Chapter 5
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Jason was being manhandled into the PCPD by two brain dead officers who apparently hadn't gotten the memo that he was a federal agent.
Alexis saw the fiasco and yelled.
"What the hell is going on? Why is Agent Morgan in cuffs?"
Officer Dip-Brain 1 looked confused.
"He shot Sonny Corinthos."
Alexis gaped, she looked to Jason.
"Really?"
Jason went red in the face and shook off the cops.
"Sonny shot Spinelli."
"What the hell?" Alexis shouted. "Okay, you," she pointed at one of the officers, "uncuff Agent Morgan and then the both of you get the hell out of here so I never figure out who you are. Jason, into Mac's office and explain."
"Spinelli's being rushed to the hospital, I have to check on him. He just got discharged-"
"Ten minutes of explanation now will save a days worth of paperwork later."
Jason nodded and followed her into Mac's office, unoccupied by the commissioner.
Alexis leaned against the side of the desk.
"From the top."
Jason took a deep breath. He wanted to rush the answer out and leave as fast as he could, but it wouldn't help in the long run. He took his time.
"I got a call from Maxi. She was frantic. She said Sonny was in my penthouse threatening Spinelli. She thought Sonny was going to kill Spinelli. She called me first and then the police. I was very close, so I ran home. When I got there, Sonny was pointing the gun at Spinelli. He didn't even turn when I opened the door and shouted. I told him to drop it, but he fired anyway. I fired at the same time. I shot Sonny in the back of the head, he was dead when frick and frack dragged me out, ignoring me as I told them I was an agent. Maxi and I had been tying a tourniquet around Spinelli's thigh, where Sonny shot him. He was bleeding out, Alexis. He just recovered from surgery. This could kill him. I need to go."
Jason paced towards the door.
"That's everything?" Alexis asked. "Did Sonny say anything?"
"Not to me. Maxi said she could hear him through the door, screaming at Spinelli, calling him a snitch. You'll have to talk to her."
Alexis sat a moment. It was a horrible thing to think, but she was actually relieved Sonny was dead.
"Alexis? Can I go?"
She looked up, blinking.
"Yeah, yes. I'll send someone to talk to Maxi later."
Jason bolted from the room.
On the way to the hospital, he called Liz's cell. He got her voicemail.
'Shit,' he thought. 'Just tell her.'
At the beep he spoke.
"Spinelli was shot by Sonny. He's back in the hospital. That's why I ran off. I'm sorry, Liz. I wasn't trying… I want to see you. Please want to see me too."
He closed his phone and entered the ER.
Alexis pushed the new turmoil to the back burner of her mind. She was waiting for Lucky to return. He'd run home for a shower and a change of clothes. Something she hadn't been able to indulge in, unfortunately.
She'd already talked to the Agent in Charge. He'd made clear that they were not in a position to move on the information she'd brought him. That information, garnered during interrogation of various Russian mobsters and Karpov's lawyer, lead to a previously unknown Russian strong hold. Which was apparently chock full of weapons, drugs and other illegal items.
Special Agent Carter stated that they had significant deficits in man power and they needed to regroup and bring in agents from other locations. Which would take 36- 72 hours, depending.
Alexis had explained to Special Agent Carter that she believed her daughter, Sam McCall, had been abducted by the Russians, possibly taken to that location and that she may not have that long if they outed her as non-official undercover agent.
That lead to more questions and more explanations, that Lucky and Sam's 'operation' was not officially sanctioned by the DA or the PCPD. But the point was moot. Her daughter was missing and she needed to be found. Agent Carter was no help.
Alexis made a call.
"Jax, I need your help."
"Dr. Drake, our AB negative blood supply is dangerously low," Epiphany called as Patrick crossed the ER at a fast clip.
"Damn it! Spinelli would have to have the rarest blood type in the world." He looked at Epiphany. "Get on the horn, find out if we have staff who are AB neg, ask people to volunteer for testing, if you don't have luck, send a message to the news service for a public call and set up a testing center."
Liz had just entered the ER, having been paged.
"Patrick!"
He stopped and looked at her.
"I'm AB negative!"
Patrick pointed her to Epiphany. She ran over.
"Let's get this blood drawn," Liz said.
"Forms-" Epiphany started.
"I'm waiving, I'm giving verbal consent. What am I gonna do, sue?"
Epiphany took her to a private room to set up the blood draw and IV.
Maxi was pacing, frantic, outside the post op waiting room, tears streaking her small heart shaped face, as she hyperventilated.
"Any word?" he asked, putting a hand on the young woman to stop her.
Maxi threw her arms around Jason and sobbed.
"He's running out of blood, Jason! He's gonna die!"
Jason tried his best to comfort her.
"Spinelli's gonna die because I stood behind the door like a coward. He saved my life and I repay him by letting that psychopath shoot him!"
"Maxi, you need to calm down. Spinelli will be fine. You have to believe it."
He placed the young woman in a chair and sat next to her.
"I heard him. I heard Sonny. He was crazy. He keep saying you were out to get him and Spinelli was a snitch and you're a liar and it wasn't his fault. He was fucking crazy, Jason. And Spinelli… He just… He's so… What if it's too much? What if he lost too much blood?"
Jason turned Maxi to face him, taking her face in his hand.
"Maxi! Stop! You can't help him by going to pieces. Spinelli needs you to be strong. So, do it!"
Maxi took a gulping breath and tried to pull herself together.
"I'm scared I'm going to lose my best friend…"
"Don't put him a coffin yet. Spinelli is one of the most annoyingly persistent people I have ever met. He'll come out of this just so he can show the ladies a bullet wound he didn't inflict on himself."
"Yeah, he'll think it's all sexy and manly," Maxi sniffed, trying to smile.
"Jax, you can't leave now, we just got back together!" Carly shouted.
"Alexis says the Russians have Sam, and the OCTF won't help. I'm going."
"You're going to run off to do something trained federal agents aren't willing to do?"
Jax narrowed his eyes.
"My people have satellite imagery of the island, and Lucky is going with me."
Carly rolled her eyes.
"Great! You and detective dumb ass! Perfect! You want to know what hurts the most, Jax? You are willing to put your life on the line for every damn woman in Port Charles with the very glaring exception of your WIFE!"
Jax remained silent.
"Everyone knows Alexis is your favorite ex-wife. Goddamn! What do I have to do to get half of that consideration?"
"Occasionally take other's feelings into account and put them before yourself."
Carly was floored.
She'd been called a selfish bitch by the best of them, but somehow, Jax cut her deeper than anyone had ever.
"Fine," she ground out.
"What?" he said, surprised.
"Just go then, save Sam. The White Knight and his simpering squire."
Jax smirked.
"He is your cousin, Carly."
"And I know him well," she replied.
"So, we're done here?"
Carly shrugged.
"What can I do about it? Go save the fair maiden. But I might not be here when you get back."
"Threats, Carly?"
"No."
"What does- Nevermind. The plane is fueling and we're leaving in a half an hour."
Carly's face softened.
"Do I even get a kiss good bye?"
"What the fuck do you mean he's getting three months!?" Scott Baldwin shouted as he stormed into Mac's office, Alexis' makeshift office.
"You have five seconds to change your tone, Baldwin, before I have you booked for simple assault."
Scottie seethed.
"That fuck-shit killed my son and he's getting three months?!"
Alexis took a deep breath. She tried to remain calm, but she could only compartmentalize so much.
"He didn't kill Logan Hayes. Lulu Spencer did, accidentally."
Scott went purple.
"You believe that! That crazy piece of trash lies to cover her boyfriend's ass and you take her word for it!?"
Alexis made a motion to someone Scott didn't see. Suddenly, there was an hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw an officer. He took a deep breath and stood silently.
"Lulu knew facts of the case that had not been divulged to the general public. Her account of what happened fits with the physical evidence on Logan." Here, she took a deep breath. "According to her statement, and John Zacchara's. It seems like after a long, wild-ass goose chase, we finally got to the truth."
"You can't possibly-" he began to shout. The officer's grip tightened. "You are taking their word for it?"
Alexis got up and stood toe to toe with Scott Baldwin.
"Your son was a sociopath who would have killed Lulu Spencer if he couldn't have her. He killed himself as far as I'm concerned, running into Lulu's hand while she held a knife. And yes, that is the official story. I want this over with. John Zacchara will serve three months for obstruction for removing the body from the scene. And that will be the end of it."
"The hell it will!" Scott shouted.
"Get him out of here!" she said to the officer. "And, Baldwin, you're fired. Contrary to your belief, the Mayor does not appoint Special Prosecuting Attorneys. You're not permitted access to the PCPD or the DA's office."
Scott began screaming incoherently as the officer dragged him from the building.
Alexis sat at the desk and smiled grimly.
At least she could cross one thing off the ever increasing list of things to take care of. Now, she could get to the paperwork on the OCTF raids and try not to worry about Sam.
Patrick pulled off his gloves, then his face mask. He stood outside the OR, in the scrub-in room, taking long, slow, deep breaths. It had been touch and go.
Robin walked through the door.
"How's Spinelli?" she asked, putting her arms around him.
Patrick returned the gesture and laid his cheek on her head.
"I'm calling him critical but stable. Thank God Liz had his blood type, no one else in the area seems to."
"Are you alright?"
Patrick took another slow, deep breath.
"Better than poor Spinelli."
Robin made eye contact with him.
"It's been hard for you, running the hospital, putting up with… personality conflicts. And here's Spinelli for the second time, almost dying. It wears on you. I know it does. It doesn't help that we can't seem to get it together."
Patrick didn't answer.
He changed the subject.
"I know why you don't want to marry me. I know it's not that you don't love me. I understand your reasons."
He took her chin gently in his hand and pressed a kiss to her lips.
"But, I have an idea."
TBC