A/N: I'm putting this up at the same time as the first so I don't know what sort of reviews I'm getting yet. Hopefully its good. If not,  but I'll live. Feel free to criticize suggest praise offer money whatever you feel like as long as its what you actually think. Anyhow, off we go…

Ch. 2 Remember to Breathe

"If you want me to get you out of this you have to talk to me."

To Justus' disappointment, she remained silent. He'd tried to get her to talk to him so he could at least attempt to get her out of there. But she hadn't even acknowledged him let alone answer his questions.

"Do you want me to call someone?" Again silence, so Justus simply told her he'd return and exited the room.

Outside the room he pulled out his phone and called his number one client. Getting his voicemail, he assumed Sonny had to be "taking care of business" or something that fell in the same category. So he left a message for the mob boss to get back to him as soon as possible.

He got up from the table and threw down the money for his coffee. Jason knew he wanted the coffee, but before he came in the diner he made sure that Mike wasn't there. Nothing against the guy, but things were way too tense since everything that went down.

He mounted his bike just as his phone rang.

"Hello? What do you need? The police station?"

"What the hell is going on, Justus?" Carly demanded angrily when she found the man.

"Carly-"

"My best friend is arrested and you can't call? I have to see it on the news?"

"I was trying to-"

"How long has she been here? Why haven't you got her out yet?"

"Carly!" he hissed finally putting an end to her rants. "Calm down and listen. I've left at least three messages for Sonny, I just got off the phone with Jason, and I was going to call your house when you came in here. I don't know exactly how long its been because I only got here about thirty minutes ago. I only know about this because Lucky called me. I can't get her released because she's not talking."

"Why did Lucky call you?"

"I don't know, they're friends I guess. I know he helped her with the Faith situation. It doesn't matter."

"How bad is it?"

"Not Good." he said regretfully. "Maybe you can convince her to tell me what happened. I can't help her if she doesn't help herself."