Sorry this next chapter has taken so long to post. With the start of a new semester and harder classes I have been inendated with homework and haven't had the time to write. I hope to update regularly now that the semester is dying down. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please leave reviews, I love hearing from anyone who is willing to ready my stories.

Chapter 4

It had been three long years since that monster Jason Morgan dumped his limp body into the Port Charles harbor. Morgan presuming he was dead didn't think to weight his body down, good for him bad for Morgan. Just half a mile of shore he had been picked up by one of his own boats and quietly whisked away in the dead of the night. He had spent the last three getting everything in order so that he could cause the most amount of damage to Jason Morgan's life.

Spinelli sat in frustration staring at the computer screen. Carly had come to him a week ago with what would normally have been a simple request. Hack into the cellular company network, find the incoming call registry and back track the number from there. Simple, but for some reason he was coming up empty handed. Even disposable cell phones could be tracked to an extent. This wasn't a disposable and he still was not able to figure anything out. Whoever this was knew what they were doing, or could pay someone who knew, there number was staring at him, taunting him. For some reason the numbers seemed familiar, 555-2119, but what was is, why was it not revealing itself?

Determined to figure this out Spinelli picked up his phone and dialed an old friend, well they used to be friends, ready to collect on some old debt. The phone rang once, twice, three times before the voice on the other end answered.

"Hello," the voice was timid, questioning in its tone, not knowing who was on the other end.

"Mustela it's the Jackal, I need a favor."

"On no, I'm not getting involved."

"You owe me, remember…" but before Spinelli could finish he was interrupted by the stammering young man.

"Ok, fine, but once it's done I don't want to hear from you again."

"Good, I need any information you can get me on a phone number."

"That's it!" and he laughed wondering why Spinelli would need his help for a phone trace.

"I wouldn't have called you if this was easy. I've emailed you all the information I have and I need an answer as soon as possible."

"Fine" and he hung up.

Just as Spinelli hung up the phone and closed his computer there was a knock at the door. He got up and walked to the door wondering who would be at his apartment at such a late hour. Even Carly wasn't this inconsiderate. As he opened the door he didn't even have time to look at the face before a large meaty fist punched him in the nose. The blood begun to run down his face and he was seeing stars, as he tried to regain his composure two more men grabbed him by the arms and dragged him out of the hallway, just as he was about to ask who they were he was punched in the face one more time. His face went black and all was quiet.

By the time Spinelli had regained consciousness his head was pounding, his vision was blurry, and there was an intense ringing in his ears.

He was in a small room much like a prison isolation cell. There was a small cot, a toilet, a sink, and the only light coming in was from a small slit in the door where food could be passed through.

He had no idea how long he had been out but judging by the dried blood on his face and shirt it had been quite some time. What was even more important was why he was here. Neither Sonny nor Jason had had him do any illegal work lately and there weren't involved in any mob wars at the times so tit couldn't have anything to do with them. It wasn't likely that Carly's problem was anything this serious, they were just silent phone calls, or maybe it did. It was odd that he hadn't been able to figure anything out. In his current predicament if Mustela did find anything out he wouldn't be able to contact him. This was quite the predicament.

It had been almost a week without any odd phone calls. Maybe it was over, Carly thought to herself hoping that it was. She hadn't even mentioned it to Jax. He would have flipped, he was often over protective and it drove her crazy, but it was understandable given her sordid past.

Carly was on her way home from work at the metrocourt when one phone call would change everything. Jocelyn her young daughter was asleep in the back seat when her phone started to ring. It took her a few seconds to find the phone in her purse so she opted to pull over. As she picked up the phone she saw the number, 555-2119. She shuddered as she picked up the phone.

"Hello"

"Hello Carly," a low voice said.

"Who is this?"

"I think you know."

"Who the hell are you and why do you keep calling me?" She demanded still unsure of who the man was or what it was that he wanted with her.

"Think about it Carly. It's been too long. I look forward to seeing you." And with that the man hung up the phone and all Carly could hear was silence.

Carly sat there. Shocked, not sure what to think. She looked back instinctively at her daughter who was till fast asleep in the back seat. What did he mean by its been to long? She didn't even recognize the man's voice. Carly picked the phone back up and looked at the call history. Yes it had been the same number what who wait and why? She wasn't sure what to do she dialed Spinelli hoping that he had come to some conclusion about who this was that was calling her. The phone kept ringing but there was not answer only voice mail. She didn't bother leaving a message. Whether Spinelli had found anything out or not she would have to tell Jax, it was past the point of ignoring the calls. If nothing else she would at least have to call Jason and ask for his help, but he was still pretty pissed off at her so maybe he wouldn't care.

Carly slowly opened the door hoping that Jax would already be in bed so that she could wait until tomorrow to talk to him but he was still up. She slowly walked into the living room still carrying Jocelyn.

"Carly what's wrong?" Jax asked. He could see the worry on her face and she could hear the anguish in her voice.

"Let me take Jocelyn upstairs and then we can talk." And with that she walked up the stairs. Jax continued to stare at her as she left the room, completely forgetting the work he had been focused on.

As Carly came down the stairs ten minutes later she still looked worried.

"Jax there is something I need to tell you."

"What is it, is there something wrong with the kids?"

"No they're fine, It's just…" Carly trailed off and crossed the room still unsure of how to tell Jax about the phone calls and that they had been happening for quite some time already. They had a rocky marriage and keeping secrets was what always brought them down. This was definitely going to be hard.

"Carly just tell me."

"Ok, For a while now I've been getting weird phone calls." She said

"What do you mean?" This statement had been too much for Jax to handle had got up from his desk and was now pacing through the living room. Their area rug already had a track run in it from all the pacing he had done in the past.

"It might not be a big deal but the same number has been calling me but when I pick up there isn't anyone on the other end." She said still unsure if she should tell Jax about the man on the phone today. It would probably scare him more than was necessary.

"Carly I don't like the sound of this, I'm calling the police." Jax turned back to the desk and picked up the phone he was about to dial the phone when Carly stopped him.

"Wait, Jax its probably nothing. We don't need to involve the police, it's probably just a wrong number." She got up from the couch and walked up behind Jax and placer her hands on his shoulders. Slowly Jax put down the phone trusting that his wife knew what she was talking about. Deep down he thought he should call the police but Carly had an extreme aversion to the police and upsetting her even more would just make the situation worse.

"Fine I won't call but if you get one more call I am calling. I'll respect your judgment for now but Carly I don't want anything to happen to you." He leaned down and kissed her.

"It's not that big of a deal, I'm sure it's nothing, I just thought you should know." She said and with that the conversation was over and they retired for the evening. Carly still wasn't sure why she hadn't told Jax about the last call. She still felt uneasy about the call but there was something off about the man, he didn't seem similar, he almost seemed familiar. But that was impossible, Carly shook the thought from her head and hoped that it would all just go away.