I don't own a thing, and I haven't watched the show that much, but I think it deals with the current story line of Michael being kidnapped by A.J.

Courtney stared up at the off-white ceiling and sighed. She tried to turn over, but the IV in her arm prevented her from moving. She looked at the clock: three more minutes. She looked at the IV: approximately twenty more drops.

She could do this. She had to do it. She wasn't ready to die.

The nurse came in with a cheery face and smiled warmly at Courtney.

"Do you have someone to drive you home?" She asked sweetly. Courtney nodded in response. She knew from prior experiences that if the nurse, Mrs. Abrams, found out she was driving herself home, she would take a lunch break and drive Courtney home herself.

She felt the IV slip out from under her skin, and she sat up immediately regretting it. Her head felt like it was floating, and her temples were pounding like a hammer would to get a bent nail to enter the wood.

She pulled her coat on slowly and stood up. She smiled again at Mrs. Abrams as the nurse took Courtney's arm and walked her to the elevator.

"I'll see you again next month," she said sweetly, like it was something that Courtney should look forward to.

Courtney entered the elevator and watched Mrs. Abrams turn away before the doors closed. She closed her eyes as she felt nauseous.

Three Days Later

She rolled over to her side and stared out the window through which the sun gleamed through. It was Sunday, the worst day. She used to love them, but now she hated them.

The phone rang for the fourth time that morning, and it was only eleven o'clock.

She just laid there and waited for her answering machine to pick up the call.

"I'm sorry I'm not able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you." The machine beeped, and Courtney rolled her eyes upon hearing the same voice again that morning. She flipped her pillow over her head in an effort to block out the droning voice. When she heard the machine beep again, she gracefully slipped out from the covers and into her bathroom.

She turned the knob in the shower until hot water was bursting from the shower head. She slipped out of her pink camisole, sweatpants, and underwear and into the water. She let it cascade down her body and cause Goosebumps over her skin. She picked her soaked hair from her back and laid it on her shoulder, so the water could hit her neck muscles. The burning water relaxed them, but she shortly tensed up again as she heard the phone ring again.

She quickly washed herself, and stepped out of the shower and into a Terri-cloth towel just in time to hear an incessant banging on her door. She wanted to climb out the window, but instead she made sure the door was locked and continued with her morning routine.

The banging eventually stopped as the annoying person on the other side eventually went away. Courtney walked into the kitchen and made some coffee. The answering machine light blinked endlessly, so she unwillingly relented to playing them.

"Courtney, It's Jax. I'm just calling about that call you got about Michael. Call me back." She cringed as she heard his voice and Michael's name. She would much rather be finding Michael by herself, but as this particular morning showed, Jax was a very insisting, consistent person. She stared at the blinding rock on her finger. She hated that ring. She would never tell him, but she hated it.

The ring wasn't her; it was too big. It overlapped her pinky and her middle fingers—way too big. Jason bought her a big ring but not that big. Jason knew her better than anyone including herself. Why was she thinking of him now as she was hearing the man that she's going to marry on her answer machine?

The meeting last night. She wanted to tell him about Michael, but she couldn't A.J. would kill her. A.J. trusted her, and they had a deal. Then, there was Jax trying to be the hero again, trying to impress her. It never worked. She just didn't have the heart to confront him. She didn't want to embarrass him because she knew if the roles were reversed, she would be utterly embarrassed.

She swallowed a mouth full of coffee, and went back into her bedroom. Today was the day. She was going to get her nephew without Jax, and then she was shopping.

She pulled on a pair of jeans and a white long-sleeved tee-shirt. She pulled her boots onto her feet and pulled her hair back into a messy bun. She grabbed her car keys and some gloves and headed out.

She only wanted to go shopping.

Shopping would have to wait.

She parked her car on the street adjacent to Harbor View Towers. She had to be sly. She had a plan, but she didn't know if the people in Harbor View Towers would follow it. After all, they didn't even know about it.

She stepped off the elevator and knocked on Penthouse Two. Sam opened the door. Perfect. Just as planned.

"Hello Sam. May I please speak with Jason? I have some papers for him concerning the business." Sam merely nodded. She didn't know what to say. She didn't want Courtney to see Jason let alone talk to him, but she didn't want to be rude either. They were after all supposed to be working together to find Michael. She could at least be civil.

She exited the room by means of the stairs.

Courtney breathed a sigh of relief. She was expecting Sam to run her mouth.

This was the hard part.

Courtney quietly walked over to the closet and opened it slowly to ensure that it would not creak. She pulled out a briefcase, closed the door, and quietly left the penthouse. She heard footsteps when she was in the hall, and she knew she didn't have a lot of time. She hit the button for the elevator.

"Come on," she whispered frantically. It opened, and she stepped on. She started to descend as she heard the penthouse door open. A sound that only her ear could hear.

There was one last complication.

Hopefully, Jason and/or Sam would not take the steps and find her walking out with one of Jason's briefcases.

The elevator doors opened as she took a deep breath. She peeked out and saw that neither Sam nor Jason were there…yet, at least. She quickly walked out of the building and got in her car.

She drove away as she tried to keep calm. Part one of her plan was done.

Her mistake was done.

As she drove towards her destination, she thought of one thing.

Security cameras, but she couldn't think of that now. She had to save her nephew. Not for her brother, but for her best friend.

Thanks Pureevil230 for the review. I'll give you a hint: you're right for two out of three things you wrote.

Just a little opener for y'all. I hope you like it, and I will definitely update soon so some things get clarified.