Disclaimer: I own squat unless it doesn't look familiar. ABC and GH own it all. Please don't sue me :(

A/N: This is a bit of an AU, as most Fanfics are. So… here is a bit of some background information. Sonny and Carly are happily married. As of now, there is no Lorenzo. There is definitely no Sam (I like her, but she just doesn't fit into my story). Courtney and Jax are engaged, and everyone else is how they are on the show. Michael, Morgan and Kristina were never kidnapped, but AJ is still living in PC. I don't know where Rachel is yet. Jason and Courtney's history is the same as on the show. Without further ado, I'll stop talking and let you read.

Chapter 1- First Meetings

"Did you find out any more information Jason?" asked Sonny

"No, all I know is that this guy's made it to Port Charles. I still have no name, no face, and no idea who paid him"

"Do you at least know the target?"

"No idea"

"This isn't good"

"Believe me, I know" said Jason. He rubbed his forehead and then told Sonny he was going out for a ride. He grabbed his leather jacket and grabbed his keys.

He rode his bike to the docks, and then stopped and looked out at the water. He was just gazing at the water, when of all things, Courtney popped into his head.

"Stop thinking about her" he thought to himself. "She's with Jax now"

"I just need a distraction" he said out loud.

Careful what you wish for. All the sudden, he heard footsteps behind him. He didn't see what was going on, but he did see a gun pulled out, and pointed at him. All the sudden, a finger squeezed a trigger and he ducked as more bullets rang out. He grabbed for his gun, but it was kicked out of his hand. He watched as a perfectly manicured hand reached down and picked up the gun.

"This one's out of ammo" said the shooter and she threw it into the water. "Now, where were we?"

Jason looked her up and down. She was little, probably 5'4" and 110 pounds. She had dark hair and dark eyes. Her hair was in a pony tail, but not in a cheerleader type way. It was a pony tail that was acceptable at a fancy restaurant. She had a French manicure, and knee length leather boots. She wore a short black skirt and a black tank top. She didn't look like the kind of girl who knew how to handle a gun, let alone shoot at him and get his gun from his own hand.

"You're the shooter?" asked Jason incredulously.

"You better believe it Mr. Morgan. Now say goodbye" she said.

She normally didn't hesitate to kill someone, but there was something about his eyes. Something that captivated her. Before she knew what was going on, he kicked the gun out of her hand, similar to what she did to him. He had her down on the ground, and he was straddling her. His gun was now in his hand, and the gun was pointed at her head.

"Hey, I like to be on top" she said calmly, with a fake pout. Through her darkly painted lips, her brilliant white teeth shone. She put on a smile, and he was blown away. It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. But he couldn't focus on her smile; he had to focus on his job.

"Who do you work for?" he asked her

"Like I'd tell you" she answered.

Normally, Jason would hit the person in this situation until they talked. But he felt weird hitting a girl. Especially such a beautiful one.

"I don't want to hurt you" he said.

In matter of a second, she was on top of him, and she got the gun.

"Then that will be the death of you" she said, gun pointed at his head

"Why do you want to kill me?" he asked

"Because those were my orders"

"Funny, my orders were to kill you"

"So, look's like one of us dies, and the other one gets a pat on the back by their boss."

"Looks like it" said Jason

He stared at her, and she stared at him. The girl looked away, unable to gaze into his eyes any longer.

"I don't want to kill you" she said, surprising herself, and Jason

"And I don't want to kill you" he said. The two were unable to deny their attraction to each other. Without realizing what he was doing, Jason reached up and pushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"So, what do we do about this?" she asked

"How bout we pretend nothing happened"

"Fine, I never saw you and you never saw me" she said getting up off of him. She offered her hand, and he took it, getting off of the ground.

She pulled her arm back and heaved the gun into the water.

"There, all the evidence gone" she said

"All at the bottom of the harbor" he said.

"Yeah" she whispered.

"What's your name?" he asked her

"I can't tell you that" she said with a smile. "Goodnight Mr. Morgan" she said as she walked away. Jason watched as her hips swayed as she walked. It was obvious that she wasn't even doing it on purpose. It was just how it was.

He sighed. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to kill the person who wanted to hurt him and his family. But he couldn't.

"So, is he dead?" asked Armando as she walked into the room. "Serena?" he asked

"Not exactly" she said. 'He's harder to kill then I thought"

"I warned you mariposa, Jason Morgan is hard target. Does he know who you are though? Adrian will never forgive me if his wife becomes a target of Jason Morgan"

"Your son knew that he was taking a risk by marrying a hit woman. Don't worry about Adriano or Morgan"

Jason walked back into his penthouse and closed the door. He leaned back against it and closed his eyes. All he could see was her beautiful face. He didn't even know her name. And what was he going to tell Sonny? 'Sorry, but she was too pretty to kill' usually doesn't cut it. He sighed, knowing he just wouldn't say anything to Sonny. But he never lied to Sonny. At least not before Courtney. Of course, Courtney. It always led back to her. He had forgotten about her in the excitement of the night. Seeing nothing else to do, he decided to go to bed. That night, rather then his sleep being filled with restless Courtney dreams, it was filled with comforting dreams about his mystery woman from the docks.

"Come to bed Serena" called Adrian Sandoval from his bed. She sighed, getting up from her seat by the window and cuddling into her husband's arms. His big muscular arms. As a Spanish woman herself, she had always fallen for the tall, dark, handsome, Latin men. And Adrian was exactly that. She had met him when his father had hired her brother to kill someone for him. But her brother, Kemen, had recently been shot and needed to recover. Kemen was a man of honor though, and he refused to pass up the chance to work for the Sandoval's. Serena took it upon herself to go behind Kemen's back and take care of the hit. She handled it better then Kemen could have, impressing everyone with her work. Armando had been so pleased with her work, that he made her one of his right hand people. She was extremely loyal, and surprisingly, was ok with murder. Her good looks and her fake innocence allowed her access to anything and everything, making her an invaluable part of his operation. Of course, Armando's oldest son, Adriano fell hopelessly in love with her, as she did with him. They had wed last year, officially making Serena a Sandoval.

Now, as she lay in bed, she thought of her night. That was the first time she had ever missed a target. Especially on purpose. But what was she doing. She was married. She was in love with Adrian. And there was no questioning that. She snuggled closer to her husband, and he kissed her. She loved his kisses. As she pulled back for air, she saw that his eyes were blue. Her husband's eyes were brown though. She blinked, and realized that she had imagined that. She was seeing Jason Morgan while kissing her husband. This was not good.