Elizabeth put the car in park and sat there for a moment, staring at the small wooden structure in front of her. The gut instinct that was telling her she was the one that needed to see Sam was also telling her that something was very wrong with this picture. She could see the tiny woman inside the safe house pacing and there was no guard on duty.

Elizabeth hoped that it was a small slight on the part of whoever was guarding the woman last night.

She reached for the gun beside her and checked to make sure that the safety was off. Coming here thinking that the woman would be tied up, Elizabeth still brought Jason's gun as a precaution. She wasn't sure if the other woman had something up her sleeve. It seems as if Sam had come to town for one reason and in the process had fallen for Jason Morgan.

Elizabeth couldn't blame the woman but she was about to set her straight on just who Jason belonged to.

Stepping out of the car, Elizabeth slammed the door shut, smiling when she saw Sam scurry to the window and her eyes widen when she realized who her recent visitor was. Elizabeth tried the doorknob and found it locked. She was grateful that at least the guard thought about that much last night. Digging out her key, Elizabeth made her entry into the house and came face to face with the woman who had a hand in her best friend's death.

She wanted to raise the gun and shoot her right there.

"Long time no see," Elizabeth said quietly as she shut the door.

"I'm assuming Jason doesn't know that I'm here," Sam huffed, "He probably demanded that he see me and you had to come get me. I can't wait to see how he reacts when he finds out that you kidnapped me and held me here against my will."

"I don't imagine that he'll be too heartbroken about it," Elizabeth smiled as she raised the gun towards Sam, "Sit down, we need to talk."

"Wait a second…" Sam said holding up her hands but when Elizabeth moved forward with the gun pointed directly at the space between her eyes Sam plopped down in a wooden chair.

"Good girl," Elizabeth said as she halted her approach. "I have to admit Sam, your good, you had Jason Morgan fooled, hell you had a lot of us fooled. I mean we knew you were trouble but none of us ever thought that you were smart enough to have a hand in the death of Sonny Corinthos."

"I didn't…"

Elizabeth laughed, "Oh no, your bio's good, we still have yet to find anything damning on you. Tell me, is your daddy really a mob boss in Maine or did you make that up too? Jason and I haven't had the time to investigate; we've been a little busy."

"Jason would never touch you."

"Is that something that he told you as well?" Elizabeth asked, "I'm sure there was a lot of stuff that Jason told you that you twisted and turned the right way so you can throw it in my face at a later date. I'd still like to know how you found out about the rape."

A slow smile appeared on Sam's face, "Jason trusted me more than you realized."

Elizabeth laughed again, "You are more stupid than I thought you were. Jason would never…"

"Jason was busy fucking me while you were cuddling up to the real enemy," Sam spat out, "Alcazar is the one you need to be worrying about but you were so interested, so intent being there, standing on the sidelines while Jason fucked me, while Jason loved me," she snorted, "He never had any intention of being with you Elizabeth. He just wants your son. We want to raise him together."

"See, why did you have to go there," Elizabeth said as she quickly closed the distance between her and Sam, grabbing the girl's wrist when she jumped up. She smacked the side of the gun across San's cheek, releasing her and allowing her to fall to the floor, crying out in pain, "You can trash talk Jason all you want, he's a big boy, he can handle himself, but don't you ever let my son come out of your mouth."

"Afraid he might love me more?" Sam laughed as she wiped some blood from her cheek. She then groaned when Elizabeth gave her a swift kick to the ribs, "This is so easy for you to do, you've got a gun."

Elizabeth tucked the gun in the back of her waistband and held her hands out, "You want to do this with your fists? Let's go."

Sam stood up, her arm wrapped around her waist, "You're the idiot, Elizabeth. I'm not alone in this and you know it you just don't want to believe who my partner is. Believe it," Sam said as she winced and stepped towards Elizabeth, "Lorenzo Alcazar was sent to town to seduce you, fuck you, then kill you. And he wasn't stopping there," she laughed, "We were going to take over Port Charles and well we wouldn't want your son to be raised motherless, so we were going to kill him too."

"You bitch," Elizabeth screamed as she attacked Sam, knocking the woman to the floor and punching her, not caring that some of the blows weren't landing on her face.

Sam groaned and reached up blindly, her hand wrapping around Elizabeth's neck and choking her until she had enough power to push the woman off of her, causing Elizabeth to land on her back, the silver gun digging into her skin.

"Lorenzo and I wanted it all, the territory, the city, everything that we could get our hands on," Sam said as she approached Elizabeth, reaching down to slap her across the face, "Jason Morgan was just a bonus I decided to keep."

Sam reached behind her for the wooden chair, picking it up over her head and was halted when Elizabeth sat up and jammed one tiny fist into the other woman's stomach. Elizabeth than grabbed the chair herself and slammed it over Sam's back, smiling when the wood broke in two pieces and Sam collapsed to the floor groaning.

Elizabeth reached down and grabbed Sam by the hair, pulling her up and then rolling her onto her back. Elizabeth reached into her waistband and pulled out her gun, pressing the cool steel up against the other woman's temple.

"I want to hear the words out of your mouth," Elizabeth hissed.

"That I fucked Jason? That you're a worthless mother allowing your son near me?" Sam laughed as she reached up and wiped the blood from her mouth, "What words would you like to hear Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth's finger caressed the trigger, "I want to know what happened to Sonny Corinthos."

Sam laughed, "I didn't kill him. But I was there and I was laughing as he pumped five bullets into his body and pushed him into a building that was already burning, already exploding. I heard your measly little screams. And I'm so sorry Elizabeth…" Sam looked at her with sad eyes until that sadistic smile appeared on her face again, "I'm so sorry that I wasn't the one who got to shoot him."

Elizabeth let out a roar she wasn't aware she was capable of as she pulled the gun back from Sam's forehead and slammed it into the side of the girl's face. She stared at her hand in awe when the silver metal came back smeared with blood.

Elizabeth stood up and took a step back; then another, looking down at the back of her hand as the blood dripped from the gun onto her white skin. Is this what it was like to kill someone; this numbness that she felt as she looked back at Sam who lay on the floor, motionless. She aimed the gun at her one more time.

She would take this numbness, she would take this blood and she would carry it with her for the rest of her days; whatever it took to keep Jason Morgan and Jason Morgan Junior safe.

Elizabeth pulled the trigger.

"I want Carly out of the country too," Jason said as he finished packing up JJ's things, "Bobbie as well, Bobbie can keep JJ calm until I'm able to get Elizabeth on a plane. Damn her."

Jason threw one of JJ's toys in frustration as he ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't know how long Elizabeth had been gone but he knew that it had taken Johnny at least a couple of hours to drive up here in one of the cars to collect Jason's son so he could take him to the island. Jason knew that they could no longer wait; it was time to move before things got even more dangerous.

"I think that's everything," Jason said as Johnny handed him the spare gun that he brought up with him. Jason made sure that it was discreetly hidden by his leather jacket so his son wouldn't see it, "I need to speak with JJ before you take him. I don't want him scared."

"I think he's already there," Johnny said watching the little boy play with his toy motorcycles out front. For the first time he could remember the child wasn't vibrant and pestering him with a million and one questions.

"I wish she would've just stayed," Jason sighed, "But trying to pin Elizabeth Webber down is like trying to pour smoke through a key hole." He hoisted JJ's suitcases to the floor and looked up at his longtime friend and bodyguard, one of the few men he could trust with his son's life, "Have you heard anything else, Johnny, about anything?"

Johnny shook his head, "It's like a ghost doing this, Jason. We can't find him, we can't trap him."

"We will," Jason said, "I can't sit around any longer, Elizabeth needs me and if she's in one piece when I find her I'm going to kill her." He started to walk out of the room that JJ was staying in when he stopped abruptly, turning back towards Johnny, "When your making arrangements for JJ and Bobbie and the others at the island make arrangements with the priest as well. I want him to speak to Elizabeth as soon as she arrives."

"About what?" Johnny asked curiously.

"About a wedding."

JJ watched as his favorite motorcycle that his cousin Michael gave him crashed into a black boot. His eyes followed their way up his father's body before Jason knelt down beside him. He knew that something was terribly wrong, ever since his Mommy didn't wake him up for breakfast.

"Hey buddy, I need you to go with Uncle Johnny," Jason said quietly.

"What's going on Daddy?" JJ asked as his lower lip trembled, "Where's Mama?"

"Hey, Mama just had an errand to run," Jason said as he pulled his son into his arms and hugged him tightly, "Remember when Mama and I told you that we might have to send you away for a while but that'll you be with Aunt Bobbie and Aunt Carly and Michael? Well that's happening now and as soon as Mom is done with her errand she's going to join you."

"When are you coming to join us Daddy?" JJ sniffled as he buried his head into his father's neck. He wanted to be a big boy but his missed his mama terribly and he didn't want to leave his daddy's arms.

"Soon, really soon. You won't even know that I'm gone," Jason said as he kissed JJ's curls.

"You promise?" JJ asked rubbing the tears from his eyes.

"I swear," Jason said, "On my motorcycle."

JJ's eyes grew wide, "Really? On your motorcycle?"

Jason nodded, "I just found you. I'm not going to loose you this soon. Will you be good for Uncle Johnny? Will you ask him lots of questions?"

JJ nodded and then threw his arms around his father, squeezing him with all his might, "I love you Daddy."

"I love you too," Jason said as he held onto JJ and carried him to the car, "I'll be with you soon okay? Call me and Mama as much as you want and we'll try to answer. You can hear our voices on the answering machines okay? Mama will be with you tonight."

"I know you'll keep her safe, Daddy," JJ smiled as his father snapped him into his car seat, "Mama told me that you always keep her safe."

"I will JJ, I promise you," he kissed his son once more and then slammed the door shut, nodding to Johnny that it was time to take his most precious cargo and deliver it to safety on Sonny's tropical island where no harm would come.

When the car turned off of the dirt road and started down the long stretch of highway Jason knew that it was time to rescue his other precious cargo, JJ's mother and his future wife.

Jason ran to his motorcycle that Johnny had brought up in the back of the sports utility vehicle and climbed on, wincing when he threw his injured leg of the side of the metal beast. The engine roared to life and he made his way towards the house where he knew that the guard had stashed Sam.

Unfortunately for him the hour long drive seemed to have taken all day and as he came closer and closer to the small wooden structure his heart ached. Then he heard the gun shot and something inside of him clenched. He brought his bike to a skidding halt, jumping off of it and letting it crash to the ground as he grabbed his gun and headed towards the building.

He heard the car speeding away and he was torn between going after Sonny's killers and making sure that Elizabeth was alright. Knowing there was no decision to be made Jason stormed through the already opened doorway, gun pointed out straight ahead of him and walked in to see a bullet hole in the faded wallpaper and Elizabeth crumbled up on the floor.

Jason tucked the gun back into his waistband and rushed to her side, rolling her over onto her back. The right side of her hair was caked with blood which was now dripping down onto her porcelain face. She whimpered and groaned and then her eyelids started to flutter open.

"Jason…" she breathed, "Jas…"

"Shh, save your strength," he whispered as he checked her head, "I don't know what the hell you were hit with."

"Where's Sam?" she whispered as she fought to stay conscious.

"I don't know," Jason said as he slid his arms under her legs and the other under her back, "Hold onto me, Elizabeth."

"No," she said as she pulled away from him, "Ah," she cried out. "Jason you're hurt."

"Do you have to fight me on everything, damn't," he cursed, "Please Elizabeth just…"

Elizabeth sighed as she closed her eyes and looped her arm around Jason's neck, knowing that she wouldn't be able to stand on her own two feet, knowing that even if she could he would want to carry her anyone. She placed a warm kiss to his cheek when he carefully carried her outside, towards his bike.

"Thank you," she whispered, "I shouldn't have gone without you."

"You never listen to me," Jason said as he placed her down beside a tree, letting her rest her back against it as he went to stand his bike upright, the engine still roaring on the machine, "It's going to get you killed one day."

"I didn't hear him come up behind me," she winced as she touched her own head.

"Who?" Jason asked as he turned off the bike and walked back towards her, wincing when he picked her up again.

"Sam says it's Lorenzo," Elizabeth said, "But I think that she's lying Jason."

"We'll discuss it later," he growled as he settled back down on the bike, Elizabeth situated in front of him.

She bit her lip, "I'm sorry Jason."

Jason sighed as he rested his forehead on the back of her head, "Elizabeth…"

"I'm sorry she stole your gun," Elizabeth whispered as she placed her hands over Jason's which were now firmly wrapped around her waist.

Through it all, the worry, the fear, the burden of knowing what was to come Jason managed to laugh and placed a kiss to her hair, "Then she's definitely a dead woman, Elizabeth."

Sam smiled as she ran one naked leg along his, "I'm still mad that it took you that long to come get me."

"I told you that I couldn't get away as easily," he growled as he pushed her away from him, "I told you that I would handle things and you had to start running your mouth."

"They know," she said rolling her eyes, "I don't understand what the big deal is. They're putting the pieces together."

"Because we still had time," he said and then sighed, running his fingers through his dark hair, "I know now that they're closing in one us and that we have to move, we can't do this like we originally planned, waiting for things to fall apart, waiting for things to happen for us. We need to act, now. I just wished you would've kept this beautiful mouth shut," he whispered as he took her chin in his hand and pulled her in for a kiss.

Sam moaned softly as she wrapped her arms around him, "We're going to be fine, baby, just fine. Trust me."

"I did," he said, "Then you were so desperate to get into Morgan's pants and now you're telling Elizabeth that I'd kill her son. I'd never kill a child. I would never sink that low."

She laughed, "This is low enough. I wanted to get her riled up, she came storming into the cabin with a gun and insinuating things," Sam pouted, "She made me mad."

"I've told you before about that temper of yours," he said as he slid his fingers through her dark hair, frowning when he came in contact with the bandage that had to be affixed due to her fighting with Elizabeth. "I don't mind if you get a little feisty, Sam, I just wish that you would keep it between you and me."

She purred, "I told you there is nothing going on with me and Morgan, it was all a ploy to keep Elizabeth off balance. We're in this together and nothing is going to stop us now."

"I'm glad that you were able to get a few good hits in on the princess," he whispered, "She deserves it. The bitch acts too sweet and innocent for her own good."

"She had me though," Sam said, "And you came in at the last minute and saved my life. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to worry about that," he said as he leaned back on the bed, "We'll be together, running this organization in Port Charles and I'll be able to give you everything that your heart desires. Now show me how much I mean to you."

"Gladly," Sam smiled.