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Chapter Six

Jason had been all over Port Charles, things were starting to come together, but there was one thing he needed to do before he could leave.

"Francis, you need to go and get Carly, she is still at the hotel, two doors down from Xavier's room. Make sure she goes home, she cannot be allowed to go anywhere near the coffee shop, actually, you shouldn't go there either. Before you say anything that will be nothing but insubordination, just do as you are told."

He didn't wait for a reply; he simply disconnected the call and moved on to the next part of his plan.

"J, I need you to get to Moonlight Fantasies Motel. I wouldn't ask this of you, but I need you to protect someone. She should still be in room 119, but when I tried to call, there was no answer. If she isn't there, find her."

"I don't know if this is a good idea."

"Yes, well, there are a lot of bad ideas going around lately. Just…protect her, with your life if necessary, please. I don't have a lot of people I can count on right now, bringing you back, obviously proves that."

"Obviously! I'll see what I can find."

"Thanks and just…be careful."

One more stop he decided and then he was getting the hell out of dodge. It seemed every street he took, had a cop patrolling it. Thankfully, he had used what little brains he had left and didn't go with the normal SUV, which he normally used. Instead, he took his new baby out. It was midnight blue, almost the exact color of Elizabeth's eyes and white racing stripes. It was a completely un-Jason Morgan type vehicle, but his1968 Shelby Cobra, was a thing of beauty.

Banging on the door, Jason was finding himself becoming more and more annoyed, the longer he had to wait.

His level of tension seemed to be climbing as the seconds ticked by.

"If you're looking for Xavier, you just missed him. He is on his way to New York City, something about a lead. Why are you here Jason?"

"Don't you think the better question would be why you wouldn't help me with Elizabeth?"

"Why, you said she was safe, am I not supposed to take you at your word?"

"Francis, I understand you are pissed but if Elizabeth isn't safe aren't you going to feel horrible for not trying to protect her?"

"Why should I? You are the egomaniac who left her alone."

"When this is all said and done, I'll be expecting an apology from you."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Morgan, I guess we will just have to wait and see."

Jason was about to respond but he'd had enough, arguing with a good friend, wasn't going to get him anywhere.

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Elizabeth was beginning to feel the effects from her head injury. The blood loss, although not a great deal, had depleted her energy enough. She needed fruit juice of some kind, or something to eat with some sugar in it.

If she was right, there were at least three, possibly four people, men, beyond her locked door. The voices sounded slightly familiar but it could also be her mind playing tricks on her. Being terrified for your unborn child, caused you to see and hear safety, possibly even when it wasn't there.

This had seemed like a much better plan, when she had first concocted it and that wasn't the first time she had thought that. Look where it had gotten her now. One day, she'd stop making stupid mistakes.

Screaming her fool head off, had not garnered her any favors. Her throat was scratchy, her voice nothing but a husky whisper now. Of course, the black eye didn't help matters. She had survived a wicked knock to the head, without a black eye, but thanks to some leather clad thug, who had shut her up in the quickest fashion, she could no longer lay claim to escaping without said black eye.

Perhaps it was a good thing she couldn't scream any longer. The headache that was threatening to become a full fledge migraine, seemed like it would be scream worthy.

Thankfully, thug #1, seemed to become annoyed with her confined state and had at last, freed her legs. Having her arms free would be better but she'd work with what she had.

She just had to stay strong. If she couldn't save herself, she was sure someone would come to her rescue, there were people who cared about her…she hoped.

'Stupid men and stupid plans and stupid women who love stupid men…' She thought to herself.

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Four hours later, Jason fishtailed into the parking lot of the motel. His heart felt like it had been residing in his throat for the last three and a half hours. Everything that could go wrong, seem to have done just that.

When he pushed the already open door all the way open, Jason's instincts screamed that he had fucked up.

Moving to the bathroom, to the last place he had seen Elizabeth, Jason moved slowly, his full attention on searching and cataloging. She wasn't here, looks like she had been gone for hours. A glint of light caught his eye and drew it to the bed.

Pulling the covers back and stripping the sheets to the bottom, he saw the hypodermic and how it had been placed in the mattress to conceal and hold it secure. A small amount of blood stained the mattress and the sheets.

Not seeing anything else untoward, he continued his steps towards the bathroom. The harsh light made the drying blood look worse. His gut knew she wasn't dead, but his heart and mind were finding it hard to agree.

The annoying ringing of his phone was almost more than he could take.

"What?"

"Jason, I hear you stopped by my hotel room. I thought we agreed that we would meet at our agreed on time."

"I did and we did agree, Xavier, but I didn't see the harm in trying to renegotiate, face to face." His tone was icy and his mood not much better. He didn't have time to shoot the shit, he needed to find Elizabeth.

"Are you so…corrupted, that you would try to renege on our agreement?"

"There was no reneging; I was simply trying to make a bad situation, less…bad. What difference does it make; you are in my territory and conducting questionable deals. You should have scheduled a meeting long before this."

"Yes, I should have but the fact remains, why would I willingly meet with people who are so morally bankrupt? I may not be a white hat, but I am far from the black hat, you and your…associate painted me."

When the hair on the back of his neck began to rise, he moved with quick precision. Placing the weight on his front leg and rising to his toes on the back, he swiveled with cat-like grace, shifting from standing into a low crouch. His right hand was steady and held the now freed gun from the back of his pants, the other steadying his weight and concealing the phone.

Before he even raised his eyes, he was speaking. "If you had anything to do with this, you won't survive this betrayal."

Hearing the click of more than one gun's safety coming off and being cocked, almost in tandem, Jason realized he was a fool for walking in there unprepared.

"Marco, what do you think will happen? You take me out and then what, you and Elizabeth live happily ever after?"

"Don't say her name, don't even think about her. Drop your gun and get on your stomach."

"And if I don't?"

"Then your death will happen sooner rather than later. I thought I'd be kind and take you to her, so you could say your goodbyes. My boss, he wants to talk to you, so I'll do you a courtesy, let you see her, before you don't see anything again."

Weighing the pros and cons to doing what he was told, against not doing it, Jason slowly dropped his gun to the floor, nudging the piece with his toe when he was fully standing.

"Then take me to her. You better hope she is in good health, or else."

"Or else what? You are surrounded by men you thought loyal to you, you don't have a leg to stand on."

"Just get on with this Marco, whatever games you are hoping to play, are of little consequence to me."

"Doubt you'd be saying that, if you knew how deep this dissension is. Fear not, before your end comes, albeit painfully, you will see what your loyalty and stupidity has cost you."

"Good, great, let's go.

Jason knew he didn't have a lot of options, but getting to see Elizabeth, even if it was only for a moment, it would be enough to soothe his soul. If they screwed up and put them together…then that would be their downfall, he hoped. Being taken to her would save him the time it would take to find her on his own.

It was time to plan and it had to be one hell of a plan.

Not only was Elizabeth's and their unborn child's life hanging in the balance, but so was his. He may be an idiot more often than not, but it was time to follow his instincts, they had never, EVER led him wrong.

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