Neither Jason nor Sam moved from their current position when Elizabeth walked through the door. Sam looked between them and couldn't help but roll her eyes. This woman obviously meant nothing to Jason, but she was either too stupid or too naïve to know it.

"I asked you a question Jason." She was whining and Jason was obviously getting severely annoyed.

"Why are you here Elizabeth?" Ahh, now she had a name to go with the face "And where did you get a key?" Jason was still on top of her and Sam was really beginning to wonder what was poking her in the thigh

"The door was unlocked, Jason."

"No it wasn't. You really think Jason would have left his door unlocked with what we were doing? God your stupid" In reality, Sam had locked the door after she had unlocked it to let herself in. No use telling her that though. Just to drill it home, she ran her hands down Jason's still sweaty chest until they rested low on his hips

Anger was evident in her eyes and Sam knew it was only a matter of time before she snapped. She turned her eyes from Sam to Jason and when she spoke, all hell would break loose.

"How much did she ask for Jason? I never really pegged you for a man who would hire a hooker" In that instant Sam threw Jason to the floor. He fell with a loud thump and Sam was in Elizabeth's face the next second.

"Who you callin' a hooker you bitch?!" She was furious now. She always had a short temper, but had learned how to control that while working a job. There was just something about this woman that blew her fuse.

"Well, if the boots fit" Elizabeth stated while glancing down at Sam's four inch tall, knee high, black leather boots. Rolling her eyes, she stared the woman down.

"I could kill you with these boots and make it look like an accident. I suggest you back the fuck off." Her eyes told the other woman that she wasn't making empty threats. Something told Elizabeth that this woman wouldn't hesitate in harming her.

"Jason! Are you just going to stand there and let your hooker threaten me?" Both women turn to watch Jason. He was standing by the couch, rubbing the back of his head. He was surprised with how much strength this small woman had. She had been able to effortlessly flip him and he had a headache coming on from how hard he hit the floor.

"What did I tell you about callin' me a hooker? Now I'm giving you one last chance to walk yourself out before I am forced to do it for you"

Elizabeth glanced between the two other people in the room, her face set like she was contemplating taking Sam on.

"Elizabeth, I think it's time for you to leave. I have business to discuss with…" He stopped short, realizing she never introduced herself. He had never given her a chance between her letting herself into his apartment and then him stripping her down in order to avoid Elizabeth.

"Friends call me Kujo" She gave Jason a quick glance and then her attention turned back to the other woman in the room.

"Wow Jason. You didn't even ask for her name before you basically jumped into bed with that skank. I thought you were better than that" That's it. All bets were off. Sam lunged forward, knocking Elizabeth to the ground.

The woman landed on her arm and screamed out in pain. Sam felt two strong arms around her waist, pulling her off of Elizabeth.

"Let me go Jason! This bitch deserves what is coming to her. I gave fair warning and she chose not to listen. "

"I don't care. There will be no murder happening in my penthouse." Sam watched as tears formed in Elizabeth's eyes from the pain and she couldn't help but smile at the awkward angle her wrist had taken. She stopped struggling against Jason and spoke.

"It's obvious that Jason wants nothing to do with your sorry ass. And if you want my opinion, and I've only known you for all of two minutes, you can't handle what he does for a living. You can't stand how he lives life on the edge. Now I have better things to do than stand here and take your shit." She paused, glancing back to look at Jason

"Put me down. I'm outta here. Places to go, People to see."

When her feet hit the ground, she immediately snatched her shirt off the floor, and went to stand in front of Elizabeth. Looking down on her, she shook her head and headed for the door.

"I'll be back later for my other things. If you're not here, you can bet your ass that I will find you. Remember, you owe me now" And with that, she exited the penthouse, shirt still hand. The only thing covering her upper body being her black lace bra.

When she was gone, Elizabeth turned her teary eyes to Jason.

"Call the police. I'm pressing charges against her" She was cradling her arm gently, getting to her feet to stand in front of him.

"No your not" Her eyes turned hard

"Oh yes I am, Jason. She assaulted me. She broke my wrist. She threatened my life. I am pressing charges and you can't stop me."

Jason took a step back and sat on his couch.

"And just how are you going to do that? You don't know her name, or her where she lives, or what she does. Something tells me that the police wouldn't even know where to start looking for her." His eyes held no emotion. He was dismissing her, she could tell.

"This isn't over Jason. Not by a long shot. I'm going to get my arm looked, but I will be back."

With that Elizabeth exited the penthouse, leaving the door wide open. Jason got up to close it and muttered sarcastically under his breath

"Great. Looking forward to that one" A quick roll of his eyes later and Jason had his door closed and locked. He was back to his workout wondering who the woman he knew as Kujo actually was.

She hadn't wanted to leave her belt at Jason's but she didn't have a choice. She didn't want his jealous wanna-be girlfriend knowing more about her than necessary. She figured that the woman was on her way to the hospital to get her arm looked at. Ten to one she was going to call the police and attempt to press charges. The problem with that being that the police could never find her unless she wanted to be found.

Everybody knew her as Kujo. Only a select few knew her by her birth name and she liked it that way. Sam liked her privacy. It was easier to do her job if she didn't have cops surveillancing her house 24/7. And this way, if the cops were to come after her, it was a very short list in finding out who blabbed. And each and every one of them knew the consequences that entailed.

She was half way home, checking her mirrors for a tail religiously. Her thoughts drifted back to Jason Morgan. For some reason, she had a feeling that he wasn't going to be as cooperative as he had promised to be earlier. Something told her that he was going to be trouble. If only she knew just what kind of trouble he was actually going to be.

She pulled into her driveway and made her way inside her home. She quickly changed into a simple pair of running sneakers along with her tight bike shorts and a skimpy tank top. Pushing Jason Morgan out of her mind, she once again exited her house. This time to catch yet another FTA wanted for sexual harassment. She made a note to stop at her office for her spare artillery. Best to be prepared.

He had been trying to get his work out in, but he found himself glancing at his closed coat closet. There sitting on the top shelf were his only clues this mystery woman. Walking over, he opened the door and pulled the belt down from the shelf.

He couldn't believe what he saw. It was like she actually was a member of the SWAT team or something. The belt contained two pairs of handcuffs, a rather large flashlight, a utility size can of pepper spray, a stun gun, a taser, lock picking tools, and an 8mm Baretta. She had a whole arsenal wrapped around her waist when she entered his apartment. Holding it now, he realized just how heavy the belt was.

This made him re-evaluate her small stature. She must work out. There was no other explanation as to how she could carry this belt around with her, or how she could have pushed him with such force. There was also how she broke Elizabeth's wrist without breaking a sweat.

He now found himself thinking about her work outs. How her body would look glistened with sweat. He had only seen her upper body, but what he had seen had him curious. Her stomach was flat, toned, and pure muscle. Her arms were strong, but not to the point where it looked unnatural. Her legs had been hidden beneath her jeans, but he could speculate with fair certainty that they were just as muscular as the rest of her body.

Thinking about what her legs might look like under her jeans, he couldn't help but think about how they might feel wrapped around his waist. [i]Shit[/i] he thought to himself. She was most likely looking to bring Sonny in, he had inadvertently offered his help, and now he was fantasizing about her. Not only that, but he now had Elizabeth on his back. What had his life come to?

Pondering the thought, he smiled. He knew exactly how he was going to handle the situation. She was hunting Sonny for profession reasons. Well, he was going to turn the tables and hunt her for more personal, sexual reasons.

Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.