"What is it Sam?" asked Carly for the second time in the last ten minutes. Sam was quiet – too quiet for her liking and it put Carly on edge. She was scared. Scared that she would never see Sonny or her children again. Scared that she would die in this place with a woman she didn't even care about, or even liked. Did that make her selfish?
Since awaking and finding Sam McCall in her 'cell' with her, Carly had been questioning her own hatred toward the younger woman. Was Carly being selfish? Was she not giving Sam the benefit of the doubt? Did Sam actually love Jason? If so, Carly was so blinded by the woman's betrayal that she had not seen it. She had to admit to herself that she had never seen Jason so happy before with any of the women he had been with. Sam was different and maybe good for Jason, but she didn't even see it – Carly only allowed herself to see the bad in Sam McCall and what she had done to her family.
Sam's head turned as she looked at the vents before she looked at Carly. "I think they're air vents," she said moving away from the glass. Sam felt a shiver run down her back as she looked at Carly and then at her surroundings.
"There are four glass walls keeping us in. There are also two glass walls keeping us from getting out either up there, or down here," Sam said pointing down. "This isn't only a prison for us Carly…" she stopped suddenly when a bright light came on and blinded her. Crying out she grabbed her throbbing head as she fell to her knees. When she opened her eyes again she saw Carly do the same as they looked at each other. Sam saw fear in Carly's eyes, and the woman could see hers.
A laugh began sounding throughout the glass cage, but they could not see anything behind the glass. "Ladies," said a voice. Sam looked at Carly once again. "You're awake."
"What do you want?" yelled Carly; her voice breaking as fear took over.
Another laugh sounded before the silence. "I want you," he said.
A sound made both Sam and Carly's heads jerk to the vents and suddenly they began screaming when water started filling in. Grabbing Carly, Sam backed them up against the far wall as cold water continued to fill the room. As one, both turned and started slamming their fists against the glass screaming for someone to help them.
Jason downed the lukewarm coffee slamming the cup down on the desk as his head of security, Max, came inside. "Anything?" he asked looking at the man whom had been with them since the beginning. It still amazed Jason to this day how loyal Max was to them. He would do anything for Sonny and Jason – even if it meant dying.
Max shook his head at Jason. "Nothing. I checked your penthouse, nothing seemed out of the ordinary and there was no forced entry. If someone got into that apartment, Sam left willingly."
Nodding, Jason leaned against the desk running his hands through his hair. He'd been up almost thirty-six hours trying to look for Carly, and now Sam. "It's like they both disappeared without a trace Max…it's not like Carly and Sam to do something like that," he said in frustration. He was tired and he wanted his friend and the woman that he loved found. However since he walked into the penthouse last night he had felt a surge of fear hit him. Jason hadn't felt that fear since finding out that Michael had been taken and was possibly dead.
"Boss you need to sleep. You can't keep going like this if your running on empty," said Max. The last time he had seen Jason like this was when he had been looking for Michael. The man barely slept and everyone, including Sonny had been walking on eggshells around him – waiting for him to snap. "Look Jason we're going to find them, but you need to sleep. If I find anything I'll let you know."
Max was right. Jason was tired. Since finding Michael, Jason had been running on pure adrenaline trying to find who had killed AJ so that Michael wouldn't have to grow up thinking that he killed his biological father. He didn't want Michael to have to suffer and end up thinking he was a killer…like he was. For the first time in years Jason felt ashamed of being the man he was now. Michael had grown up in this world knowing at any given moment his father or Jason would go out and maybe never come home. Michael had nodded his head, but Jason could see the fear in the little boy's eyes. Jason hated himself even more for being the one to put it there.
"Alright," said Jason. "I'm going upstairs. If you hear anything come and get me."
Max nodded watching Jason walk up the stairs.
"Michael you need to concentrate," said Dr. Asher Thomas as he looked from the file then up at Michael. Since first starting the session Asher realized that the boy was distant and quiet – like he had been the first time he had been brought to him. Asher sighed as he put the pen down and got up, moving to the other side of the desk and leaning against it. "Michael," he said.
He didn't answer. Michael looked straight ahead and at the window. His mother had not come home last night and now his Dad and Uncle Jason were worried about Sam. Something horrible had happened and it was because of AJ. Everything was AJ's fault. Michael hated him! Why couldn't the man just have died and left his family, brother and sister alone? Why couldn't he just leave him alone? The dreams were back, stronger then the last time. AJ was always sad in them…and then mad. He got angry and started yelling at Michael that he would never get away from him, that he was AJ's son and always would be. The nightmare he had last night had him screaming. AJ had told him he was a murderer…and he was! He had killed AJ Quartermaine, his biological father.
Asher moved his hand up and let his fingers move Michael's chin up so he was looking straight at him. A shiver ran down Asher's back at the look that Michael gave him. "Michael, you need to talk about it. Opening up to me isn't going to hurt you," he said.
Michael just stared at him. He wasn't going to talk to Dr. Thomas. He couldn't. He didn't trust Dr. Thomas…he wanted his mom back. Suddenly getting up he ran for the door and out of the room knowing that Dr. Thomas was behind him as he grabbed onto Emily, who had taken him to this session.
"What's going on?" asked Emily as she held Michael close and then looked at Dr. Thomas.
Damnit! He thought to himself as he loosened his grip on the syringe in his pocket and looked at Emily. "A minor setback," he said with a smile. "I'd like for you to bring him by tomorrow morning. He cannot stay like this. I fear Michael is hiding something and he needs to get it out – and soon."
Emily nodded. "Of – of course Dr. Thomas," she said unconsciously pulling Michael closer to her. There was something about Dr. Asher Thomas that put her on guard. Looking down she turned and walked down the hall almost having to carry Michael with her. There was something wrong.
Jason's eyelids snapped open when he heard the yell of his name and the running of footsteps up the stairs and toward the guestroom. Getting up he ran to the door and opened it just in time before Max ran right into him. "What is it?" he asked.
Max took a deep breath before he gave Jason the note. As his boss read the note, Max took a step back knowing that Jason was becoming angry and scared. The two together made Jason dangerous.
Looking up at Max, Jason's hand turned into a fist, crumpling the paper in his hand as he growled low in his throat. "Get Sonny," he said. "They have Sam."
Alan Quartermaine opened the door to Dr. Thomas' office and shut it. "Asher," he said.
Asher looked up and almost rolled his eyes at the man. "Alan," he said. "You do know it is courteous to knock before entering."
"So how is my Grandson?" he asked as he sat down in a chair across from the doctor. Alan didn't care what the man thought he should do. All he wanted was one thing…and that was Michael – his beloved Grandson.
Looking down at the desk and then back up at Alan, Asher sighed. "You know I can't divulge what my patient has said. It goes against…" he started.
"I don't care about doctor-patient confidentiality Asher all I want to know is if I can get my Grandson away from that mobster!" yelled Alan.
Asher took another deep breath before nodding. "The plan is working Alan. He could be in your custody tomorrow or even next week. I however, will make that decision solely based on my sessions with him."
A laugh escaped Alan's mouth, as he looked at Asher his eyes wide. "You will decide when my Grandson can come to me?" he asked, laughing again at how amusing it sounded. The laugh died down and he gave the other man a cold look. "You will get my Grandson out of that house. You will bring him to me. You will do it soon or else."
Getting up, Alan headed to the door only to stop when Asher spoke.
"I don't take lightly to being threatened Alan," said Asher his hand slamming the drawer shut and walking slowly to the man. In Asher's hand was the syringe. "You have no idea how hard I have worked to get to where I am and I will not let the likes of you get in my way. Poor AJ did that once. I had to shut him up. Now it's your turn."
Alan looked at Asher with wide eyes and before he could speak he felt the needle slam into the skin of his neck. Alan felt his vision go blurry as he fell against the door and slid down to the floor. Before darkness overtook him he got one last look at Dr. Asher Thomas before everything went black.
The water was now at their waists and getting higher by the minute. Carly had stopped banging against the glass long before Sam. She could tell the other woman was scared and she had to admit that she was scared too. Carly knew this was probably going to be the place where they died, but she couldn't actually say it out loud. As she looked at Sam, she could see the blood starting to pour down her hands and, reaching out she grabbed Sam's hands. "It's useless," she said.
Sam looked at the woman with a glare. "This coming from the almighty Carly Corinthos? You have got to be kidding me!" she yelled at her as she pushed the woman away and moved to another part of the glass and began pounding. "There has got to be a way out of here!"
"Damnit Sam! There is no way in or out of here!" said Carly with defeat in her voice. Carly had never admitted to defeat before and it left a sour taste in her mouth. She was Carly Corinthos for heaven's sakes! Why was she doing this?
Sam turned and actually growled at Carly. "You are giving in? You have two children to go home to, a husband that loves you Carly. You are better than that. Do not make me come over there and punch you!" she yelled.
Carly's eyes widened right before the water stopped and began draining. Both women fell the floor as they tried to catch their breath and a light came on again. "Why are you doing this!" screamed Carly.
A laugh came out from the speakers. "Because I can," he said before the lights went out.