"You just do what I told JJ and I'll come running," Elizabeth smiled as she secured the blankets up around Jason's chest. He was getting stronger and stronger every day and another week had gone past. There was more touching, more kissing, but still she was afraid to take that step, to make that move.

"I'll see you in the morning," she whispered as she bent over and placed a kiss on his forehead, turning her back towards him before she could look into those blue eyes; see the passion that had been raging there since the moment their son walked in on them.

"If I were able to, Elizabeth," he said quietly when she placed her hand on the doorknob, "I'd grab you like I did that night four years ago and prevent you from walking out the door. I'd show you just how much you mean to me," he heard her sigh, felt her weakening, "This time things would end differently; this time no one would walk away."

Elizabeth pressed her head against the door and closed her eyes, remembering what it was like to be in Jason's arms, remembering what it was like to have him make love to her, every inch of her, remembering what it was like to have him inside of her.

Her fingers traced over the brass knob and flicked the lock.

There was hope in his eyes when she turned towards him and started back towards the bed, the passion was flaring in the blue depths as she pulled the covers aside, as his hands reached up to skin down her arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, "Jason, you're still…"

Her words were cut off when his fingers twisted in her hair and pulled her towards him, his tongue easily slipping into her mouth as he kissed her, really kissed her, for the first time in over four years. He wanted to memorize every inch of the sweet crevice, making sure that he touched every inch before he pulled back, leaving her panting and her knees wobbling.

"Jason…" she breathed but he was pulling her in for another kiss, his hands around her waist, pulling her down on top of him, not allowing her to move when she heard him groan in pain.

Elizabeth's hands were on his face, pressed against his cheeks as her tongue battled and danced with his. It felt wonderful to be so closes to him again, to touch him, to feel him and what she was doing to him. She slipped her fingers through his spiky hair and tugged gently, smiling when he released her again, his face showing pure exhaustion from that kiss. She couldn't help but take over, placing tiny kisses all over his face before moving down his Adam's apple.

Jason moaned softly when she placed butterfly kisses all along his naked chest. He didn't understand how he made it this long without her, couldn't comprehend how he even tried to replace her with other women. This was the only woman that ever truly satisfied him, the only woman that ever fit right in his arms. And while she continued to do the wonderful things she was doing to his chest his fists wrapped gripped her tank top and started to pull it upwards until she pulled away.

Elizabeth was surprised when Jason started to take control and even more surprised when her shirt was thrown to the floor. Even after all these years, even after that wonderful night when JJ was conceived, she couldn't help but blush when Jason ran his eyes over her body, taking his time devouring her with those icy orbs. She gasped when he reached out with his hands and cupped her breasts, as if weighing the perfect mounds, his face taking on a look of pure awe.

"Jason," she whispered and then he was sitting up, kissing her again as she wrapped her arms around him.

His hand found its way to her naked back, pressing her against him as he leaned forward, pushing her towards the bed, his heavy weight on top of hers. He bit back another groan of pain as he pulled her leg over his injured one and continued to make love to her mouth, his hand moving up her thigh, towards her left breasts where he squeezed it gently.

She pulled back gasping, burying her head in his neck as his fingers found her very delicate nipple and pinched it, teasing it, pulling at it until she was squirming in his arms. He then leaned up on his elbow, his hand moving towards the other breast as his eyes feasted on her, watching her face as she squeezed her eyes shut, her nose bunched up and her mouth let out little pants of pleasure.

He couldn't resist leaning down and taking that rosy bud into his mouth, his tongue running over it, lavishing it with its warmth, his teeth pulling at it gently, torturing the teat before moving towards the other, heaping upon it the same amount of pleasure.

Elizabeth felt herself arching up into his mouth, felt her hands twisting in his hair as she pulled him against her, as much as she could; never wanting this bliss to end. She felt his hands wander down to the waistband of her pants, felt his palm skimming against her stomach as it slipped beneath her panties, felt herself quiver when his hand brushed across those curls, felt his finger slip inside of her.

Jason pulled back and smiled when he saw her face twisted as if she were in agony, biting down on her lip, preventing herself from screaming out. The sight became more beautiful as he slipped another finger inside of her, thrusting them inside of her, her breathing now only the simple gasps that were slipping out of her mouth.

Elizabeth felt Jason's wet warm lips in the valley of her breasts, then she felt them skitter along her rib cage, then she felt them playing with her belly button, then she felt them along the edge of her pajama bottoms, then she felt one of his hands move and she knew where this was going.

She whimpered when he moved away from her, her fingers twisted in the bed sheets underneath her body as he lifted her hips with his wet fingers and then pulled off her bottoms with his other hand. She felt her thighs being parted; she let her eyes drift close once again as he blew on her gently, once, twice, before his slid his tongue inside of her and the roaring started in her brain.

Jason slid his hands under her backside and pulled her closer to him, allowing himself to bury his face in her body. He could feel her writing on the bed, hear her harsh pants and muffled moans as she gripped the sheets desperately, reaching out for the wonderful thing in front of her until it burst, causing her to cry out as stars danced before her eyes.

Elizabeth was blinking her eyes, trying to get them to open and saw Jason hovering over her a small smile on his face and his now naked leg rubbing up against her own. She sighed as she ran her fingers along his cheek.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," he breathed and then he was kissing her again, molding his mouth, molding his body up to hers.

Elizabeth wanted to fight him, wanted to tell him that she wanted to pleasure him as he did for her but she didn't have the energy, not when she felt him between her thighs, not when he wrapped her leg around his hip, not when he thrust inside of her, causing her to moan loudly.

She was moving against him, as he was her, meeting him thrust for thrust, tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. She wrapped her arms around him as he buried his face in her hair, both of them panting in the others ear with their bodies connected, their hearts beating rapidly, beating as one.

Elizabeth felt it again, the wave of pleasure rushing towards her and she gripped onto Jason with her fingers, trying hard not to bury her nails into his back. She heard his harsh grunts, heard his moaning become loudly as his thrusts became more frantic, more hurried. Then she knew nothing more as she cried out into his chest when it hit her, shook her, more powerful than before and left her trembling in his arms.

Jason wanted to wait, he wanted to watch the ecstasy as it washed over Elizabeth's face but once he felt her muscles squeeze him, felt her body vibrate around his own he found that he could no longer hang on. He shouted her name into her dark chocolate locks and let himself go, finding the contentment that he had been seeking for the past four years.

Elizabeth held onto him as best as she could and helped him roll to his side, their bodies disconnected, their arms wrapped around one another. Her breathing returned to normal before his and she couldn't help but lean over him, her fingers inspecting his wounds.

"I'm okay," he whispered taking her hand to his mouth and kissing it, "I'm okay."

She laughed softly, "I don't think I am."

Jason laughed with her as she rested her head gently against his chest and slid an arm around his waist, her fingers gently caressing one of his healing wounds. It felt wonderful lying there with her in his arms. He was going to make sure that he treasured this moment. He let it slip away too easily last time.

"It's never been like it is with you, Jason," she whispered before she looked up at him, her blue eyes smiling, "It just feels right, like it's the way it's supposed to be."

"Part of me still wants to push you away," he said quietly as he slipped his fingers through her hair, "Part of me still wants to keep you safe but…but I want to be selfish, Elizabeth. I want you and JJ with me."

"It's where we belong," she said, "We're use to this life. We've become accustom to it. Of course I wish that there wasn't always the danger lurking around the corner but if this is where you need to be Jason than this is where JJ and I need to be, right by your side."

Jason licked his lips and moved his hand down towards Elizabeth's hip, pulling her closer against him, "There's something…I think that there's something you'd want to know about Sonny."

Elizabeth felt something twist inside of her gut as she adjusted her head so it was now resting on Jason's shoulder, her dark blue eyes searching his, "What is it?"

"Sonny knew," Jason said quietly, "He knew that someone was coming after him and he knew that it was just a matter of time before…" he cleared his throat and looked away from her, "He wanted you out of the line of fire so he went into the building by himself even though he should have taken Johnny with him."

"But that's virtual suicide," Elizabeth asked sitting up, keeping her arm still around Jason's waist.

"Sonny wanted to make sure that you were safe. He wanted to make sure that you and JJ had the best protection possible," Jason cupped Elizabeth's cheek, "He thought that was me."

"It is you," Elizabeth said as she blinked back the tears in her eyes, "But to lead the danger away from me and onto him…"

"Is what Sonny did best," Jason said. "He couldn't tell me who shot him but he was able to tell me that he heard you, screaming for him and he heard a woman laughing."

"Sam."

"It could have been."

"It could have been?" Elizabeth asked pulling away from Jason, "I can't believe that you are still in denial over that little…"

"I missed when you got fired up like this," he said with a small smile.

Elizabeth was tempted to hit him but she knew that it would cause him pain, "What is it going to take for you to realize that she is nothing but a…"

"I'm not interested in Sam," Jason said, "Not in the way you are thinking anyway. The person who I'm interested in is fidgeting in my arms. Sam holds the key to something. I don't believe that she's the one that pulled the trigger and I don't believe that she's bright enough to carry this plan out by herself."

"Plan?" Elizabeth asked with raised eyebrows, "Now there's a plan."

"It's always the same plan," he said, "I told you that, it's the territory."

"I'd like to have a conversation with some of these mob bosses myself," she sighed as she settled back down next to him, "Let them know that Port Charles is not all that it's cracked up to be."

Jason laughed softly as he pressed a kiss to her hair, "The waterfront is worth a fortune to some people, to me it's just my work."

"You always make things so simple," she said and smiled up at him, "That's about to change, JJ and I won't let that happen."

"It's going to feel good," Jason said, "Being able to see things through your eyes, being able to think about tomorrow and taking JJ places and going to Italy. You make that all happen for me, Elizabeth. No other woman could ever do that."

She reached over and ran her fingers along his jaw line, "No other man ever has, Jason. We can't live any of our dreams until we find out who murdered, Sonny."

"I wish I knew where to begin," Jason said quietly, "I have nothing to go on. Whoever did this is good. I had the guards pulling everything they could; search everything they could. Alcazar is the only one who…"

"I am going to allow you to be suspicious about Alcazar," Elizabeth said, "That's who you are, Jason, but I know that he is a good person. I can feel it."

"Elizabeth, you've always trusted my instincts right?"

Elizabeth nodded.

"They're telling me that something isn't right with Alcazar."

Elizabeth was quiet for a moment before she nodded slowly, "Okay, I'm okay with that. When we get back to Port Charles I'll keep my distance from Lorenzo until you can find out more information about him or until you can be comfortable around him," she flashed him a brilliant smile, "But really Jason how much harm can a mobster from Maine do?"

Jason sat up so quickly in bed Elizabeth let out a squeal and then reached over to touch his wounds, "Jason, you have to be more careful, what's wrong?"

"You said Alcazar is from Maine?"

"Yes," Elizabeth said, "I didn't think that it was…"

"Samantha McCall is from Maine."

Elizabeth felt her mouth drop open, "What? How come you never…"

"Because I was an idiot," Jason said reaching for his phone only to have Elizabeth slam her hand down on top of his, "Elizabeth, what…"

"If Lorenzo Alcazar has any idea that we are onto him the remaining people in Port Charles are going to be in more danger than they are now," Elizabeth said as she took the cell phone, "I know that you are going to think that I am crazy but you have to trust me on this Jason," she licked her lips and took hold of his face with her one hand, "I have been in this business for four years. I've overheard things I shouldn't have and helped out at the warehouse more often than Sonny would have liked me to. I have instincts now too. You need to trust me on this. You are feeling something is wrong with Lorenzo, I'm feeling something is good. We can't act on those until we know more."

"Carly…"

"Carly would kill anyone that would bring harm upon her son," Elizabeth said, "Johnny, Francis, Max and a few other guards are all there. We are the ones that have no protection Jason and we're miles from any kind of town. You need to heal more before we make any kind of move."

Jason growled, "Everything your saying is making sense."

"I know that you hate that I'm a part of this world," Elizabeth said quietly, "Believe me when I saw you shot right in front of my eyes I hated it too Jason but we're not alone anymore, we're together and we can get through this together," she hesitated before she moved on, "I want to speak with Sam."

"No."

"Jason, she's been holed up for almost two weeks," Elizabeth said, "She has to have relatives somewhere who are going to be looking for her if they don't hear from her soon... we have to make some type of decision about what to do with her. I think me speaking to her would…"

"No."

"Look," Elizabeth said licking her lips, "You are too weak still to go back to the city and try and do anything. You can't be brought into a standoff with anyone. We both agree that Sam is in on this, me speaking to her I can…"

"No, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth growled in frustration, "There is a guard on duty at all times, Jason. She is going to be tired up; I know how to use a weapon. All I want to do is talk to her and find out what she knows about Lorenzo."

"No."

"You telling me no is just making me want to do it more."

Jason sighed as he ran his hand over his face, "Elizabeth, Sam McCall is a dangerous woman, maybe not by herself but with the people she is aligned with. I don't want you to be put in any type of dangerous situation."

"But…"

"I would rather put it off another day or two," Jason said, "Just another day or two. I can drive to the safe house myself and have a talk with her. Sam and I need to sort some things out as it is. I know that you want to handle her yourself, Elizabeth, but I can't stand the thought of anything happening to you. Can you just…I'm not trying to take away any of your freedom…"

"How can you when you're the one who gave it to me?" Elizabeth asked quietly.

"You're okay with this?" Jason asked as he pulled Elizabeth to him, kissing her softly, "Sam can wait another day or two?"

Elizabeth slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug, "I'm okay with us protecting one another because I just got you back Jason, I'm not going to loose you again."

"Daddy, wake up!"

Jason blinked his eyes and turned to look at his son who was standing next to him in the bed frowning, his little arms across his chest, "What's wrong JJ?"

"I'm hungry," JJ pouted, "Mama didn't wake me for breakfast."

Jason knew that Elizabeth probably didn't wake their son early today because she was still getting her rest from last night. He didn't recall closing his eyes until at least sometime around dawn. He smiled as he turned over and then frowned when he saw the area beside him was empty.

"Go get your slippers," Jason said, "I'll take you downstairs and get you some cereal."

"Okay," JJ said and dashed out of the room.

Jason took the moment of privacy to slip out of bed and retrieve his sweatpants from the floor. He then looked around and noticed that everything seemed to be in place. His cell phone was still on the nightstand with all of his pills and a fresh glass of water. He hurried to the window thinking maybe Elizabeth just wanted to spend a few moments by herself this morning.

His worst fear was realized when he noticed the car was missing from out front.

Walking back to the nightstand Jason pulled out the bottom drawer as he heard JJ running back down the hall, sliding along the wooden floor in his slippers. He fiddled with the lock on the silver box and then opened it, finding his gun nowhere.

Elizabeth had gone to pay Sam McCall a visit.