A/N I totally forgot that i was posting Footballers wives on this site so i will be posting the last couple chapters in the next few days

Chapter 3

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"So, Patrick, how's Jason jaw? I still cant believe that Liz hit him."

Patrick stopped in his tracks and turned around when he heard Robin's voice.

"Oh, looks like a hairline fracture. That woman packs a punch."

"Well, she did hit him in the face twice…" She paused, looking a little uncomfortable. "What about his… his… You know, man parts."

Patrick smirked at her.

"You're a doctor. You could say it any number of ways. Groin, genitalia, anything. And, should I be jealous that you're interested in Jason's 'man parts'?"

Robin smiled at him.

"My days of being seriously concerned with Jason's 'groin' are long over. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't permanently damaged. Because when Liz gets over being angry, she's going to want that."

Patrick shook his head.

"Can we change the subject? I'll start. I want to apologize thoroughly and completely for taking you to court, enlisting Anna's aid, cause I know it pissed you off, and being so rigid about the whole marriage thing. And I thoroughly and utterly apologize for making my proposal a public spectacle that let anyone weigh in on the matter. I should have handled that privately."

Robin grinned.

You're not afraid I'm going to beat you up, are you?"

Patrick laughed.

"Well, a little bit. You were raised by two black-belts, dated a mobster and have been in a few bar fights."

Robin was going to respond to that when she was stopped by Matt Hunter, storming up to them.

"Doctor Drake, I don't appreciate you coming in here behaving as if you are the almighty perfect physician and stealing my patients-"

Patrick brought his hand up and then gestured to his name tag.

"It's funny… It says Dr. Patrick Drake, Chief of Staff… So, I would be your almighty physician. And, when a concerned party asks for a second opinion, I'm not going to deny them just so I don't step on your toes." Patrick the really got into it. "Your bedside manner is non-existent when it's not reprehensible. You treat patients like they're paperwork, nurse's like they should be able to read your mind and support staff like they're the help. You've questioned my authority on numerous occasions, in front of various people, including, staff, patients, family and guests. So," he turned to Robin for a second, "I want to finish this conversation, but apparently this is something I need to handle right now." He turned back to Dr. Hunter. "Be in my office in a minute and a half or the next thing we'll 'discuss' is your discharge for employment."

Dr. Hunter flapped mouth soundlessly.

Robin covered her smile with her hand as Patrick walked off.

"If you want to keep this job, you should do what he says. Because he hasn't said one untrue thing," Robin said as a parting shot, heading down the hall in the other direction.

Lucky entered the ER, he came across Jason, who was being discharged.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Jason looked up at the man as Lucky walked towards him.

"What do you want, Spencer?"

"Seriously, what the hell happened? There's Feds all over the place."

"There was an federal raid on all organized crime syndicates in Port Charles."

Lucky made a rude noise.

"Then why aren't you in handcuffs?"

Jason reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and flashed a badge.

"Feels kind of good, it's the first time I've shown it to anyone."

"What the hell is that?"

"Can you read, Spencer? It says Organized Crime Task Force, then it says agent and then my name."

"You're full of shit."

"Okay, if you say so, I'm full of shit. Are we done? Or was there something else?"

"Assuming I believe you're an OCTF agent, I need to know if any has seen Sam."

"Yeah, saw her right before the bust. Why?"

"Against my and her better judgment, we were working together under the radar to gather evidence against Karpov. She was undercover as a courier."

"You, a detective, let Sam, a civilian, go undercover, not just in any organization, but a Russian organization where their leader is a raving, woman-hating psychopath?"

"She wanted to do something about the shipment of bad drugs after a little girl died."

"She could have done anything else to help. You had the responsibility to keep her out of danger and you sent her into the lion's den? Moron."

Lucky drew a deep breath, mildly shame-faced.

"Okay, so you saw her before the bust. You didn't arrest, obviously."

"No, I told her to get lost. She left out the other side of the alleyway and that's it."

"Nothing else?"

"No, Spencer, that's it. Nothing else," Jason said, pushing by the man.

Lucky stopped him.

"Which alleyway?"

Jason turned around.

"Have you tried to call her, checked her place or yours?"

Lucky blew out his breath.

"Do you honestly think I would be talking to you if I hadn't already exhausted every other option."

Jason threw up his hands.

"I don't need your bullshit, Spencer. I have a prescription to fill and elsewhere to be. And, you can cross Jake off your list of concerns, as I'm not going to let you claim my son anymore."

Lucky stood in shock.

Jason strode away when he heard, "What alley?"

"North side of warehouse 42," he called, not turning around.

"Hey, Spinelli. Feeling better."

"Oh, Faithful Friend. I would gladly pay you Tuesday for an orange soda today."

Georgie sighed.

"You ask me every time I come to visit you and you know I can't bring you one…"

"Hope springs eternal, Faithful Friend."

Georgie felt a bit of irritation, inside. She knew she looked cute; she'd done something with her hair, little make-up, her candy striper uniform was looking sweet. But all Spinelli saw was a Faithful Friend, like a Labrador Retriever.

"Spin, I wish you would come up with a better name for me," she said, turned and left.

Maxi entered the room not 45 seconds later.

"What's up Georgie's butt?" she asked as she threw herself into a chair.

"I may have possibly, inadvertently upset her."

"You said the 'Faithful Friend' thing again, huh?"

"She is the most faithful friend to the jackal!"

"She's got a crush on you, dimwit! Calling her that makes her sound like 'Old Scrappy' or 'Lassie' or something."

"She does not have a crush on the Jackal."

"No? Fine. Be an asshat. I'm leaving, too."

"Maximista!"

"My friggin' name is Maxi! Maxi! Say it!" she yelled before storming out of the room.

'O for 2 with the Jones women today,' Spinelli thought desolately as he contemplated Maxi's words.

Jason cut through the park on his way home. Before he knew it, there was an armload of Cameron clinging to his neck.

"Jason! You been gone so long! Where've you been? And," the boys voice was drowned out by the look on Liz's face.

Her face was set in stone, anger etched into her features. They locked eyes for a long moment before he was jostled back to the present by the little boy.

"And Mommy said she hurt hands at work and we came to the park and you're here and can I ride on your motorcycle…"

Jake gave an excited squee as he noticed Jason and began reaching out for the man.

Liz thought on whether she would hand the boy over to Jason or grab Cameron's hand and leave. She decided, instead of scaring the boys and answering a lot of difficult questions from Cameron later, she'd hand him over. Hell, maybe Jake'd knock him in the jaw with his hard little head.

Jason transferred Cameron to one arm and took Jake with the other. Cameron looked exceedingly happy, and Jake gingerly touched Jason's bruised face.

"No, Jake, it hurts."

"How'd you get hurt, Jason?" Cameron asked.

Jason looked into Liz's eyes and raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, Liz was a little less proud of herself. Just a little.

'Deserved it,' she thought.

"I got hurt at work, but I'm fine. It just looks really bad."

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"Not right now."

"You should be more careful. Mommy says sometimes I don't pay attention. And then I fell down and skinned my knee. You wanna see it? It was all bleeding and gross, but Mommy fixed it and put a big bandaid on it and kissed it better so it didn't hurt so much. Cause Mommy's a nurse. Maybe she could put a bandaid on your ouchie and kiss it better it better too."

Jason quirked an eyebrow at Liz.

"Cameron, why don't you take Jakie and play in the sand box? I need to talk to Jason for just a minute."

"'Kay Mommy. Are you gonna push me on the swing later, Jason?"

Jason set the two little boys down and said, "Maybe not today. But soon."

"How's your jaw?" she asked.

"Assessing how much damage you did?" Jason asked back.

"Maybe."

"Then it's fine."

"You're still an asshole. And I am still upset. I'm less upset, like out of the killing rage, but angry still."

"You have every right."

"Thanks for validating my feelings."

"Liz," He said, in a calm way, "Um, can we get together one of these evenings. I want to tell you everything and answer every question you have. I want us to get beyond this."

"You're thinking we can? I don't actually want to talk or look at you right this minute. Or this week. So, I'll call you when I can control myself."

"Okay, I guess I'll have to settle for that. I'll wait for your call." He turned to walk away, then turned back to her. "There's one more thing."

"What? What now, Jason?"

Jason makes a rude noise.

"I told… Well, I implied… I might have told Lucky that his services were no longer required. I'm going to take my meds and sleep for a week. Tell the boys I'll see them soon."

Liz's eyes rolled into the back of her head, she closed them and Jason could see the controlled rage. He quickly exited.

Liz put the boys to bed and was sitting on the couch with the phone to her ear. It rang a few times before it was answered.

"Hello."

"Your brother is the asshole of all assholes! He is the king of the assholes!"

"Okay, noted, Jason's an asshole. Any particular reason?"

"He's a lying, insufferable prick."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Did you know he was an OCTF agent?"

"No. What's an OCTF-"

Liz explained.

"Oh."

"Since 1999."

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'."

Liz expounded on the conversation with Jason.

"And then I see him in the park and he says Lucky's services were no longer required. He picks this moment to claim his son!"

"Isn't that good?"

"That's not the point. You know what? I don't want to talk about it now. How's Nikolas?"

"Well, apparently he had very vivid dreams in which I was murdered and haunted him and you and Sam were dangled off a bridge."

"No shit!"

"And many other and various things. But it looks like he's coming out of it. He'll be working with physical therapy next week."

"He'll be coming out of it just in time to see his sister's boyfriend on trial for the murder of her stalker ex-boyfriend."

"Yeah, I didn't mention that to him."

"You think you should?"

"He just recently became cognizant, so I don't want to deluge him with too much."

"What are you going to do about my brother?"

"Be incredibly angry for about a week and then maybe call him to tell him what a shit-head he is and I might talk to him."

"Well, as long as you're keeping the lines of communication open."

"Hilariously funny."

"Not trying to be, just working out that way."

Liz sighed into the phone.

"Thanks for letting me vent. I don't think I'm going to be up all night prank calling your brother and leaving nasty messages on his voice mail."

"That's good. I'm going to get up extra early and see my boyfriend who just woke from his coma-like state."

"You win, your situation is by far worse than mine. I will buy you a cake tomorrow."

"Chocolate, please. And on that note, going to bed."

"Oh wait, wait…" Liz said sheepishly. "Just so you're not surprised if you see your brother… I… Well, his face is really bruised up."

"That raid thing? He got hurt."

"No. I saw him after, in the ER. I was called down to assist with triage. Afterwards, I might have lost my temper…"

"You hit him?"

"I did. Three times. Once in the groin, and twice in the face. Hence the bruising."

"Holy shit, Liz!"

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't feel quite as good about it now as I did before. Seems like the lidocaine has worn off and I'm regretting it."

"Okay, we will discuss your assault of my brother when I don't have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn and when we can drink tequila."

"Fair enough. Bye, Em."

"Bye, Liz. Crazy ass woman."

Lucky inspected the alley indicated by Jason.

He found a large area of blood by an exit of the warehouse. He proceeded down the alley to it's opposite exit. Immediately he found a piece of bloody fabric on a nail with a blood trail that lead almost out to the street.

He opened his cell phone and hit speed dial.

"I need a CSU at the alley on the north side alley of warehouse 42. Now."