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The Flame of Franco

What's Yours is Mine...

Jason and Spinelli were both quiet as they entered the Penthouse. It was the morning afterwards. They had just arrived back in Port Charles.

Spinelli walked passed Jason and immediately moved towards the couch. He didn't take him long to pull out his lap top from his bag and immediately begin to do a search. He was running a search on Sam's car. He had broken into her GPS system and was using that to track it's were abouts. They figured it had to be somewhere in town. Or so they were hoping. If Franco had not taken Sam to California. They figured they had stayed close to home. They just weren't sure where.

Jason let out a sigh as he threw his keys and wallet onto the desk and kicked the front door closed. He was exhausted both physically and emotionally. He was frustrated that Franco had once again swooped in from underneath him and caused all hell to break lose. He was also disappointed at himself that he had let this happened. That he should had protected Sam better from this bastard.

It had been two days now since Sam had gone missing and he still was at square one. He didn't know where Franco was or where Sam was for that matter. He knew that if Franco really wanted to play a game with him that he would have to wait until the artist made an appearance. But, he didn't have that kind of time, or patience for that matter to wait. He was determined to find Sam and bring her home. She deserved that much from him by this point. She had been through enough.

White hot rage suddenly blurred his vision as he slammed his hands down onto the desk in frustration. Where the hell where they?

He knew he had to turn to his last resource. He could no longer do this alone. Yes, he had Spinelli helping him. But that wasn't enough. He needed other's eyes on the situation. Last time, he had called him Lucky to help him.

Jason hated asking for help, especially from the police. But he had no other choice. So, he put his ego aside and speed dialled Lucky's number as he began to pace back and forth as he waited for the detective to answer.

"What do you mean Sam is missing?" asked Lucky as his hazel eyes stared on at Jason. Lucky had just arrived at the Penthouse, where Jason had explained everything to him. About going to California, the exhibit, the message on the wall.

Jason just glared at the detective seated across from him. Didn't he listen to a word he had just said. He had just explained how Sam was missing. "Sam is missing! Franco took her! I don't know where though. Like I said before. He left a message for me on the wall, Route 66. He had left the same message for me in a painting, entitled Sam. He was telling me to go to California...or so I thought. I don't know," Jason looked away from the other man at this and rubbed his face. "I just know is that Sam is missing and Franco took her and I need your help, Lucky to find her."

The detective just stared at the mobster for a pregnant pause before replying, "Are you sure that Franco has her here in Port Charles? Is there any where else that the artist could had taken her? Like another city where his art is showing at?" He was in all detective mode now. He knew that Jason wouldn't had called him if it wasn't serious.

"I don't know. I just assumed that since Franco wasn't in California, he was playing mind games with me like he always does, making me think one thing when really it's another thing...I just have a feeling now that Franco is hiding Sam right underneath my nose. That she is somewhere in Port Charles..." His voice trailed off as he suddenly looked away from the detective. He was suddenly overcome with emotion. The idea had never hit him that Franco could have Sam hiding somewhere else then Port Charles. He didn't know of any other places that Franco's work was showing at the moment beside here and LA. He had just had a feeling that Sam was close by like she had been last time the artist had taken her.

"Well, maybe you are right. Franco wouldn't want to make it easy for you to find her but I don't think he would go out of the state to do it. He would want to make sure that you would make an appearance. But just to be on the safe side, I will send out a missing person's report nation wide to all police departments across the country. Now you said that Franco took Sam's car?" Lucky had now pulled out his phone and was rapidly taking notes on it. His hazel eyes looking briefly up from the screen to Jason and back.

"Yes," breathed out Jason, once again turning his attention to the detective, "Sam had driven herself the previous night to Alexis's house for dinner. Sam was staying over for the night. She hadn't felt safe coming home, after what had happened earlier that day with Franco making an appearance at the office and such. She said she would return home in the morning. Alexis is the one who called me telling me that Sam was missing. That her car was gone. The psycho had broken in from the window. I assume that he either drove the car somewhere and hidden or had Sam driven somewhere. I have Spinelli trying to locate the car now, maybe we will be able to get a location of where she is..." His voice was soft and low as he spoke those last few words. He felt hopeless as he sat there talking to Lucky while Sam was out there somewhere in the hands of Franco. He was afraid that Franco would finally destroy her. That this time would be the last straw for her. That when, or if she did come back to him that she would be a different person completely. That this time would the be the final set back.

Lucky just looked on at the man sitting before him, choosing to ignore that information he had just heard of probably an illegal search and hacking job of finding the location of a car. Spinelli was one of the best computer hackers in the world. He was way better then the tech guys they had down at the PCPD, in his opinion. IF they wanted results, Spinelli was there best chance in locating the vehicle and hopefully getting one step closer to Sam. "Do you think that we need to get people out of town like last time? Do you think he will take another hostage?"

Jason just shrugged at this, the thought had crossed his mind before. But he found it very unlikely that Franco would take another hostage. He had already done that. Franco would change up his game this time. He wasn't sure what that would mean but he knew it wouldn't be good. "I don't think so. Whatever he has planned this time will be much worse then what he did last time. HE wants me. And he is using Sam, again to leer me in."

Lucky nodded his head in reply. Neither men spoke for a long time as Lucky continued to type away at his phone. "I guess that's all the information I need for now. I will be sending over a Forensic team though to swipe the room for possible evidence."

"Thanks for helping," spoke Jason towards Lucky as the two men stood up and Jason showed him the way out. "I know you have a new son and all to take care of at home."

"Don't worry about it. Sam and me may have ended on sour footing but she is still a good friend to me. I am glade you called me. I want to help and find her just as much as you do Jason," Lucky smiled slightly at Jason at this. "I will keep in touch and keep you updated on anything I can find."

"Same here," replied Jason as the two men parted ways. They were both on the same side for once, again.

"How are you doing with the GPS?" asked Jason on the phone. He was now speaking to Spinelli. Spinelli was at the office. When Lucky had arrived the computer genius had headed over to the office to continue his search.

Jason felt useless as he took a seat on the couch and ran a hand through his hair. He hated relying on anyone else like this. But there was nothing he could do at the moment. He didn't know where Franco was. The artist didn't have a studio here in Port Charles. Like last time, Franco had sent him a clue or a message. He hadn't sent anything to Jason yet. Unless you counted the message sprayed painted on the wall back at the Lake House. Route 66. But that hadn't lead to anything useful in finding Sam.

"The Jackal brings unfortunate news Stone Cold," spoke Spinelli, "I can not seem to get anything off of the GPS system in Sam's car. I will continue to try though but I don't think there will be any luck. I have come up with a second solution though. I have begin to hack into traffic cameras around the city in hopes that we can find a possible route that Franco would had taken."

"Okay," breathed out Jason, "Let me know if you find anything else." And with that he hung up the phone. His attention was then drawn towards the door where the mail was just being slid underneath it and into the room. He frowned slightly at this as he discarded his phone onto the coffee table and stood up. His heart beat picked up slightly as he made his way towards the pile of mail.

He had a feeling that there would be something in there instead of just the normal bills and junk mail. He had a feeling there would be something from Franco amongst it all. He took his time bending down and scooping the pile of mail into his hand. He then began to flip through it. It was mostly bills and junk as he threw each envelope one by one onto the desk. But it was the last one that caught his eye. It was a white cream envelope and was bigger then the standard white ones. It was square in shape. There was no return address on it. Just his name and address on it.

Jason stared down at his name written in cursive on the front of it before beginning to open it. He held his breath as he pulled out a white card of sorts. The front was covered in white lace. It looked to be an invitation. It looked vaguely familiar thought Jason to himself as he opened the card.

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.

William Shakespeare,"Measure for Measure", Act 5 scene 1

You are cordially invited to

celebrate in the union of

Samantha McCall

Robert Frank

On 28th of June, 2010

At Three o'clock

Queen of Angels Church

102 Wharf Street

Port Charles, New York

Jason's brow was set in a frown as he continued to stare at the words written on the paper. Hot white rage boiled up inside of him once again. He had not been expecting this. Just as he was about to crumble the invitation in his fist, he noticed there was a picture that had fallen out.

Bending down he picked it up. A cold shiver ran down his spine as his eyes fell onto the black and white photo in his hand. It was a picture of Sam seated in a wedding dress. Her eyes were half closed as she gazed out onto him. She looked like she had been drugged. But again it was hard to tell by the softness of the photo. It had been developed in an artisty way giving the photo an romantic softness to it. The photo reminder Jason of old black and white ones from the Victorian eras.

His hands were shaking as he continued to look at the picture. Franco had once again used Sam as his puppet to manipulate him.

It took him a few good moments before he had calmed himself down. He didn't want to lose control. He needed to stay focused just a little while longer. Placing the photo and invitation onto the desk, he walked back to where his cell phone lay on the coffee table. Quickly reaching for it, he once again dialled Lucky's number.

They had a possible location.

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Julie