Chapter 11

Upon returning home, Lorenzo made sure to tell the guards that when they saw Jodie reentering the property, they were to let her go without approaching her, but keep a close eye on where she comes in. Meanwhile, he waited for her in the semi dark living room, pretty sure she would come in through the french doors leading out to the patio. He was furious that she would go to Corinthos's house, undetected. He didn't like it and was going to set her straight about her disappearing acts.

Lorenzo sat with a glass of brandy in his hand. The house was quiet, the guards were in their places and Diego was at a class at PCU. Checking his watch, Lorenzo saw that it was after 7pm and almost right on time, he saw the french door slowly opening, just enough for a small figure to slip in. The lights from the patio glinted off of her blond hair as she quietly tiptoed into the room, checking to make sure no one was around. Lorenzo didn't move. His eyes having already adjusted to the dark, he watched the small figure move carefully across the room before reaching over and turning on the lamp next to him.

Jodie froze. Uh-oh, she thought as she turned toward the source of light, hoping it was just one of the guards or other staff. But it wasn't. It was her father and he definitely did not look happy.

"How could I be so stupid?" Skye muttered to herself as she stalked through the park. Once again, she had been pushed aside for another woman. First Luke – who could never commit because he had too much fun tackling one crazy adventure after another – besides the fact that he was still deeply in love with his wife Laura, then the Quartermaines – who never really accepted her as a part of their family – even though, technically she isn't, and now Lorenzo – who had seemed to finally move on from Carly – thank God! – but right into the arms of some unknown woman! Skye had no idea who the hell this Jodie was – she had never heard the name before – had just moved in on Lorenzo!

"Well, that's just too damn bad for her, now isn't it?" she continued to mutter to herself as she approached Kelly's. Skye was tired of taking a backseat to everyone or everything else in this town. She was better than that and she was going to prove it. Skye wanted Lorenzo Alcazar and she was not going to stop until she had him.

"Hey buddy, can I come in?" Jason asked, looking at Michael as he stood in the doorway to the boy's room. Michael was sitting on the window seat, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His head was resting against the wall behind him. At Michael's shrug, Jason entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"I know you're scared Michael. But your father and I are going to find Sam and your mom and bring them home," Jason said. He was not usually one for making open-ended promises that he wasn't sure he could keep, but Michael had been through so much over the last few months that Jason just found himself wanting to make everything better.

"I know," Michael said, still looking out the window. Michael had faith that his father and Jason would bring his mother and Sam home. They always came through. No, Michael was more upset about Jodie. She had lied to him – well, maybe not really lied. He never asked who her family was. But finding out that Lorenzo Alcazar was her father had been a blow to Michael. He thought he had found a friend in Jodie, but now he wasn't so sure. There was no way he could be her friend now. His father and her's hated each other. Lorenzo Alcazar had tried to steal his mother away – in fact, he had at one time.

"That's good. But there's something else bothering you. Does it have to do with this Jodie girl?" Jason asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Michael shrugged. "I guess," he said.

"How long have you known her?" Jason was not too thrilled about Michael being associated with anyone connected to Alcazar. Wherever that man was, nothing good came of it and Jason did not want Michael mixed up anymore in all of this than he already was.

"Not that long. I met her in the park the other day. She was friendly and we played with Morgan," said Michael.

"How did she get in here?"

"Through the window. I didn't know she was here until I came upstairs and saw her. We were talking, then we heard Mr. Alcazar's voice and she took off. I didn't know he was her father," Michael explained, finally turning to Jason. He noticed how tired Jason looked. "Now we can't be friends anymore."

Jason didn't answer. He hated the thought of having to tell Michael who he could and could not be friends with. But in this case, he thought it would be the best thing. "Until we really know what's going on Michael, I think it would be best if you didn't see her anymore."

Michael nodded, understanding what Jason meant.

She stretched her arms over her head, a satisfied smile playing at her lips. He wasn't the best of lover's, but he was good enough – for now. She had a bigger game in her sites and that would be more than satisfactory for her.

Sliding out of the bed, she pulled on the black silk robe, tying the sash around her slim waist. Running her hands through her blond hair, she headed out to the kitchen for some coffee. He would sleep a little longer – drinking binges and then a night of sex always tuckered the poor guy out. Glad that she had remembered to set the timer on the coffee maker and fill the filter, she poured herself a large cup of the hot, black liquid, drinking it straight. Sitting at the table, she picked up the newspaper and smiled, reading the headline on the front page: LOCAL MOB BOSS WIFE CARLY CORINTHOS AND THE ENFORCER'S GIRLFRIEND MISSING. The article went on the talk about first Carly's abduction from the park where her purse being the only thing found, and then Sam's mysterious disappearance from the penthouse she shared with Mob Enforcer Jason Morgan – a secure location he claimed to have left her in before going out to search for his boss's wife. There were no leads or clues as to the whereabouts of either woman.

As far as she was concerned, it was perfect. No one suspected she had anything to do with it – because, after all, she was dead. Right? Same for her partner. And there was no possible way that ghosts could have taken those poor defenseless women.

Finishing her coffee, she knew it was time to rouse her partner and prepare for the day. She was sure Morgan would be out in full force and she wanted to check in on her "guests" at the warehouse. It was going to prove to be an interesting day.

"Sam, Sam, calm down and listen to me. Can you swim to the top as the water rises? Maybe we can get out through that door," Carly said, trying to keep her head above the water.

Taking a deep breath to calm down and think – Sam looked up. If she continued to tread water and rise with the water level, she would be able to reach the top. "Yeah, I think I can. We just have to rise with the water."

Carly looked over at her and nodded. She was not dying here. She was going to get home to her boys and make sure Dr. Thomas paid for what he did.

Clearing her head, Sam helped Carly to tread water and stay above the surface. The less they panicked, the better it would be for them.

The water continued to rise, and the two women made sure to rise with it. They were getting closer and closer to the top and the way out. "Okay Carly, we need to start trying to get the door open, otherwise we go under when the water reaches to the top."

Looking up, Carly nodded, and with Sam's help, they were able to reach the trap door. Sam tried to pull at first, but then realized that they should be pushing it up. "Okay Carly, I need your help. We need to push this up. It's our only way out!"

Using all the strength she could muster, Carly helped Sam to push the door open. Finally, it burst open and fresh air rushed in.

"Carly, you go out first and then pull me up," Sam said.

Nodding, Carly gripped the sides of the opening, her fingers slipping slightly. Using all of her determination, Carly pulled herself through. Turning to reach for Sam, Carly didn't see her. "SAM!" she called, searching the water for her.

Sam burst through the water, reaching her hand up to Carly. Trying to gain some footing, Carly pulled Sam out of the tank. The two women collapsed on the top, trying to catch their breath.

"Come on, we need to get out of here," Sam said, sliding to the edge of the tank and looking for a way down that would not break their necks.

"Sam, there's a ladder on this side," Carly said, trying to muster enough strength to pull her exhausted and water logged body up.

They slowly made their way down the ladder, trying to stay as quiet as they could. They wanted to get out of there before Dr. Thomas came back.

As they reached the floor and started running, the lights of the warehouse came on, blazing brightly in their eyes. "I don't think you two lovely ladies are going anywhere," came the voice from beyond the lights.

Once their eyes adjusted, Sam and Carly saw Dr. Thomas, pointing a gun in their direction.