A/N: OK so this has been forever and I know im not giving you nearly enough but that was a hard chapter to follow and I hope I at least did it some justice. I'm starting school soon so unfortunately updates will be few and far between but I promise that I will make sure to write as much as possible even if I cant get to typing it for awhile. Oh and I will be updating all of my other story's ASAP!

Chapter 5

As Courtney broke down on her father Jason retreated into a chair and sat down as he wiped at his eyes furiously. He needed to be strong for Courtney but all he could think about was his son. His blood ran cold with anger for whoever thought they were mighty enough to take his son. He couldn't help but think about what would happen if he didn't find his son in time. His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Jase"

He looked up to see Monica standing over him. "Hey Monica" he said politely his voice cracking just a bit. He turned his head to find his wife had now gone completely silent and Mike and Sonny had managed to get her once squirming body into a chair.

"How is she holding up?" she asked nodding to Courtney .

"Not good...I mean it's bad enough her best friend was shot...but now Scott being..." he couldn't even say the word...he couldn't say that his son had been kidnaped.

"I'm so sorry Jase. You don't deserve this and neither do Courtney or Scott...but you'll get him back I know it I have faith in you Jason." she said confidently looking him straight in the eye "I have faith in you." she repeated giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Thanks"

"Your welcome" she said before standing and slowly making her way towards Sonny, tapping him lightly on his shoulder to get his attention discreetly.

Sonny turned to see Monica. "How is she?" he asked softly not wanting Courtney to have to hear if Carly was in bad shape.

"Well she made it through surgery great and she's in recovery...but...she doesn't remember today at all after talking to her personally I've come to the conclusion that the memory loss is a result from the trauma." after receiving a blank stare she explained " It's like her mind is blocking out the bad memory of the trama. But other than losing a day she's in perfect health."

"Thanks Monica" he sighed. At least that would be one less thing on his sisters mind. He slowly turned towards the elevators silently leaving and heading up to the 6th floor to check on his wife.


"Did you go check on our pleasant little family?" Jax asked walking into Kelly's and taking the unoccupied seat next to Sam.

"Yea...It was quite the show watching Courtney6 break down" she snickered popping a few fries into her mouth. "Then she turned on Jason and blamed him."

"Really?" He asked intrigued.

"Yea Jason walked away and Courtney turned to Sonny and Mike for support." she laughed choking on the fries she was eating.

"Hairball?"

"Yeah your hilarious"

"I know" he said arrogantly "Anyways so Courtney's already turning on him? Hmm...I wonder" he pondered

After a minute or two or impatiently tapping her foot expectantly she threw her hands in the air and huffed "WELL!"

He laughed at her impatience "Well what if we could spin this little situation to do more damage than we originally were planning?"

"Ok wait your speaking in circles and I don't understand" she said looking utterly confused.

Figures. He sighed "Well think about it for a second, if you go over to the penthouse to offer support..."

"Courtney walks in and see's me and flips out, starts a fight and storms out..."

"Exactly leaving you alone with a very distraught Jason and me to find a very upset Courtney."

"That's perfect!"

"I know" he smirked conceitedly as she rolled her eyes.

"So what happens next with the kid?"

"Well...after we break the holy two up...we can throw the kid I for a good custody battle to drive the whole family even farther apart." he suggested.

"Yea but we have to get them extremely far apart...we don't want them bonding over the kid." she reminded him

"True...what's the ultimate betrayal?"

She smiled as an idea popped into her head. "Infidelity"


"Hey" Courtney called softly as she shut the stairwell door trapping them both on the roof.

He turned to see the woman who gave him everything. "What are you doing up here?" he asked clearing his throat as he rested his hands on the ledge and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have and I don't blame you...I just..." she tried her hardest to stay strong but she was failing miserably as the tears poured from her eyes showing her no mercy as she "I don't know if he's cold ...or hungry...of if he's crying for us."

He turned and pulled her tightly into his arms, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back soothingly, just as he did to calm Scott. "Shhh...We just have to hold it together for Scott."

"I...I don't know if I can." she cried.

He pulled back slightly "Look at me" he whispered gently tilting her chin forcing her to look into his eyes. "Yes you can, I promise you whoever took Scott and shot Carly are going to pay with their lives." he sighed as she nodded. Kissing her forehead he pulled her back into a hug. "When this is all over and done with you me and Scott are going to the island."

"Really?" she sniffled.

"Yea we'll take him swimming...you can get a day at the spa ...I'll get plenty or time with you" he explained squeezing her tightly to his chest.

She giggled. "Ah I see so the whole vacation is about getting in my pants?"

"No...up your skirt works to." he laughed.

"Oh I see so no father son time?" she asked throughly amused with the conversation.

"There will be plenty of time for that...you know it's about time he learns the pleasures of a beer and how to play a good game of pool."

"So by the time we get back our son will be all set for bar hopping." she laughed.

"Only the best bars."he laughs.

With a cold breeze came harsh reality. Neither knew where their energetic little boy was. Neither could honestly tell you that they would ever hold much less see Scott again. Their temporarily moment of bliss, had been short lived. So they stood there in each others arms letting the cold air brush over them. She was praying for her baby back, he was vowing revenge.