Ch. 23 To Hell We Ride

He sat restlessly at the table in the small room. He was trying desperately to keep his cool and not scream and throw whatever he saw. Every so often he tugged at the metal circles linking his wrists together. Finally, the door to the interrogation room he'd seen so many times opened as his lawyer and cousin walked in. He looked expectantly at the man that got him out of so many jams.

"Did you see Courtney?" he asked, wondering where she was. Justus nodded at his question. "Where is she?"

"The bail was revoked; they don't trust that she won't try to flee the country again." he informed.

"She didn't flee the country, I made her leave. She didn't want to." Jason explained.

"Nonetheless, she's to stay in custody until the trial."

Jason put his head in his hands; that's what he was afraid of. If they'd only reconciled a few days before than maybe this wouldn't have happened. If Sonny had called a few seconds sooner. If he'd pushed her harder to leave. If he had killed Ric when he had the chance. Too many 'ifs'. Now she was in a cell for God knows how long.

"How soon will that be?"

"I don't know yet. But you let me worry about that, you need to worry about yourself and the situation you're in right now." Justus instructed before leaving the room, ready to fight another battle in hopes of getting Jason Morgan out of police hands once more.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed. It felt like days since they landed, and years since she'd last seen Jason. She could only hope that he wasn't in too much trouble. Courtney knew that Baldwin was looking for any chance to put him away. On top of his already obsessive vendetta against her family, Scott was now angry at her for not taking his deal and handing him Sonny. He would be sure to come down on both of them as hard as possible for rejecting the deal. Even though their last meeting hadn't been one of sibling bonding and understanding, she wasn't going to throw him to the wolves. The small cell would be more than enough to trigger one of his attacks.

"Blondie," one of the guards roughly called to her. She wished she could shout at him that she had a name and it sure as hell wasn't Blondie, but instead Courtney just looked in his direction. "Visitor. Keep it quick."

She looked, waiting to see who it was, hoping that it was Jason. All she wanted to do was be back on the island in his arms. To look into his eyes and see that the love was still there. After a few seconds of hearing footsteps, she was finally able to see who they belonged to.

"What are you doing here?"

The officer silently removed the cuffs and Jason happily pulled his hands away. Once again, Justus had saved him from a prison stay. But right now, he could care less about the way the PCPD treated him or wanted to do with him. All he wanted was to see Courtney.

"Just because Ward was able to save you butt again, doesn't mean he'll do the same for your girlfriend." Scott growled, unhappy that Jason was out of his hands again.

"I want to see Courtney."

"Too bad." he spat.

"You can't-"

"I'm the D.A. " he interrupted. "Don't tell me what I can't do. Even if I had the brain tumor it would take to do what you say, your honey already has a visitor."

Jason watched him walk away and fought the overwhelming urge to get his gun and shoot the man. Then his thoughts went to what he said. She already had a visitor. Who?

"What are you doing here?"

"Jason called me." the man told her.

"Is he all right? I didn't get to see him. I don't want him to be in trouble because of me."

"Jason's fine, don't worry about him." her brother said. "What about you?"

"I didn't take Scott's deal." she answered.

"Deal?"

"He offered to go easy on me if I told him everything I knew about you. And I told him no." she explained, then chuckled dryly. "He didn't like that too much, said I'd get what I had coming and he'd make sure it hit me hard."

"Why? Why didn't you take the deal?" he asked.

"Come on Sonny. I would do that to you. I mean, we're fam-" she stopped herself, remembering one of their conversations. He'd told her she was nothing to him, and she's agreed later at the police station. She looked down and continued, coming up with something else to say. "It's just…I-I know what this place would do to you."

Sonny noticed she had stopped before telling him they were family. That was his fault; he knew it. He cleared his throat.

"Listen, I know-" he began.

"Alright, that's enough." a voice hollered. Sonny turned to Baldwin angrily, ready to kill him for interrupting.

"We're not finished here." he announced.

"Sorry." The man said, feigning sympathy to him. Sonny gave his sister an apologetic look, trying to say that they would continue their conversation later. She watched him until he was no longer within her view.

"That was barely a minute." Courtney argued to the man still standing there.

"I'm sorry, it's just that we tend to come down strict when it comes to cop killers."

He smiled and she heard his retreating footsteps accompanied by the sound of him whistling happily as he walked away.