Slowing to a stop and killing the headlights, Jason let out a dark curse at the scene in front of him. This was the last thing he needed right now. The PCPD deciding to pull another one of their remarkable raids. It was amazing what some of the local judges deemed as 'cause' to issue a warrant.

Like most raids, the back docking bay looked like a parking lot, filled with flashing lights. Every Dudley Do Right with a shining silver star and a dream to catch the bad guy, was milling around, trying to look productive.

It was a big old cluster fuck. He knew it. The D.A. knew it. The stupid judge knew it.

"Nice show." Sliding into the passenger seat, Johnny sneered at the chaos across the street. "One of our contacts let us know about it about twenty minutes before the invasion."

Gripping onto the steering wheel, Jason tried to control his anger. Flying off the handle always ended up with him in handcuffs. It also had a way of dragging his over paid lawyer out of bed. Who enjoyed informing him ever few hours he was getting over time for this.

"What for this time? Stolen goods or embezzlement?" Jason asked tight lipped.

"I wish." Johnny snorted. "I'd give anything for another prostitution ring. They, meaning the assholes who pledged to protect and serve, are under the impression that we're importing more than coffee."

"Drugs." Raising a brow, Jason looked over at Johnny. "We've been down that road before. If there's one thing the judges in this town know for sure, is that Sonny doesn't allow that shit in his town."

"Well that's all and good. But they got a nice juicy tip tonight." Johnny looked serious. "Jase, someone planted a nice assortment of cocaine and meth in with the new shipment."

"Are you shitting me?"

"I wish I were." Slouching in his seat, Johnny stared ahead for a moment. "The stuff was wedged between a few bags. We were able to remove most of it. But we both know those freaking dogs are gonna pick up on the scent."

"Does Sonny know?"

"Yeah. Said to keep him informed."

Jason watched the scene with a new eye. "Are you sure you found all the stuff?"

"As sure as we can be."

"And the tapes?"

"Fixed." It was all Johnny needed to say.

His mouth pinched, Jason narrowed his eyes. "When do this all go down?"

"The monkeys have been here for almost thirty minutes. We got news of their pending arrival about an hour ago." Johnny looked over at Jason. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to call Justice and tell him to meet me at the station." Opening his door, Jason slid out of the SUV with ease. "Let Letica know I'll be home in the morning."

Not giving Johnny time to stop him, Jason strolled across the street. It didn't take long for several pair of eyes to zero in on him. Including those of Ric Lansing.

"What's going on?" Stopping just feet away from the District Attorney, Jason shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and let his eyes wander around before narrowing in on that dumbass.

"Cut the crap Morgan." Pulling out a piece of paper, he shoved it into Jason's face. Looking pleased with himself, Ric smiled like someone who'd nailed the crime of the century. "I've got a warrant."

Shoving Ric's hand out of his face, Jason smirked. "I know what a warrant is. You seem to be able to pull those out of your ass at will. I want to know why you and your boys are making a mess of my warehouse."

"We've got reason to believe there's a shipment of drugs you received in there." Jerking his thumb to the warehouse, Ric's smile grew. "And right now we're gathering evidence."

Taking a step to the side, Jason looked through the open cargo doors and watched as bag after bag of coffee was sliced into. Beans were scattered all over the floor, getting crushed beneath neglectful feet. "You know all your gonna find is a bill for damage. Those bags of beans are eighty bucks a piece."

"Not this time Morgan. You and your boss are going down." With a wicked grin, Ric turned when one of the cops came up from behind. "What'd you find so far?"

"Nothing." Looking grim, and almost frantic, the older officer was unable to look Jason in the eye. "The dogs have a few pellets that they keep going back to, but so far it's clean."

This time it was Jason's turn to smile. "Any particular time you want our bill dropped off?"

Scowling in his direction, Ric turned back to the officer. "What about the surveillance tapes?"

"There's nothing on them Mr. Lansing. Sorry."

"Have you looked everywhere?"

"We just hit today's shipment. There's more -."

"Go through those as well." Turning back to Jason, giving him a look that dared him to say something, Ric no longer looked thrilled. Infact, he looked as though he'd just been told that Christmas was going to be canceled. "Unless you'd like to just admit to the drug trafficking now."

Snorting in Ric's face, Jason crossed his hands over his chest and didn't say another word.

Nodding at the man, Ric waited until he disappeared. "I have a few questions for you."

"I wouldn't doubt it."

"Shall I make the typical arrangements? Handcuffs and a squad car?"

"Wouldn't want to disappoint you." Shrugging, Jason held out his hands waiting for one of the officers stepped forward to cuff him. "Not too tight now. I bruise easily."

"Get him the hell out of here." Ric barked before turning on his heel and marching into the warehouse.

"You have no proof to hold my client." Pinching his nose, Justice stared across the table at Mac Scorpio and Ric Lansing. "All you're doing is digging yourselves a red tape hole you'll be working to get out of for the next six months."

"I believe I asked a question." Two hours after their confrontation at the warehouse, Ric Lansing no longer looked jubilant. His expensive tie was hanging lose around his neck, while the top button was undone. The expensive suit he wore like armor had seen better days.

"And I gave you one." Jason snapped.

"Yeah." Picking up the paper he'd balled up and thrown onto the table, Ric sneered. "An entire two words. I see that your handle on the English language is once again a wonder to behold."

"Are you going to charge Mr. Morgan with something, or should I plan on one of our fun filled sleep overs?" Leaning forward and placing his hands on the table, Justice looked less than thrilled. "If so, I'd like to point out that this is well past harassment."

"You must be well paid to put up with this crap." Ric responded tight lipped.

"I'm well paid because I actually know the law, instead of making it up as I go." Taking a seat next to Jason, he made himself comfortable.

"We can all leave when I get some answers." Picking up the cup of coffee off the table, Ric gulped down the last of the cold drudge. "Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I want to know who removed the drugs from the warehouse."

"What drugs?" With a look of pure innocence, Jason stared at Ric without blinking until his nemesis had to look away. "The only stuff from Columbia we ship in, is coffee beans."

Slamming his hand on top of the table, Ric's eyes were blazing. "We had reliable information. We knew what you received today and what lots to find it in."

"Perhaps you should define reliable." Justice muttered. "Just so we can all be on the same page."

Acting as though he hadn't heard the other lawyer, Ric was almost foaming at the mouth. "Further, I want the name of your informant. Of how you and your lackeys were able to clean out the warehouse before we got there."

"You don't have to answer that." Justice looked over at Jason and shook his head.

"I don't have anything to hide." Jason drawled.

"Well that's fantastic." Ric sneered. "How'd you find out?"

"About what?" Jason asked blandly.

"About the drugs." Ric barked.

"What drugs?"

Ric looked ready to pull his hair out, instead he jumped out of his chair and started to pace back and forth. "Fine where were you tonight?"

"You don't have to answer that." Justice repeated himself from before.

"Depends." Ignoring Justices irritated sigh, Jason was clearing enjoying the way Ric's night seemed to take a drastic turn for the worse. "I was a busy man tonight."

Ric's face contorted, twisting into a pained expression. "You don't say. Lets try at about nine. It was around the time I got the warrant to search your place."

"I was at Luke's bar."

"Do you have any witnesses who can support this?" Ric sneered, still not looking happy with the direction this was going.

"Yeah." Jason smirked. "Six of your employees. They had to break up a bar fight."

His head snapping up, Ric narrowed his eyes before sticking his head out into the squad room. After barking at a few of the men unlucky enough to be sitting around, Ric slammed the door shut. "Great. Then what?"

Jason shrugged. "I took Elizabeth Webber home."

"Really?" This caught the D.A.'s attention. "You sure do work fast Morgan."

Jason's eye's turned stormy. Leaning forward he made sure he had Ric's full attention before speaking again. "I suggest you watch what you're saying."

Holding up his hands in mock surrender, Ric flashed an oily smile. "I'm just saying that she's pretty new to town. Sure she's a looker -."

Justice's hand flew over to Jason's shoulder. Knowing his client like he did, Justice knew this was a path they did not want to tread on. "I don't see how this line of . . . questioning has anything to do with you and your men invading Mr. Morgan's property. Clearly your informant wasn't as reliable as you claim. I'm sure once the judge who signed the warrant finds out, your going to have a lot of explaining to do."

"Fine." Gritting his teeth, Ric sat down in the chair again. "Of course we're going to need to confirm this with Ms. Webber."

"Again, Mr. Lansing, if you don't have anything to hold Jason with, I suggest you release him." Justice sighed.

"Not until we talk with Ms. Webber. Confirm your clients alibi." Starting to gather his paperwork, Ric sneered again.

"Do you realize what time it is?" Justice looked over the table in disgust. "I understand your panties are in a wad over yet another failure in pinning Jason with some factious charge. But waking a young woman in the middle of the night is absurd."

"I can't bring myself to really care." Ric retorted. "Anyone stupid enough to befriend this thug deserves a few early wake up calls. Maybe she'll think twice and run in the opposite direction. Until then, you two can sit pretty. It wouldn't do for you to get to her before us."