A/N: OMG – I swear the muse is so super pissed at TIIC, it's almost impossible to coax anything out of her these days! I still simply refuse to watch them desecrate Elizabeth's character! I'm so upset about them actually having her switch the test out – it really pisses me off that they did that! I am curious to see if Sean Kanan is coming in to replace Steve as Jason – I think that he is the only person that I can actually see that would fit as a replacement for Steve. Although, I'm really hoping that they don't replace Steve and that they leave it open for Steve to come back at a later date (if the show is still on at a later date!). OK…on with the story!

Chapter Thirty-Six

Elizabeth woke to the light knock on the door, "Come in."

Robin opens the door to find Jason and Elizabeth curled up in each other, "Hey, did you guys get some sleep?"

"Yeah, it would seem so," Jason's gravelly sleep voice said.

"Okay, I just wanted to let you know where I am on the testing."

"Have you found anything from Jason's that was tampered with?"

"Yeah, a couple of things, actually. Whoever's doing this is pretty smart. They did mix the scopolamine with the aspirin, but they also put it in with one of the vitamins, the Vitamin A from the GNC store. The person that's done this would know that you won't be taking either pill every day, and there are only trace amounts in each of the bottles. Not enough to make you a complete zombie, just enough for you to be open to the occasional suggestion. Do you always buy the pills from the same store, and then keep them in the same place in your penthouse, Jason?"

"Yeah, I usually just get the Bayer aspirin from wherever and the Vitamin A from the GNC store. Why would that matter?"

"I would guess because you would notice a difference if you just grabbed whatever brand of each and not the same specific brand every time. Those types of pills tend to leave a dusting behind, so you wouldn't notice anything different, then say if you got a drugstore brand of Vitamin A, it might be a different color and the powdered scopolamine would stand out."

"Wow, somebody has gone to a lot of trouble to try and drug you, Jase. Who would do that? Why would they do that?"

"That's the sixty-four thousand dollar question, isn't it?" Jason responded drily. "Can you tell how long I've been given this stuff?"

"I'll have to do some more blood work and take a sample of your hair for some more testing, but right now, my best guess from the levels in your system, it would be at least four years."

"2002? Oh my God, Robin, you've got to be kidding me?"

"I really wish I was. The bad thing is, we didn't have access to the equipment to test for scopolamine when I treated you back in 2005, otherwise, I would have found it then. I'm really sorry, Jason."

"Robin, it's not your fault, you found it now, and I know that I have to start looking at the people close to me for the answer. It's a very small pool of suspects, and I really don't like the thought that someone I consider family would do this to me, or for what purpose."

"I'll do my best to help you get to the bottom of this, okay?" the young doctor stated. "For now, let me just get those samples, and I'll get back to the lab."

Nodding his head in agreement, Jason allows Robin to take the samples she needs. "Hey, Robin, don't spend all night in the lab. The tests can wait a couple of days. I've gone this long without knowing, another couple of days won't hurt. Besides, you need to rest, too."

Smiling at the couple, she nods and leaves them to their thoughts and each other. Knowing that Jason was going to have a hard time dealing with someone close to him drugging him, for whatever reason, so she would get some rest, but, she would do it while she was getting answers for her friends. Robin can only hope and pray that it is not Sonny that has done this to Jason. She will never forgive herself if it turns out to be him, since she is the one who introduced the two to begin with. Plus, she can't reconcile this monster with the man she has known since she was in love with Stone all those years ago.

Left alone in the hospital room, Jason could only lay there and stare at the ceiling. He honestly couldn't imagine anyone that he knew that would drug him for some hidden agenda. What that agenda was, well, he supposed that would just be discovered when he found out who the culprit was. There were only three people, aside from the guards, that he could think of that had had constant access to his home in the last four years. Immediately ruling out his sister, which narrowed the suspect pool to two. Ironically, his two "best friends". The only other scenario he could come up with was his ex-wife had started it, Sam found out about it, and picked up where she left off. Both of those options had his anger boiling.

Leaving Jason to his thoughts for a few minutes, Elizabeth lay curled in his arms. She hoped that he wouldn't push her away while he tried to process all that Robin had told them. She was so angry at whoever had done this to him. Shaking her head, she could think of a couple people that wouldn't mind controlling Jason, but she can't imagine that they would go so far as to drug him to do it.

"What?" he asks.

"Huh?"

"You were shaking your head no. Why?"

"I'm probably thinking the same thing you are. And I can't imagine anyone you know that would want to drug you. It just doesn't make sense to me."

"My guess is that it won't make sense to us. I think that it will only make sense to the person who has done this to me." He lay quietly for a few minutes before his hand curled into a fist and he hit the bed, as hard as he could. He was angry!

Understanding that he was angry, and he had every right to be, Elizabeth tried to soothe him as best she could. Although, she had a feeling as to whom his thoughts were leading him, and completely understood his anger. But, getting this angry while his head was already hurting badly was not going to help him right now. He wouldn't really been able to think clearly with the headache she knew that he had. So, she curled as tightly into him as her expanding belly would allow. She hoped that being able to feel their baby would help him calm down. As if on cue, the fluttering in her belly began. Jason stilled immediately.

"What…what was that?"

"That, Mr. Morgan, is your baby. My guess is that he's saying 'Hello' and he's hoping that his daddy will calm down until he can find the answers to all his questions."

"Wow. What does that feel like for you?" he asked, fascinated.

"A bit like belly gas, I suppose. It's like a fluttering that just runs across my stomach. He's got a lot of room in there right now, so he's making use of it."

Unclenching his fist, he hesitantly moves his hand towards her slightly protruding stomach. "It's okay, Jason. Here," she says, lifting up her shirt to just under her breasts. Grabbing his hand she flattens it against the skin, so that he can get a better feel of his child. Again, the fluttering starts, and Jason's eyes widen in amazement at feeling his child for the first time. Slowly sliding his hand around on her silken skin, the amazement turns rapidly into desire. Elizabeth sees the darkening of his eyes as his lips descend upon hers in a hungry kiss. Tongues, once again, dueling for dominance, they kiss until neither can breathe and they give in to the demand for air.

Taking deep, ragged breaths, "Ja…..Jason."

"Shhhhhhh…..I know. It's not the right time or place for this. I just…..I couldn't help myself. It reminded me so much of the first night we made love."

"The first night? Care to tell me when there have been others that I have missed?"

He had forgotten for a moment that she didn't recall their other life together, he quickly recovers, "It's a given that I want to make love to you again. I'm hoping that you want the same. Which means there will be a second, third, fourth…..are you seeing a pattern here?"

Laughing at his almost boyish exuberance, "Yes, I do want the same. I want to make love to you again and again….just not in a hospital bed. If you can't control yourself, then I'm just going to have to stay on the other side of the room," she teased him.

Hugging her close to him, "No way, I've got you, and I'm not letting you go…..ever again."

Smiling at him, she laid her head back on his shoulder to wait things out. Encouraging him to relax, she slowly rubbed her hand up and down his chest in a soothing motion. Finally, after about half an hour, she had coaxed him into a light sleep.