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Chapter Fourteen

"Why do people keep talking about my penis?"

Ric was outraged. Everywhere thing he had set in motion was falling apart. He was happy that three out of the four were in jail cells, but the man he wanted most…was getting his fondest desires.

All of this had been so he could get Elizabeth back, so she could see Jason for the killer he was. Not loving him and having his baby. What could she possibly be thinking?

His thoughts were interrupted when Diane walked into his office.

"You do realize that in a day, two at most, Jason is going to walk out of here a free man. You screwed up in so many ways in this case that even if you had been standing beside him, if he pulled a trigger, he would never be convicted. Your vendetta is going to cost you everything."

"How do you figure all of that?"

"I could list the ways you have completely destroyed your own case but I think I will enjoy proverbially killing you in court, if this does ever reach court."

"You are an amoral bitch and the people you work for are the dregs of society, I can't wait until you get everything you have coming to you."

"Aww, Ric, aren't you cute. You and your itty bitty piss pump, resorts to name calling when you don't get your way. If you had an ounce of brains in the lump above your ass, you call a head; you'd know you would have to do so much more to bring Jason Morgan down."

"You bitch!" Ric screamed before wrapping his fingers around Diane's throat.

The darker the red haze of anger settled over him, the tighter his grip became.

"You…have…made…a…serious…mistake…" Diane wheezed with the last of her air.

His scream out outrage was suddenly changed when her stiletto heal crashed through the top of his foot.

"Bitch!" Ric shouted as he did a spry but angry little hop, skip and jump around his office. With his arms flailing about, he managed to land a particularly hard blow to her right shoulder and left side.

When he reached Diane, where she was bent over, trying to catch her breath, he grabbed her by her hair with one hand and with his other, slapped her as hard as he could.

He was just gearing up to strike her again, when a booming voice reverberated around his office.

"Put her down Ric or so help me God, you will feel my wrath." Mac said in a commanding voice.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

"Not at all, if you don't release her now, you are going to experience the joy of being aerated."

His fingers loosened slightly, but the command from his brain wasn't reaching his fingers.

He heard Mac's warning again and then felt first a burning heat and then the ache and deeper sting as the bullet passed through his right shoulder. He couldn't be certain, but he would swear that he could feel the bone shatter.

When he dropped to the ground, blood pulsing from the GSW with every beat of his heart, he realized he was losing consciousness, not because of the pain but the sight of the blood.

"You'll pay, if it is the last thing I do…" He said, before darkness claimed him completely.

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"Let's go Diane; you need to go to the hospital."

"I don't want to."

"While I find your plaintive tone adorable, you need to be checked out."

"I don't want to."

"Planning on stomping your foot? Or do you plan to threaten my manhood to get your way?"

"Neither, I was hoping to appeal to the man, but I see that won't be happening. What about our date?"

"If the doctor says it is safe for you to go home, I'll take you back to your place and lavish you with attention and whatever else the doctor deems worthy."

"You know, if you spoil me on the first date, how can you plan to top it for a second one?"

"Why Diane are you jumping to conclusions that there might actually be another date?"

"Absolutely, once you get a taste of this, you'll never want anyone else."

"Wow, talk about confidence."

"I have my moments but no more stalling, you need to be examined. Your voice is getting hoarser, the longer you talk and that bruise on your face…I'll grab the camera so we can take note of your injuries, so you can get started on your case against the corrupt and morally bankrupt D.A., how does that sound?"

"Getting to put that moron where he belongs, like icing on you." Diane replied with a salacious wink.

"Sit, don't move, I'll grab the camera as soon as I book the D.A. and then we can get going to the hospital. I'll have to call a medic in to deal with his injuries but that shouldn't take long."

"Sounds good, I'll just…rest here."

"You do that; don't want my date falling asleep on me."

Once Mac left with Ric, more manhandling him than helping him, Diane took a moment to just be.

She didn't want to admit it to anyone, but she was terrified for those few moments. She made sure she always project a strong and confident outer appearance but every once in a while that rough exterior cracked and her inner girl shined through.

"Miss Miller, Commissioner Scorpio asked me to come and take some photos while he is delayed with Ric."

Her less than composed shriek, echoed through the room.

"Damnit, you don't sneak up on someone who was viciously attacked!" Diane barked.

"Sorry Miss Miller, I should have knocked. Are you okay with me taking the photos?"

"Honestly, I would prefer Mac. He'll be taking me to the hospital soon, so…"

"I understand. I would prefer someone I am comfortable with as well, if I was ever in this situation."

"Exactly."

"Diane?"

"Mac…" Diane said, almost as if she could take a full breath now, but unable to get all her thoughts in a row.

"Mr. Scorpio, Miss Miller has expressed her desire for you to take the photos. If you need nothing else, I'll get back to work."

"Thank you Deputy Moorhead that will be all, I'll take care of everything else."

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When the deputy left, Mac turned back to Diane.

Seeing the look on Diane's face, he opened his arms. He had a brief moment to wonder if he was over-stepping some sort of bounds, but within his next breath, she was in his arms and holding on tightly.

"Do you want to take the pictures here or would you prefer to wait until we get you to the hospital?"

"Here…" Diane started, but the distinct quiver in her voice, prevented her from saying anything else.

"I've got you and that bastard won't lay another hand on anyone again."

When her arms tightened infinitesimally, Mac knew, this was bothering her more than she could or would say.

"Lets…can we just get this over with. I don't want to spend any longer in this office than I need to."

"I can understand that, let's get started. Where all did he hurt you?" Mac asked. His inner caveman wanted ten minutes alone with the ass who laid a single hand on her.

Shaken, but not too shaken to give him a saucy look when she slid her fingers on to the side zipper of her stylish, yet professional dress.

Mac's tongue practically rolled out of his mouth and sat up and begged, when the dress pooled at her feet.

She may be all business on the outside, but underneath…damn.

"Diane, my GOD, you…you are stunning with your clothes on, but that little number there…" He said, as he gestured to her bra and matching panties and G-string, "Are going to star in some of my most delicious fantasies for eons to come."

"I take it, you like the color green?"

"More so than I ever thought, you are positively stunning Diane, and your skin…you glow."

Mac would have continued to ogle her but he could see the goose bumps rising on her flesh. They could be from his heated look, but they could also be from the trauma she had suffered here.

"Here, let me get these photos done, then we can get you check out and then I am taking you home."

Slipping into his professional mindset, he prepared to take the photos. Mac snapped three dozen photos, making sure to get every bruise from every angle; he wouldn't mess this up and let that pompous ass get free on a technicality.

When he was done, he helped her dress, and then with infinitely tender hands, he grasped her face and kissed her till her knees went weak.

"Let's get you to the hospital."

XxXxX

"Elizabeth, this is Alan Quartermaine."

"Holy shit…"

"You know, I've been saying that a lot myself lately."

"Really, I can't imagine why?"

"Oh you know, my son's in jail, his pregnant 'love of his life' is out of state, my wife is in rehab and doing a woe is me act, when she didn't have all the facts, Mac Scorpio is being kind…"

"…Wow…"

"Yeah, so…want to explain to me why you never told us you were pregnant?"

"Honestly?"

"It is usually the best policy."

"It isn't any of your business. I am pregnant with your estranged son's child. If and or when I told you, would only be done so, after Jason and I talked at length about it. I know you all want him back in the family fold, but his child isn't the way to go about doing so. I doubt you invited your parents or extended family into your bed, so they could witness your children's creation, so you would or would not have been told, when and or if, we wanted to tell you."

"Wow, you aren't pulling any punches still, huh?"

"Why bother, the people who think they have a say in my life, obviously don't know or care about what I want and will only be looking out for themselves. What's the saying…"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."

"That is a very good way to look at it. Who said that?"

"Dr. Seuss." Elizabeth said with a laugh. He was a smart man."

"Indeed! So, to get back on track, the reason I am calling, Jason has asked me to ask you to come home. Seems he has had an epiphany of his own and wants to make right some wrongs. Although, I should warn you, he announced to the entire police department that you are his baby momma."

Elizabeth's laugh was rich and carefree, "Are you kidding me?"

"Not at all, a few people – what's the word you young people use – lost their shit, but Jason paid no never mind to them. If I recall properly, he has plans to woo you and…"

"Don't, he can tell me himself. Most of our problems stem from other people butting into our life and working their own agenda and while I believe you don't have one, right now, I want Jason and me to share everything firsthand, not through others."

"I completely understand. Is there anything you want me to tell him?"

"Yes, tell him I am coming home and he better be prepared to talk, that boy of yours likes to keep quiet, but it won't be flying this time."

"I'll be sure to tell him."

"Good, I guess I will be seeing you soon and Alan, I am sorry to hear about Monica, but perhaps she needs this time away to get her head on straight."

"I agree."

"Okay then, see you soon."

"Bye Alan." Elizabeth said.

Elizabeth shook her head, something was obviously happening in Port Charles and if she was honest, she couldn't wait to get back and stir more shit up. The town needed to get off its high horse and she felt like she was up to the task of bringing some of its citizens back down to earth.

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