Chapter Sixty-One
Brenda placed a soft kiss to Sonny's cheek before retreating from the room, there was after all, two young men who she just itched to bug, it was her way after all.
Jason took a seat at the small circular table, waiting for Sonny to say what he was obviously having trouble saying, it hadn't been there before, almost as if a thought had sprung unbidden into his mind and was now fighting it.
"Would you like a coffee or something?" Sonny asked, turning to the coffee pot, it was in his nature to try and take control, but he understood, this had nothing to do with his family, his family was safe and mostly away from harm, for the time being at least. He had no right to try and make light of the situation, he would be jumping to conclusions had it been his wife, right, Ex-wife or children.
"No thanks, what I would like, is for you to be honest, whatever just happened, I know you have an idea and whether I want to hear it or not, I think you need to say it." Jason said, his patience starting to get the better of him.
"Look, I know you are anxious to find the person behind this. But I am not sure Lucky isn't the one who did it all. I remember when he was programmed before, throughout it all, he was always trying to look out for Elizabeth, and while I don't believe he has full use of his faculties, I believe this new Lucky would go out of his way to harm her. I saw his eyes at your wedding, he was devoid of all emotion, it was like he was a walking dead man." Sonny said, not exactly sure how to get his point across, he didn't want to make light of Jason's worry, but he also didn't want to facilitate unjust worry.
"Sonny, I don't doubt Lucky is responsible for a lot of things, but there is something else about the note that worries me. Perhaps it was Lucky, hoping to mess with my head. The one constant in Lucky's life, well that has always been Liz, she has given up much for him, and while I believe he thinks this is all her fault, I also believe that he holds nothing but ill will towards me. But Lucky doesn't have the financial capabilities or the resources or even the background to be able to completely snowball not only you and me but the police, come on, he is Luke's son after all. They rely more on running when things get tough, hanging around really isn't their M.O." Jason said, dragging his hands through his hair, disheveling it even more.
"So, what do you suggest we do?" Sonny asked, clearly at a loss, and wanting nothing more than to eliminate the threat, whatever or whoever the threat may be.
Before Jason could answer his cell phone began to shriek. "Morgan."
"Mr. Morgan sir, you need to get home, now!" Isabella stammered into the phone. She didn't wait for a response, she knew he would already have cutoff the call.
Jason didn't bother explaining, whatever was going on, he needed to get home.
Sonny saw fear flash across Jason's face before he pushed it down, going into enforcer mode. As Jason dashed out of the kitchen and the house, Sonny was close on his heels.
And before he could say anything to the other people currently at his home, they were up and running to keep up.
Sonny couldn't help the small smile that arose. He would have pegged the computer nerd as a couch potato, but when he sped past the older man, Sonny couldn't deny the kids loyalty. Spinelli burst through the door seconds after Jason, and one more thing Sonny had to give the kid, he stayed quiet, he let Jason do what needed to be done and didn't bother to ask stupid questions. Even though it looked like he wanted to do nothing else.
Brenda, Sonny and Stan stopped just inside the door, Isabella was no where to be seen, and Max and Johnny were busy trying to entertain Cameron. The guards gave their boss a wary look, but neither were willing to say anything.
"Max, Johnny, get over here?" Sonny said, his patience completely gone. Besides they knew he was not a man who liked waiting for anything, it was their job to protect and keep them informed and right now, he needed to be informed.
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He had spent the last three days in the dark recess of the basement. Surprisingly no one had found him, he had thought that at some point he might be discovered, but the wonderfulness of a secret room had assured he would not be caught.
He had planned on executing the plan earlier, but circumstances were not conductive. So he had waited, for him, the one thing he had always been able to count on, was his patience. It was when you got in a rush things started to go wrong.
So one night, when no one was home and no guards around, he had made his way down to the basement. On his first inspection he had found the small room, it looked like a panic room, but it was obvious it hadn't been thought of or used in a very long time. An old bed with moldy and moth eaten blanks, occupied one small section, the rest of the room was barren, which worked well for him.
There was nothing more that he could do, till the time was right, so he bided his time and when the call came through, he didn't bother wasting any time worrying about the consequences, he just did what he had to do.
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Jason followed Isabella up the stairs and into the main bathroom, his heart froze and his stomach lurched at the sight that greeted him.
"Have you phoned an ambulance?" Jason asked, not moving his eyes from his wife, who lay prone on the floor.
"Yes sir, Johnny called while I called you." Isabella said, retreating, trying to stay out of her employers way. "But sir, she wasn't the only reason I called you. Your wife, she told me to take Cameron to the park, I had planned on taking both boys, but she said she wanted a little alone time."
"And? What is so wrong with that?" Jason asked, his tone rebuking any hesitancy on her part.
"Sir, what I am trying to say, Alan, he is gone. When I returned, I found Mrs. Morgan in here, as she is. Then I wondered where Alan could be, I was worried, I asked Johnny to check around down stairs." Isabella said, twisting a small blue object dejectedly in her hands. Holding it out to her boss, she said, "Johnny, he found this by the back door. Alan had been playing with this when I left."
Jason noticed it right away, he took it from the nanny and held it tight to his chest. After all it was his favorite toy, the soft plush Giraffe was perfectly sized, it fit in his mouth ever so well. And since he started teething and using the giraffe's head like a teething ring, they had bought five or six of the things. This one you could tell had been well used already, the giraffe had no eyes left and all the soft fur was well matted.
The world felt like it had suddenly turned on its axis. Jason's legs gave out and unceremoniously spilled him to the tile. He crawled closer to Elizabeth, taking her cold hand in his. "Baby, baby, you need to wake up, you need to tell me what is going on."
Her eyelids fluttered but it seemed like she was losing an inner war, because just as quickly as they had opened, they fell closed.
Jason could hear the warble of the ambulances siren, he stared at the wall, almost as if he could see the vehicle. But the noise did nothing to reassure him and then the quick movement from beside him, drew his attention back to his wife, except where she had been was now empty. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened or where she had gone, he could hear her retching, one more thing that pained his heart.
He moved closer to her, he wanted nothing more than to ask her where their son was, but as his hands slid up and down her back, he couldn't force the words. Her body felt like it was trying to tear itself apart from the inside out.
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Max and Johnny looked at Sonny with a mixture of fear and, was that anger. "What in the He!! is going on here?" Sonny asked, clearly disconcerted over their lack of respect.
"Elizabeth, it looks like she passed out upstairs, and Alan…" Johnny began, but was suddenly unable to continue.
"Alan, I, we think he has been taken." Max finished.
Sonny looked at the two guards, now he understood why they looked like they were ready to cry and commit murder. Sonny wanted to do something or say something, but there was really nothing he could do at this moment. He needed to talk to Jason first, see if he knew anything else.
Brenda took Sonny's hand and blessedly said nothing. His grateful look was more than enough to express his gratitude. She placed a small kiss to the back of their entwined hands, then went over to Cameron. She wasn't going to be much help if Alan had been taken, but she could watch after Cam, it was the least she could do.
Spinelli had been holding firm to his silence, but he could bear it no longer. "Mr. Corinthos sir, do you think this could possibly have anything to do with what you and Stonecold had us looking for?"
Sonny eyes the young man for several long moments, for once the kid did not wilt under his calculating eye. 'Honestly, I don't know."
Spinelli looked at the older man, and seemed to come to an internal conclusion. Without saying another thing, he took the steps two and three at a time, his concern rising every minute he didn't have the facts.
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Jason's hand continued to move softly over her back, but he was almost positive she didn't feel it. A horrible feeling was beginning to well in the pit of his stomach. There was no logical reasoning behind this extended bad feeling, but it was there and growing more ferocious as the seconds ticked by.
"Elizabeth, honey. Are you okay?" Jason asked, trying to calm her but also trying to calm himself.
He heard the words issue forth from his mouth, but he didn't like the way they tasted in his mouth, they tasted almost sour, like he was trying to force his will on her.
And as the minutes ticked by and the silence of the room expanded, Jason felt like his own world was turning dark, like someone was slowly draining all the color out of his life.
He knew he should go downstairs and talk to the guards and Sonny, but he couldn't tear himself away from her, something was wrong, he felt it in his bones and whatever it was, he planned on being by her side, when she decided to speak. Trying once more, he said, "Elizabeth, please tell me you are okay, you have to be okay. I love you!"
Now that her stomach had settled somewhat, she slowly turned, her eyes falling at once on the man sitting protectively beside her. Suddenly feeling lost, it was almost as if she was being tossed on a turbulently sea, being pulled forward by a raging current, to only be pulled down. She couldn't remember anything and if the pain in the eyes of the man sitting beside her was any indication of what awaited her memory, right now, she would much prefer to not know. "Wh-Who are you?" Liz asked.
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Spinelli skidded to a halt outside the bathroom door, his heart jumped into his throat at the words spilling forth from the Keeper Of Stonecold's heart.
He wasn't sure if he should say anything, but once he had eye contact with Jason, he knew nothing needed to be said. Whatever was going on, was possibly going to have lasting ramifications. And the possibility of Stonecold's Keeper never returning to her glowing beautiful self, well something inside him broke.
Adults were normally contemptuous with him, paid him little attention or ignored him completely. He had that effect on most people, but Elizabeth in her kindness always made him feel welcomed and that was something that he would forever be grateful for.
Sam had put up with him, but had never really cared about him, Lulu seemed to put up with him, but only when it suited her. Jason and Elizabeth were like family, they had even been so kind as to allow him a bedroom in their house, should he ever need it.
And now when all the kindness they had bestowed upon him, could be reciprocated, he was without a clue as how to help.
Jason gave Spinelli one last look before gently taking his wife's hands in his. Whispering encouragingly to her.
Spinelli wasn't given the chance to ask if there was anything he could do, the paramedics were pushing him out of the way, so as to gain access to the injured person.
Within moments Elizabeth was on the stretched and being carried down the flight of stairs. Jason hovering a step behind. He looked to his friend and the people at his house, not thinking clearly but knowing he had to take some kind of charge, in a strangled voice he said, "Sonny, Brenda take Cameron to your place, he'll be safe there, keep him guarded at all times. Spinelli, find your way to the hospital, I will need to speak to you, after I know what is going on with Elizabeth.
Everyone nodded their head, no one would even consciously think about denying him at this time.
Just as the paramedics got Elizabeth situated, Jason turned to leave, there was no way he was not going to the hospital with his wife. He progress was hindered, Luke Spencer stood in the entrance way.
"Get out of my way Luke, you and I will be face one another at another time. My wife needs me." Jason said, gritting his teeth against the overwhelming desire to knock the older man's head off.
"Oh please, what has little Lizzie gotten her self into this time, does that girl not have the sense she was born with. I am sure this is all of her own making." Luke said.
Jason couldn't have stopped the turn of events even had he wished to do so. His hands fisted at his side, his anger bubbling to the front of his mind, his rage turning his vision red, every muscle in his body was preparing for a fight to the death, but a quick deliberate punch that flowed from his shoulder all the way down his arm and into his fist.
Luke was rocked so violently back by the punch, that it looked like he was pirouetting, and then about as graceful as a sack of spuds, he unceremoniously fell unconscious to the floor.
Jason didn't bother with a backwards glance, one he knew the man was down, he knew he could trust Sonny to take care of the problem Luke now presented.
Elizabeth had seen everything and in a somewhat shaky voice, once again asked, "Who are you?"
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A.N. Okay guys, I love all of you who have took the time to reply. But now is the time to let me know if this story should continue to be written or if it should even continue to be posted here. If you want more, speak up and let me know. Thanks…