small laugh that escaped. "I think you caught him off guard. First there was your resemblance to Elizabeth, and then when you tried to bite him, he didn't know how to take you."
"I tried to bite him?" She turned her head quickly in surprise, only to groan at the pain the unexpected movement caused.
"Still hurt?" Bobbie asked moving to the bed. "I'll see about giving you some more pain medicine. We were keeping your doses light, while you were unconscious, but now we can increase it."
"Good, just don't tell Jason. I don't want him to worry." Rory said.
"Honey, he's going to worry no matter what." Bobbies told her.
"I know." Rory sighed. "Did you say I tried to bite the Doctor?"
"Yes. When you came too, you were quite agitated. Jason had to calm you down, before he could, you went after Tony."
"Weird." Rory focused on the redhead again. "Wait weren't you the waitress yesterday?"
"I'm also a nurse." Bobbie explained, raising the guardrails on the bed. "You ready to go to your room?"
"I guess as long as you keep your jobs straight and don't bring me to the kitchen, I'm a lousy cook."
Bobbie laughed. "I'll remember that."
"Hey." Rory said softly, when the gurney was pushed through the doors, and Jason appeared at her side.
"Hey yourself." Jason said moving with the gurney towards the elevators, picking up her hand.
"You come here often?" She offered a slight smile.
Jason frowned down at her, and got on the elevator beside her.
Sonny couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, that girl was definitely what Jason needed in his life.
"I think so too." Emily said from beside him, reading his mind.
~Elevator~
"Jason you're hurt." Rory said suddenly, trying to sit up on the gurney, ignoring the pain, so she could touch his face.
He caught her hand and eased her back down gently. "I'm fine, I have a hard head remember?"
She closed her eyes trying to make herself remember. "Were you with me?"
"No you were alone." Jason told her he could see the pain in her eyes. "Don't push it, just rest."
The elevator came to a stop on 6 and Bobbie pushed the gurney out of it and down the hall, towards another nurse who was waiting outside of room 617. "Jason I need you to wait out here, while I get her settled." Bobbie told him pushing Rory inside the room.
Jason leaned against the doorjamb, closing his eyes for a second while he waited.
"Morgan, just the person I've been looking for."
~4th Floor~
"Sonny will you tell Jason I'll be back in a little while? I'm going to tell Lucky that's she's fine, hopefully that will keep him away." Emily spoke up heading for the elevator.
"Sure." Sonny said with a smile. It had been a long day and it wasn't even 2:00 yet. "Well so far so good." He said turning to Alexis.
"Any day without Taggert is a good day." She agreed.
He looked up when the elevator doors opened again and Francis stepped off of them. "Excuse me a minute."
"We got a problem." Francis said quietly. "I just heard from Benny, the team found 2 bugs at Jake's one in the phone, the other by the bed."
"Damn." Sonny pinched his nose. "Have them sweep the penthouse and the warehouse too."
Francis nodded. "There's more. Benny got a call from one of our guys at the P.C.P.D. apparently Rory's car accident wasn't an accident."
Sonny eyes locked on Francis. "Explain."
"The report isn't in yet, but it's for sure. Someone pushed her car over the cliff."
"Jesus." Sonny snapped pacing a few steps away taking a deep breath, before moving back to Francis. "Okay I want everything on the bugs, the accident, everything, and I want it now. You report to me only."
"Yes sir."
"Remember, you're on Rory now, nothing." He paused to make sure he had Francis's undivided attention. "Nothing else happens to her."
~Lobby~
"Nikolas why are you still here?" Emily asked in surprise when the elevator doors opened to reveal him.
"I lost Lucky." He admitted sheepishly.
"Oh God." Emily groaned. "Jason won't hold back this time, if Lucky shows up again."
"I know, we have to find him Em." Nikolas said moving into the elevator.
Emily took an unconscious step back in response to his proximity. She couldn't help the reactions he seemed to cause in her, without even trying too. She edged farther back, so she was leaning against the railing.
Nikolas saw her reaction, cursed under his breath, and reached out hitting the emergency stop button on the elevator.
She grabbed the rail to steady herself when the elevator lurched to a stop. "Why did you do that?"
"Because we need to talk, without you running away." Nikolas told her, over the noise of the alarm.
~Records~
"Here's the latest batch of admissions, Marian." A perky nurse called to a woman who was just closing her office.
Marian sighed and took the files from her. "They'll just have to wait, I have a lunch date that I am not going to miss." She said setting the files on her desk, and moving back into the hall, and locking the door.
Lucky waited until she disappeared around the corner before stepping out of the storage closet. He crossed to the office, checking the hall again, before crouching down to pop the lock with his make shift lock picks of a few scalpels. The lock gave after a minute and he slipped inside, locking the door after him. He headed for the desk, flipping the desk light on, he found the file he wanted second from the top.
"It's tome to get to know the Rory Nichols version of Elizabeth." Lucky muttered moving around to sit in the chair and opening the file.
~4th Floor~
"Where is he?" Carly demanded when she came flying out of the elevator, her eyes searching the room frantically.
"Calm down Carly, Jason went with Rory." Sonny said taking her hand. "He's fine, she's fine, so calm down."
"Not Jason, Taggert. I saw him coming inside when I was talking to Elton. If he's here, it's to talk to Jason." Carly snapped, she looked at Alexis. "Isn't that why you're here?"
Sonny looked at Alexis as well, she was already picking up her briefcase. "We need to find out where they took Rory."
~6th Floor~
Jason opened his eyes to face a smug looking Taggert.
"I knew we'd be seeing each other soon Morgan." He pointed to the room. "It's a good thing for her that it's not over her body bag." He studied the bandage on Jason's forehead. "Although you may be disappointed that we're not meeting there."