02
Elizabeth groaned as the sound of her doorbell rang through her tiny studio apartment. It was on the docks, in a bit of a shady neighborhood, but it was perfect for her needs. The light was great for when she wanted to paint, and the location was right smack in the middle of the majority of the shady business that occurred in Port Charles. So whenever Elizabeth had to investigate something on the wrong side of the tracks, all she had to do was look out her window.
She flipped the soft caramel comforter off of her body and sat up, her bare feet hitting the wood floors. She shivered; the floor was especially cool that night. Her super hadn't fixed the heat yet. Thank God for the baggy flannel pajamas that was keeping her from freezing to death. Grabbing her robe from a chair, she passed the Japanese style screens that enclosed her bed and headed towards the door. Peaking through the tiny hole in the top of the aging wood, she groaned and pulled the chain down and away.
"Whatever in the hell brings you here, make it fast or get the hell out."
Lucky strode in, his grin huge as he noticed her garments. "Nice PJs Lizziekins. Entertaining the Pope now?"
Elizabeth slammed the door shut and spun around, glaring at her partner. "For your information, flannel is very comfortable when you have no heat in your apartment! And further more, why does it matter to you what I'm wearing?!" She expelled an angry breath and began to tap her foot against the floor.
"Oh sugar lips, calm down. I'm not here simply to leer at you in your pony patterned flannel." Lucky eyed her and licked his lips. "Though it is quite scintillating."
Elizabeth groaned and smacked him in the head as she plopped onto the couch and eyed him warily. "If you're not here to sexually harass me, why are you here?"
"I've got a break in our lovely Ms. McCall's case."
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me! That bitch sat in the office for TWO HOURS Lucky, moaning about her long lost adopted mother, the wicked witch from the west. And then it turns out, not only is Alexis Davis not her mother, but she's filed a restraining order against the crazy whore! How could there be a break?"
Lucky blinked at her. "Uh… I found her real mother?"
Elizabeth groaned again, and slapped her hand against her forehead. "Oh for Pete's sake…"
"Who's Pete?"
If looks could kill, Lucky would have been six feet under.
"Lucky. It is some un-Godly time in the morning. You have a break in a case that I could give two shits about. A case that you promised me would go away after she broke my favorite coffee mug in her fucking crazy ass rage. And now you sit before me, giving sarcastic comments?"
"Yep."
"You know, no one would hear your screams if I killed you."
Lucky grinned. "Aw, you won't kill me Lizbit. I didn't come here for Trampy McCallGirl's case anyway."
Elizabeth's eye twitched.
"You didn't?"
"Nope, we have a break in a different case. You just looked so adorable, and I knew that you had just had a ball with Ms. McCall, that I couldn't help but poke a little fun at you."
Lucky never saw the pillow come at him until it smacked him square in the mouth.
Elizabeth groaned as she rolled her neck. After Lucky's escapade the night before, she hadn't been able to get back to bed. Resigned to her fate, she came in early the next morning determined to look over the new details of the case.
Skye Chandler had been thrown for a loop when her mother Rae Cummings had told her that Alan Quartermaine was not her father. Ever since then, she had made it her mission to find out who her father was. She had come to them three months ago, after a recommendation by her then-boyfriend Luke Spencer. While Elizabeth didn't really approve of Luke's dalliances, she did approve of his sending them clients.
Especially ones that paid as well as Skye did.
And apparently, there was now a break in the case. Rae Cummings had disappeared with her lover Jim Sykes while on a worldwide cruise and nobody had seen or heard from her since. But now it appeared that one of their guys in Barcelona had noticed a woman matching Cummings' description leaving a boutique.
All it took was some waiting, and maybe they could corner the woman and get her to fess up on who was Chandler's father.
"Why hello Miss Webber."
The hair on Elizabeth's neck rose at the sound of Jason Morgan's impossibly smug voice. She froze in her chair and kept her eyes glued to the file.
"Hello Mr. Morgan."
She looked up and flashed her standard secretary smile while closing the file and placing it in her top drawer. Sliding her glasses back on, she picked up a pencil.
"What can I do for you? Mr. Spencer isn't in at the moment."
Jason's face spread in a slow lazy smile that warmed her from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair.
"I'm not here to see Spencer. I'm here to see you."
Caught off guard, Elizabeth bit down extra hard on her bottom lip and winced when she tasted the cool metallic tang of blood.
"Me?" Her voice sounded unsure, and she mentally cursed herself for coming undone so quickly around the suave detective.
"Yes. I have a question to ask you." He stalked like a panther up to her desk and leaned forward; placing his hands on the surface and smiling like a predator that has caught his prey.
Elizabeth tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn't help but stare at him. It was like looking into the sun. You knew you were going to hurt your eyes, but damn was it pretty.
"Yes Mr. Morgan?"
"Where do you send Spencer's dry-cleaning?"
Elizabeth blinked.
"What?"
Jason smiled and tilted his head slightly to the side. "Spencer's dry-cleaning. My normal place is closed now and I need a new place to go. I figured since you're Spencer's secretary, you take care of all those womanly tasks for him since he can't keep a woman."
Inwardly, Elizabeth fumed. 'Why that no-good, rotten, smarmy, egotistical son of a bitch…' Outwardly, she beamed up at him and gave him her best vacant expression.
"Why, I send all of Mr. Spencer's stuff to Basi's Cleaners down on 32nd Street. They're quite efficient." Getting up from behind the desk, she smoothed down the navy material of her skirt and picked up a file. Walking over to Lucky's office, she went in and placed the file on his desk.
"Now, is there anything else I can help you with? Or shouldn't you be at your own office working on your own cases?" She clasped her hands in front of her and rocked back on her heels. "Unless you're caught in a bind again and need Mr. Spencer's advice, like always."
Jason's eyes narrowed slightly and his smile seemed a little bit forced as he directed it towards her. "Of course not. Spencer's the one always needing my help."
Elizabeth smiled daintily and sat back down behind her desk. "That's not what Mr. Spencer tells me." Her voice had a sing-song quality as she looked back up and caught his gaze.
Jason glowered at her as he leaned forward and entered her personal space. The alarms were going off in Elizabeth's head as she locked eyes with him, and felt herself be surrounded by his masculine scent.
"I could run rings around Spencer any day. The day Lucky Spencer gets one over me is the day the world comes to an end."
All Elizabeth could see were his lips just inches from her own. If he weren't so damn smug and sanctimonious, she would throw him on her desk right now and have her way with him. After telling him that she was the real brains behind this operation and could kick his ass in being a detective any day, of course.
Before she could retort, another voice broke through the tension enveloping the two.
"Morgan, what the hell are you doing here, and why are you harassing Miss Webber?"
Jason drew back from Elizabeth's desk and looked at Lucky, who was standing in the doorway of the office glowering at him.
"No offense Spencer. The lady tried to say that you were better than me, and I was just trying to prove to her how wrong she was."
Lucky looked past Jason and caught eyes with Elizabeth.
"You okay Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth nodded and ran a hand through her hair, settling it back into its regular hairstyle. "I'm fine Mr. Spencer."
"Then I suggest you leave Morgan."
Jason smirked and backed off, his hands held in front of him. "No worries Spencer, I was just leaving." As he began to turn, he looked back at Elizabeth. "See you later Miss Webber."
Elizabeth scowled at his retreating back as Lucky came into the room. 'Not if I see you first Morgan. Not if I see you first.'