Elizabeth opened her eyes slowly and found that she was lying in Jason's bed, the same bed where they made love just last night, at the safe house. She looked over and saw the man she was crazy about pacing in the middle of the room, his hands clenched into tight fists, his eyes dark.

He was furious that she had gone to go see Sam McCall.

Deciding to prolong the inevitable Elizabeth reached for his cell phone and quickly punched in Carly's number. She flashed him a painful grin when he turned towards her, realizing that she was awake.

"One second," she said as he approached, "Carly?"

"Hey," Carly said, "Is everything okay with Jason?"

"Yeah," Elizabeth grimaced as she tried to sit up in bed, "Everything is fine with Jason. I needed to talk to you about something. We found out that Sam's involved in Sonny's death. She's involved in all of this."

"I knew it," Carly snarled, "Psychotic bitch. Where is she?"

"She was able to escape, Carly," Elizabeth winced, looking away from Jason, "I made a stupid move and I let her escape."

"Ah Muffin, you're new at this, you'll get the hang of it," Carly laughed softly and then sobered up, "I'll make sure to keep Michael close to me until we find her. Do we know if she's working with anybody?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes, wishing that the dull ache in her head would go away. She opened them back up when she felt Jason settle down beside her, his face etched with worry. She offered him a small smile and saw the anger was still lingering there.

"Lorenzo," she said quietly, "Sam is working with Lorenzo. Jason and I need you to steer clear of him."

Carly laughed, "You're kidding me right? Lorenzo isn't behind this."

"Look Carly, I don't want to believe it either but Sam…"

"I don't care what Sam said," Carly snapped, "The two of you are so wrapped up in Jason Morgan you aren't able to think straight. Is that what this is? You haven't had any success with Jason since you've been up there so you're trying to worm your way back into Lorenzo's arms? It won't work."

Elizabeth counted to ten in her head. She knew that Carly had every right to be territorial. Elizabeth had not only stolen her best friend Jason Morgan away from her but she took her husband as well. Now Carly believed that Elizabeth wanted to sink her claws into Lorenzo. Elizabeth knew that she couldn't rationalize with Carly; few could, so she did the next best thing.

Jason took the phone that was held out for him, "Carly."

"Jas," Carly huffed, "I was beginning to think the princess had some redeeming qualities. I'm questioning myself on that now."

"I can't have you proving anything to anyone right now, Carly," Jason said, "Johnny is on his way back into town as we speak. I want you to get Michael and I want you on a plane and out of town you understand me?"

"I'm taking Lorenzo."

"Lorenzo is…"

"Lorenzo is on his way here," Carly said, "He was taking me out to dinner and he was going to be the one protecting me. If you want me to still wait around for Johnny I'll do that but I'm not going to turn my back on a man who has stood by me while you disappeared with your family and took care of yourself."

"Carly that isn't…"

Carly smiled when she heard the doorbell, "Goodbye Jason."

Carly clicked the cordless phone off and stopped by the mirror on the way to the door, making sure that she looked perfect before she came face to face with Lorenzo. Opening the door with a smile on her face Carly was shocked to see Lorenzo standing there panting, one arm around his waist, the other one with a gun directly pointed at her.

"Step back into the house and don't say a word."

"You're angry," Elizabeth said quietly as she watched Jason move off of the bed, throwing the cell phone back down on it.

"I am," Jason said as he looked down at her, "I'm angry at Sonny because he let both you and Carly into this business. At times you two are more dangerous than our enemies."

"Wait a minute Jason, that's not…"

"I asked you to wait a day or two until I could go see Sam," Jason said, "But you are the one who wanted revenge, you had to be the one that went after her and you left the house with my gun. Between the time that you were gone and the time that Johnny got up here…" he growled in frustration and he slammed his hand against a heavy piece of furniture, "If someone would have found us Elizabeth, JJ and I…"

He heard her gasp behind him and saw to turn her on the bed, paling, shaking and he realized that he got through to her, finally. He sighed as he walked back towards the bed, sitting down in front of her and taking her hand in his.

"Where is JJ?" she whispered, "Where's our boy?"

"He's on his way to the island," Jason said quietly, "He's worried about you."

"Jason I didn't even…" she jammed her fist into the mattress beneath her, "I was so intent on proving that I could handle this life, that I could handle Sam and I let her get to me, I blocked out everything that was around me," her lip trembled as she looked at him, tears sliding slowly down her face, "I didn't think about you and JJ, Jason because you always protected me, with or without a weapon. I just…it didn't occur to me because I know that you will fight to the death when it comes to our son, when it comes to me," she whispered, "I will never, ever do that again. I swear to you I will do what you ask. You and JJ…your lives are more important than trying to prove that I'm worthy enough to stand by your side."

"Elizabeth," he whispered as he took her face in his hands, "I've loved you from the moment you were leaning over me in the snow, screaming at me to get up. In that moment you realized what my life was about and you didn't care, you just wanted to get me to the boxcar and you wanted to get me help. There was never any question about you being worthy to be with me. It was always about your safety, Elizabeth. I was always afraid I couldn't protect you."

"You rescued me from a bomb, from a kidnapping, you talked me through the shock of being shot and you swooped in on your bike about an hour ago when someone knocked me over the head with God knows what," she whispered, "I know that you can protect me. I know in my heart that when you're around JJ and I are safe."

He smiled softly at her as he pulled her in for a tender kiss, "No one has ever had such faith in me."

"No one has put up with me like you have," she smiled, "I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you and I'm sorry that I let Sam get away."

"I'm not worried about Sam, I'm worried about Lorenzo Alcazar," Jason said quietly, "And I'm worried about you." He took a deep breath, preparing himself for another argument, "Johnny took JJ and Bobbie to a private airport where they could board a plane for the island. He then is going back to Port Charles to do the same with Carly and Michael," he cleared his throat, "Francis is meeting us so he can take you."

"And where will you be?" she asked quietly, dreading the answer.

"It's time that I go back to Port Charles," Jason said, "I can't wait around any longer to heal. Things are going to move along a lot quicker now and I need to be there to stop it."

Elizabeth was silent for a moment, her fingers playing with his before she licked her dry lips and forced a smile, "I want to be here with you, I want to stand by your side and let everyone know that when they're up against you, they're up against me too but," she let out a shaky breath, "JJ needs me more than you do right now and I'm going to be there for him. My heart, my soul, my spirit will be right here with you Jason until you come get us."

Jason nodded, "He'll need one of us to be with him incase…"

"No," Elizabeth said shaking her head, "Don't even think that Jason Morgan, no. You are going to be okay and you are going to come back to us. JJ needs you. He adores you," she laughed softly; "He wants to grow up and be like you."

"And that would be okay with you?" he asked quietly.

"To be one of the strongest, bravest, finest people I've ever known?" Elizabeth whispered, "Yeah, Jason that would be okay with me."

Jason pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, "I'll come for you and our son as soon as I can. Tell JJ I love him."

"I will," Elizabeth whispered as she pulled away from him, "How much time until Francis meets us?"

"We have a little while longer," Jason said quietly, "Do you need to lie down again?"

She shook her head as her fingers slid up his chest, "No, I just want to make the most of it."

Lorenzo kicked the door shut with his foot and then turned to lock it before he stumbled into the house after Carly, gun still aimed.

"Where's Michael?"

"He's not here," Carly said as she stared at him. He was sweating, he was pale and he looked like he was gasping for each breath.

"Pull the shades, all of them, is the back door locked?" he asked as he made a step forward.

Carly looked at him curiously and then she noticed that the gun started to shake and his other arm was still wrapped tightly around his waist. It was then that she noticed the blood that was seeping through his fingers.

"Oh my god, are you shot?" she asked rushing towards him.

"Listen…listen to me," he choked out; "I will explain everything you just need to close the blinds and then shut off the lights. If they know I'm here…" he cried out as he bent over in pain, trying to keep his grip on the gun.

"Okay," Carly said as she ran around the house closing the front blinds and then dimming all the lights until her living room was encased in darkness. She then walked back over to Lorenzo and helped him towards the couch, watching as he nearly collapsed on the sofa.

"It was set up," he choked out, "A set up I was involved in unfortunately and it's backfiring in my face," he looked at Carly, his eyes tortured, "I was only brought into this as a business man. They told me all I had to do was keep Elizabeth Webber occupied while some things were moved around in the organization. They said I was the type of distraction that was needed after Luis' death. She would be sympathetic and Jason Morgan wouldn't trust me, throwing the two of them off balance," he coughed again and Carly leaned towards him, trying to pull his hand away from his side but he wouldn't loosen his grip, "Listen to me, listen," he said and that brought her to settling down beside him once again, "When Jason was shot outside of the Brownstone, when I first met you, I started to back off, they saw what I was doing and they didn't like it. I went to them tonight. I told them that I could no longer be a part of this chaos and they…" he hissed as the pain shot through his body, "They tried to kill me."

"We have to get you looked at Lorenzo," Carly said, "I'm going to call Mama. She'll know what to…"

"No," Lorenzo gasped out, "No Carly," he groaned again in pain, "You have to get out of here. You have to get to Jason; you have to warn him who is behind all this."

"All of this?" Carly asked confused and then she felt her heart drop to her stomach, "You know who killed Sonny?" he nodded weakly, "Who Lorenzo? Who killed Sonny? Lorenzo!"

His eyes fluttered shut and Carly finally was able to pull his hand away from his stomach, gasping when she saw the amount of blood that soaked through his shirt. There was a nasty, gaping wound that was still oozing the red liquid and she grabbed his gun from him, jumping up from the couch and reaching for the phone.

"I'll get help. I'll get us out of here Lorenzo." she jumped when her front door was kicked open and Johnny stepped over the threshold, gun in hand.

"No one is going anywhere."

Jason turned off the engine on his motorcycle and kicked out the kickstand with his boot, shifting the metallic beast to the left before he swung his leg over and climbed off. His eyes moved slowly upward to the second floor where his room was. The whole place was quiet as it was well past three a.m. in the city of Port Charles, the perfect time for the enforcer to return.

Opening up the small compartment on the back of his bike Jason pulled out the gun Johnny had delivered to him early. He then made his way into the back of Jake's, carefully taking the stairs two at a time and walking quietly down the hallway. He reached for the doorknob to his room and turned it slowly, not surprised to find it unlocked. He held the gun at his side and stepped in, aiming it at the figure sitting on the bed.

The laughter that filtered through the room was what Sonny Corinthos heard before he was murdered.

Jason reached over and flicked the light switch; aiming his Glock at her while she held up his own silver Smith and Wesson 1911 and aimed it directly at him.

"Come in," she smiled, "I've been waiting for you."

"I don't have a god damn thing to say to you," Jason said as he stepped forward, closing the door behind him, "The reason I haven't shot you yet is because I'm quiet fond of that bed and I don't think Jake would appreciate the stains."

"Your very arrogant for a man who is about to meet his maker," Sam said as she climbed off of the bed smiling, "We have someplace else we have to be, hand over the gun," she said with her palm out.

Jason smirked at her, "I'm not going anywhere with you. If you let me know who is behind this I can promise you a quick death. Otherwise…" he shrugged carelessly.

She laughed again, "I'm sure you think that you have the upper hand here. I'm sure you believe that you can easily pluck this gun from my hand, take my tiny little body down and escort me to some abandoned warehouse where you'll torture me until I reveal all the answers you've got questions for." She smiled at him as she stepped towards him, her gun at the same level as his, "But right about now your phone is going to ring and I advise you to take the call. The level field is about to change Jason and I'm the one with the upper hand."

Jason was about to step towards her, to do everything she had said he was going to do but his phone started to ring and he looked at her, his eyes narrowing. She smirked and watched as he dug for it with his free hand, pulling out the silver metal and flipping it open with his fingers.

"Morgan."

"It's Francis," he said, "I think it would be in your best interest if you do what Sam says."

Elizabeth sat in the large private airplane waiting for Francis to arrive so he could escort her to the airport. Jason had just departed a few minutes ago after having a lengthy discussion with the pilot and an even lengthier one with her. He didn't feel that it was safe to leave her alone but Elizabeth assured him that the gun they had picked up for her would be enough protection. She might be tiny but she could shoot from a good distance away. Besides, he had just hung up with Francis and was assured by the bodyguard that he was only running ten minutes behind. Elizabeth knew that Jason was anxious to leave and return to the city. The sooner they made things safer the sooner her and her son would be able to return home to his arms.

Sighing, she tapped her foot as she looked at her watch again. Francis should have been here by now. In fact he probably should have been here before Jason left. He spent so much time making sure she was aware how much he was going to miss her Elizabeth thought the bodyguard was going to wind up walking in on them.

But he still hadn't arrived and she was becoming worried. Unhooking her seatbelt, Elizabeth stood up, making her way towards the front of the plane, ready to speak with the pilot. She stopped when she heard footsteps on the stairs and someone came into view.

"Hey," she smiled softly, "I was getting a little worried here."

Elizabeth stepped back as he came towards her and her gut instinct started to kick in again. She licked her suddenly dry lips as she felt herself pressed against the side of a plush leather seat.

"You should be worried, Elizabeth," she heard from behind him and he moved to reveal Samantha McCall, aiming a gun at her heart, "Your worst nightmare is about to come true."