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Friday, September 27, 2024

Bobbie’s Diner: Kitchen

Danny set the plastic tub of dishes on the counter with a grunt, and made a face at Carly standing by the walk-in freezer, making notes on a clipboard. “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do? This is disgusting.”

“Everyone starts as a bus boy,” Carly said not even lifting her eyes. “Even Joss.”

“Ugh.” Danny unloaded the dishes into the dishwasher, then rinsed the rub. “Don’t you, like, own a huge hotel? You don’t have to baby sit me here.”

“I had to run inventory anyway, and, from what I’ve heard—” Carly finally looked at him, smirked. “You could use some supervision. I told your dad I’d keep you out of trouble and I owe him more than I ever repay, so—”

“He was gone two years because of you,” Danny interrupted flatly, and Carly closed her mouth. “You’re the reason the FBI forced him into that deal. My mom told me.”

Carly didn’t respond right away, and Danny shifted his weight slightly. He hadn’t meant to say anything — hadn’t really known he was going to bring it up at all. But it was out of his mouth now, and in the world, so there really wasn’t anything he could do about it.

She laid the clipboard down on the shelf, carefully capping the pen she’d used, then looked at him, her eyes calm and steady. “There’s truth in that statement. I made a mistake, and the FBI used that as leverage against your father. I didn’t ask him to. I didn’t know he had done it. Like you, Danny, I thought Jason was dead, too. And when I found out what he’d done, I was furious. He had no right to do that to all of us. Did your mother tell you that part? That she was the one to tell me?”

Danny pressed his lips together, dropped his eyes. “No,” he muttered.

“No, because that doesn’t serve her narrative. You should know that by now. Sam never tells the full story. Not when it does serve the one she made up in her head.” Carly tipped her head. “Your father and I have known each other for a long time, and he’s always been someone I can to turn to. Someone I can depend on, almost without question. Even when I’ve done something that might be unforgivable, Jason never turned his back on me. It’s a gift to have someone like that in your life. But it’s also a responsibility to have someone who loves you like that. I didn’t respect it. And I abused it. And somewhere along the line, Jason decided it was his job—his responsibility to save me. To save my kids. He shouldn’t have taken the deal, Danny. He knows that.”

She waited, and when Danny said nothing, she continued. “But he would have done it for anyone he loved it. He put himself on the line over and over again for the people around him. For me, for Sonny, our children. For your mother. For Elizabeth. And all of us abused that relationship at some point.” Carly sighed. “I can’t go back and be a better friend to your dad, Danny. I wish I could. But all I can do is be one today. He asked me to keep an eye on you, and that’s what I’m going to do. Table 3 needs to be cleared.”

Highway 481

There was nothing but road stretched ahead of them, trees bordering the two lane highway, with a patch of grass separating the north and south routes. It was now the third time Elizabeth had taken this drive towards Syracuse — and one she would need to repeat every Friday until this nightmare was over.

“I’m trying not to think about what they find at the Quartermaines,” Elizabeth said, breaking the silence she and Jason had fallen into when they’d left the city limits of Port Charles. “Diane doesn’t think we have to worry about Tuesday, but—” She sighed, looked back out the window. “It’s hard not to.”

“If Diane thought there was a real risk they’d move to vacate your bail—” Jason’s fingers tightened reflexively on the wheel. “She’d tell us.”

“Would she? She’s spent all this time telling us both not to think about this. To let her and Spinelli work, and I’m trying. I am. But—”

“You’re not a flight risk. The same reasons they gave you bail still stand. And Diane said — they wanted you out here so they could get at me—”

“But they’re not getting anything from you,” Elizabeth interrupted, and he sighed. “That only works if there’s something to know. We know nothing. I don’t even know where Spinelli is getting his information.  Or if he knows everything. What if they found something else-”

“What else can they find? You didn’t do it.”

“That doesn’t seem to make a difference so far. All the evidence points right at me,” Elizabeth retorted. “I’m even the height of the shooter—”

“You have an alibi.”

Elizabeth let her head fall back against the seat, and closed her eyes. “People with alibis get convicted all the time. I just…I’m sorry. Ever since we talked to Spinelli, I feel like this—” Her throat felt tight, and she had to force the words. “I feel like there’s this weight on me, like I’m choking, and if I have to back to that jail—I can’t decide if the isolation is better or worse than being with everyone else.”

Jason didn’t respond, but she felt the SUV pick up speed, and she looked over, saw the tension in his expression. “I’m sorry. This is the worst time to have this conversation. I shouldn’t have said anything—”

“No, it’s—” Jason glanced at her quickly before focusing back on the road. “You get to feel however you feel. I’m not telling you how to feel. I just—you’re right. Reynolds put you into federal custody to put pressure on me and the boys, thinking that would make you flip. And they’re not getting what they want having me under surveillance. I’m not working for Sonny, so I can’t offer them anything.”

“They might think it’s worth going back to their first plan. Making me so miserable that I’ll turn state’s witness.” Elizabeth dragged a hand through her hair. “I know trusting Diane is the right thing to do. But I hate not being able to do anything to get myself out of this. And I know this is probably driving you insane, too.” A smile flitted on her face as she studied his profile. “You’re probably itching for someone to punch.”

But Jason didn’t seem to be in the mood to be teased. “I’m going to find a way to make all of this go away, I promise.”

She didn’t have the heart to remind him that it wasn’t something he could control. So she settled for reaching over, laying a hand over one of his on the steering wheel. He released the wheel, brought her hand to his mouth, and kissed the inside of her palm.

“In a few hours, we’ll be done in Syracuse and picking Cam up at the airport,” he reminded her. “And we can go back to ignoring all of this.”

“Sounds like a great plan.”

Penthouse: Living Room

“Hey, stranger,” Molly greeted, breezing past her sister to drop a brown paper bag on the coffee table. “I brought some lunch.”

Sam closed the door and tried to smile. “Found some time in your busy schedule? Aren’t you supposed to be fighting the U.S. government?”

Molly looked down, then sighed. “Well, not anymore. I…recused myself from the case.”

Sam frowned, tilted her head. “What? Why?” Then she grimaced. “Because of me, right? What happened last week? The same reason Dante pulled out.”

“Partly,” Molly said. She folded her arms. “Honestly, none of us were really the best choices to take on this case. We’re all related to the witnesses in the case, and no matter how hard we tried to keep it clean, it was always an issue. But no one was willing to fight—now Robert’s ready to step up, and Chase has the most distance.”

“I guess. It’s not like you to walk away from a fight,” Sam said, sitting on the sofa and reaching for the bag.

“It’s more important that justice gets done than for me to be the one to do it. I trust Robert.” Molly sat next to her sister. “And I feel awful that I haven’t been here for you.”

“Not much you could have done,” Sam said, peeling off the lid from her salad. “Wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Maybe. But I just—I’ve been avoiding being anywhere Kristina is, and she’s been..glued to your side for the last week.” Molly avoided Sam’s gaze, busied herself with ripping a corner from the packet of salad dressing and drizzling it over her own salad. “Mom promised to keep Kristina occupied today.”

“Mol, you know…you know I’m not taking sides by spending time with Kristina,” Sam told her sister. “It’s not like that—”

“I know. And I really don’t want to talk about any of that—”

“We won’t. I just—” Sam sighed. “I’ve been really selfish. More than I normally am,” she added and Molly smiled faintly. “I know you feel like Mom and I have been more on Kristina’s side with all of us, and I can’t speak for Mom, but I promise you I’m not. I don’t like how she’s handled any of this. But she was…scaring me for a while,” Sam admitted. “And I guess I was worried she’d fall back into some old habits. You know?”

“Trusting the wrong people, getting herself into trouble, I know. The last time she was like this, she hooked up with a cult leader,” Molly replied. “And none of us really pushed to stop that until it was too late. I get it, you and Mom are trying to keep her from going off the rails again. I understand, Sam—”

“That doesn’t make any of this fair to you. At all. I shouldn’t expect you to sit around and be rational because Kristina can’t be.” Sam laid a hand on her sister’s forearm. “I’ve been where you both are. Losing a child you desperately wanted just before they come into the world. Never getting to hold them, to feel the heartbeat—” She stopped, and now Molly reached for her sister’s hand, squeezed it. “Wondering what could have been, wishing it could be different, trying to find someone to blame, it can drive you insane, Mols. And it never goes away. Never. You cling too hard to the people around you, desperate to keep them loving you, destroying yourself, hurting people.”

Molly looked down, but not before Sam caught the sheen of tears in her sister’s eyes. “And you never get over it, not really. You put it in a box, and you try not to think about it. But it comes back. I got to be a mother, you know. I got my miracle babies, and I clung too hard.  I was so desperate to keep Danny and Scout with me that I—” She swallowed hard. “That I went a little crazy. And every time someone or something threatens to take them away, I lose it.”

“Mom’s going to get them back, Sam. You and Mom are going to do what the court told you, and it’s going to be okay—”

“Custody, sure. I’ll get it back. But I can’t fix what I’ve already done. How I’ve already hurt my son.” Sam swiped at her cheek. “But I’m watching you and Kristina deal with the same horror I went through all those years ago, and I hate that I can’t fix it. I can’t make Kristina look past her own pain, or find a way to make you feel safe enough to trust me with yours. Because you won’t. I know it.”

“Sam—”

“And you’re not even wrong to feel that way. Because over and over again, Mom and I put Kristina first. Or Mom’s put me first. So you taught yourself not to need any of us. I’m sorry, Mols. I  can’t—” Sam’s smile was wobbly. “I can’t fix that. I can’t really do anything to help anyone.”

“There’s nothing that can fix this, Sam. I’m sorry. I don’t want to talk about Kristina anymore, please. Can we just—can we eat lunch and just not talk about any of it?”

Bobbie’s Diner: Dining Room

By the afternoon, Danny was miserable. His arms were aching, his feet were burning, and he’d loaded and unloaded the dishwasher so many times he wanted to rip out the cords.

So when Joss and Trina came in after their classes, with laughter and happiness, Danny wanted to throw plates at them.

“Ah, the rite of passage here at Bobbie’s,” Joss said with a bright smile, coming around the counter to pour herself and Trina glasses of soda. “I don’t miss that at all—”

“I hate you,” Danny muttered, picking up another empty tub and heading towards the tables to clear the last of the after school rush.

Trina twisted on the stool as he came around the counter. “Hey, did you talk to Cam about tomorrow yet?”

Danny frowned, one hand lifting a plate in the air. “What?”

“Cam. He’s coming home this weekend,” Trina reminded him. “And he called me.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “It just so happens I snagged myself a babysitting gig tomorrow, so maybe I’ll see you around the estate.”

Port Charles Airport: Entrance Hall

Elizabeth held Cameron in a tight hug a moment longer than normal, letting herself remember when he’d been small enough to lift in her arms and cuddle against her. When had he grown so tall and strong? When had her little boy with the messy curls and sticky fingers become a man?

Cameron kissed the side of her head as she finally released him, then extended a hand to Jason to shake. “My brothers get into any more trouble this week?” he asked Mom. “Other than Jake and Danny getting themselves kicked out of school. Do I have to smack them around?”

“No, none that I know about anyway.” Elizabeth wound her arms through his. “But you know your brothers. There’s still time.”

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Friday, September 27, 2024

Chase’s Apartment: Living Room

“I bring little in the way of news, good or bad,” Spinelli said, pulling the strap of his messenger back over his shoulder and setting it on the coffee table. “Some small pieces of movement. Diane finally won her motion to get the car data released to us at the same time the Feds get it, and I’m finally going to get neighbor security footage.”

“That’s good — I’ll check with Robert to make sure we’re copied on all of that.” Chase scribbled a note on a white board. “Getting that car data report to see when that trunk was open will be important.”

“For trial purposes, I need to do analysis to link the GPS records to the trunk records to prove the car was in front of Elizabeth’s house when the trunk was opened — and link with security footage of Kristina at the door.” Spinelli hesitated. “If that’s what happened. I still want to be wrong but it’s the only theory that makes sense.”

“And she’s the same height as Elizabeth, so the bullet trajectory would fit.” Chase turned to Spinelli. “I have an update of my own, but it’s one I need to ask you not to share with anyone, including Diane.”

Spinelli bristled. “What? Why?”

“It’s not illegal,” Chase added quickly, “but brushing on the side of ethics. Diane’s an officer of the court — she’d be bound by the bar to report what I’m about to tell you.”

“Okay,” Spinelli drew out slowly. “You’re the cop, so I’m going to hold you to that. What’s happened?”

“A source in the U.S. Attorney’s Office—” Chase handed Spinelli a folder. “Diane should get a copy of this report sometime next week, but I have the preliminary results of the FBI search today.”

“You have—” Spinelli jerked the folder open, scanned, then exhaled on a slow breath. “The fourth bullet. We half-expected it to be found—but what’s this? A broken heel?”

“The day of the shooting, when Elizabeth and the others came up from the crime scene,” Chase said, “Brook told me later that Elizabeth had broken a shoe running down to the boat house. She remembers it clearly, so she’ll be a good witness.”

“They found a heel between the gardens and the boat house—” Spinelli nodded. “So it supports Elizabeth’s story.”

“The government could still twist it, but when you factor in all the witness statements and Elizabeth’s alibi, it just makes it less likely a jury is going to throw out all the reasons Elizabeth couldn’t have done this.”

“Good for us, but—” Spinelli grimaced. “This says the bullet found is in good shape and should a candidate for testing.”

“I thought you expected that to match?”

“We did—and do. But Diane was able to argue bail because they didn’t have a match. It’s a weak case, so—”

Chase nodded, the realization dawning. “Low flight risk. You make the match to the gun, all of a sudden—”

“Elizabeth has a stronger case to run. Which means they can revisit bail. New evidence, new conditions—” Spinelli slid the folder into his bag. “Diane will have some time to prep, but this just makes it less likely we’ll win the motion to dismiss, and this nightmare is going to keep going. I’ll tell Diane it’s a confidential source for now. She won’t ask any thing else.” He paused. “Your source…you trust them?”

“For now.” Chase paused. “Spinelli, you might lose the motion to dismiss, but we are making progress. We’ve eliminated all the other suspected, we’ve made it but impossible for Elizabeth to have done this—all that’s left is proving who did it, and we’re finally getting those pieces next week. We’re going to fix this. I know it.”

Quartermaine Estate: Family Room

Olivia closed the double doors partially, leaving only a small opening where they could hear the sounds of a video game and voices from Rocco and Scout. She turned to Dante, her arms folded. “I’m not sure there are any right or wrong choices here, Dante. Every option hurts someone.”

“I know. I know.” He paced to the front door, then turned back. “I can’t go back in time and not leave, you know?”

“No, time travel isn’t one of the options.” Olivia tipped her head. “I’m sorry, honey. I feel like I’m not a lot of help. Other than somewhere to rest your head.”

“Just another place I’ve dragged Rocco to. You know, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Maxie needed the space, and we didn’t. I didn’t—I mean, I obviously knew it would be difficult for Rocco—”

“Don’t let the last few weeks overshadow everything that came before,” Olivia told him. “Rocco was happy. He was doing just fine with Sam, and he loved Danny and Scout. This—this all seemed to start last year.”

“When Danny’s grades started to go down.” Dante paused. “Sam was hard on him — she just wanted better for him, you know, but maybe—” He sat on the bottom step. “Maybe it was too much pressure, right? She wanted him to have more choices, more opportunities, not to throw away so many years like she did or Jason did, and Danny just couldn’t live up to it.”

“Rocco feels solidarity with Danny—they start drinking, smoking—” Olivia perched on the step next to him, crossing her arms on her lap. “And maybe it’s working to relieve some of that pressure, you know. Then Danny gets a miracle Rocco could only dream of.”

“He gets his dad back, and Sam won’t let Danny anywhere near him.” Dante looked at his mother. “Yeah, I guess that tracks. He talked about it a little bit. But knowing how we got here — it doesn’t really help to fix it, does it?”

“No—”

“What’s the hell is going on in here?”

The angry adult voice had both rising to their feet just a moment before Drew shoved the door open. “I thought I was very clear that I didn’t want my daughter anywhere near these delinquents,” he bit out.

Rocco came up behind him, his face flushed, eyes glittering. “Hey, don’t you have a felony on your record, asshole?”

Olivia arched a  brow. “Yeah, you said it, Drew. But you weren’t home, and left Scout in the care of whoever lives here. That’s me. And I said she could see him.” She lifted her chin. “Maybe we could take our case to Monica. I wonder how’d she’d feel.”

Drew grimaced, then looked at Rocco. “Stay away from Scout. Come on,” he told his daughter, taking her by the shoulder and lightly pushing her forward. Rocco started to step forward, but Dante was already crossing the foyer to stop his son from following.

“Not a battle we can fight or win today, kid. But he’ll get his. People like him always do.”

Written in 72 minutes. The middle two scenes took longer than I wanted and then I had trouble ending the last scene. Anyway. Enjoy and see you tomorrow!

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Thursday, September 26, 2024

Jake’s Car

Jake waited until they’d pulled out of the driveway for the Davis house before he spoke. “So, how’d it go?”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

“It’s just a question.”

“Whatever.” Danny stared out the window and was quiet until Jake had left the Forest Hills neighborhood, and waited for the light to change so he could make the turn down town. “You didn’t take long to pick me up.”

“Yeah, well—I knew your visit was today, so when I decided to get a coffee after school, I went to the place in your grandmother’s neighborhood. I had a feeling.”

“Oh, so you’re a psychic now?”

“No. I just know you. And I know how we’re alike.” Jake made a turn into a parking lot, then switched off the ignition. “Part of you really wanted to go today. You haven’t seen your mom more than once in almost two weeks and that’s weird for you. You thought you’d go in, and somehow your mom would be all fixed, and it would make sense.”

Danny said nothing, kept his face turned towards the window.

“But you’re also still really pissed your mom put you in this situation. Because if she keeps her hands off my mother, she doesn’t lose the hearing, and maybe you’re back home living there. I went to get a coffee and figured worst case scenario, I’d waste twenty minutes of my life.”

“I picked a fight.” Danny looked at Jake. “It was weird, and it was awkward. Then she started talking about what other people were telling me, and I—I didn’t want to hear it. She thinks Dad and Elizabeth and you just sit around all the time trying to tell me how much my mother sucks and what an evil woman she is—and it’s just not like that. It never was.” He shook his head. “No, once I figured out how much she really hates you and your mom, it all got really clear, you know? She thinks your mom is manipulating me, using me to look good with Dad or something. She can’t even pretend there’s a chance Elizabeth just gives a damn.”

Jake exhaled slowly, stared out the windshield for a beat. “Because she wouldn’t cross the street to help me, even if I were dying.”

“Yeah. I told Grandma that, you know, and I could see her realizing it, too. Maybe she thinks it just about Mom hating Elizabeth because whatever dumbass thing happened back before we were born which I don’t care about. I just don’t. I care about what kind of person my mother is, and it turns out it’s a really shitty one.”

Jake sighed. “Danny, she’s not the worst—”

“She’s not in the top ten maybe, but she’s on the list. Whatever. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Can we just go? I just want to go home.”

Port Charles Municipal Building: Mayor’s Office

“Well, it doesn’t really matter what I think does it?” Laura asked, rounding her desk and reaching for her reading glasses. She peered up at Dante. “You didn’t want to move out in the first place, and Rocco’s giving you the heads up to do that.”

Dante gripped the back of the chair he stood behind. “That’s not fair.”

“Don’t talk to me about fair, Dante. My grandson is tearing apart with guilt because he wants something to change with his mother. For her to wake up or die — this living between—” She gripped the glasses more tightly. “My family went through it for years, but they had no choice but to go on. To keep living. I woke up to my daughter all but grown up, my husband had married someone else, and my sons were nearly unrecognizable to me. Rocco is destroyed, and the only spark he’s had since coming to stay with me is doing something for Scout, and it’s barely a blip. He’s crying out for help, and you’re looking at me for permission to move back in with your girlfriend.”

“Laura—”

“What? Does the truth hurt? Here’s some more.” Laura pushed back, got to her feet. “That girlfriend? Nearly got herself arrested for assaulting my daughter-in-law in front of a child. Her own child! And you think I want to put Rocco anywhere near that?”

Danny exhaled slowly. “I know. I know. Sam went too far—”

“Too far was the day you walked out on my daughter and Rocco to chase ghosts for the WSB. When instead of fighting to stay by her side and be healthy, you chose to leave again. I don’t know why I’m surprised. They say daughters marry their fathers, and you’re proving to be same feckless, useless man Luke was by the time I saw him last.”

Dante dropped his gaze from Laura’s burning blue eyes, the shame and guilt crawling through him. There were no lies in her statement. He’d left Lulu and Rocco, turned his back on their family, and by the time he’d been ready to come home — Lulu had been moving on. And then she was gone.

“You’re right,” Dante said roughly. “You’re right. But no one’s perfect, are they?” He looked at his mother-in-law again. “Didn’t you spend a year trying to fix your grandson’s abuser? If you’d held the ground a little bit, do you think Spencer would still be alive?”

Laura inhaled sharply. “How dare—”

“I mean, if we’re going to blame each other for horrible things that happened to the people we love outside our control—let’s do it. What else can you make my fault? The explosion at the Floating Rib? Sure. The PTSD? Of course, I brought that on myself, didn’t I? You made Spencer live in the same home as the woman who slept with his father and conceived a child just so he could be with his brother. You had influence, Laura. You could have made sure Esme ended up in jail and lost custody of that boy. And didn’t you start the process that got Heather Webber, a killer out of jail?” Dante demanded. “Heather, who tried to kill your grandson’s girlfriend. Who did kill several other people—do we really want to keep listing the terrible things we’ve done, or can we get back to the point?”

Laura’s mouth was tight, her body tense. “Which is?”

“Rocco is in trouble, and I’m not equipped to solve it. Not on my own. Maybe it is a mistake to move back in with Sam, but this is the first sign he’s even thinking of someone else. I can’t just ignore what he’s asking me to do.”

“If your mind was already made up before you walked in here, why did you bother?” Laura demanded.

“I don’t know. To get your blessing. But I didn’t realize how much you disliked me, so—” he shrugged. “I guess I don’t actually care about it.  Thanks for letting my son stay with you. But I’ll be picking him up and taking him to my mother’s. At least he can see Scout there, and we’ll see if he still wants to go back to the penthouse. Have a nice day, Laura.”

Davis Home: Living Room

“Where’s Danny?” Kristina demanded, dropping the brown bag with their dinner on the table by the door, and hanging up her purse.

“Don’t ask,” Sam muttered, slumping down in the sofa. “You’ll just get Mom started again.”

At her desk, Alexis looked up and twisted to face her daughter. “Your tone suggests the first round wasn’t successful, so maybe we need to do this again.”

Kristina came down the steps from the landing, her brow furrowed. “What’s going on?”

“It was a disaster, of course,” Sam said. She got to her feet. “And I don’t want to hear it, Mom. If you’re just going to yell at me, I can go home—”

“And sit alone? Go right ahead.” Alexis arched a brow. “Danny is a teenager with a rotten attitude who hates the world and nearly everyone in it—”

“Not everyone, Mom—” Sam closed her eyes. “Just me.”

“Then maybe stop giving him reasons to be angry—”

“Mom!” Kristina said, her eyes widening. She stared as Alexis rose and came up the steps to pick up the dinner bag. “You can’t really blame Sam for all this—”

“I can. Because she’s the one who decided to walk out on Danny at the police station—”

“Here we go again—” Sam rolled her eyes and looked to the ceiling. “A list of my greatest sins—”

“Then you denied medical treatment when I told you that it was going to end badly—”

“I thought—”

“And if all of that wasn’t enough—” Alexis dropped the bag on the dining table with a crinkle of paper. “When Danny comes to see you, to try to mend the bridges — which means Jason was on the brink of dropping the custody suit—you assault Elizabeth and threaten to have her arrested for kidnapping!”

“I wasn’t—” Sam exhaled, looked away. “I wasn’t serious—”

“In front of Danny.”

“God, can we not do this—”

“All of that already happened,” Kristina interrupted her sister. “Why isn’t Danny here today? You were supposed to visit. He was here—”

“Danny baited her. Because of course he did. He’s angry at you, Sam. Did you think it was going away because it’s been a few days?” Alexis wanted to hear.

“You know, this wasn’t fun the first time—”

“And we’re doing it again because you aren’t listening. Danny has learned how much you hate his brother. You don’t get to unring that bell—”

“What does Jake have to do with this?” Kristina asked. “I don’t understand anything that’s going on. Can someone just start from the top—”

“It’s been bothering me, you know. Why this sudden turn on Elizabeth after years of civil, even bordering on friendly at times,” Alexis said, ignoring Kristina. Sam sighed, rubbed her temple. “Why you would be so sure that Elizabeth is manipulating Danny, trying to alienate him, and use him against you? I couldn’t understand it. But as soon as Danny pointed it out—”

“Mom, he’s fourteen—”

“You were never given an opportunity to be around Jake,” Alexis interrupted. “During the brief period you and Jason were together or when Drew was still living as Jason, Jake rarely had overnight visits. Jason must have always suspected how you felt, and kept him away.”

Sam’s eyes burned. “Mom.”

“Because you do hate him. Because he was conceived the night that you destroyed any chance you ever had of really being with Jason again—”

“Mom. Don’t—”

“What am I missing?” Kristina asked, looking back and forth between the women.

“He may have forgiven you for it, as I did. But only one of us truly let it go. He was never, in a million years, going to trust you again. Not after that. But you couldn’t blame yourself. You blamed an innocent child. You’ve never forgiven that child for being born or for not dying in that car accident.”

“That is a horrible thing to say!” Sam cried.

“I think we all need to take a big step back—”

But neither Sam nor Alexis were paying Kristina any mind. Alexis continued, her eyes on her eldest daughter. “You can’t imagine Elizabeth actually gives a damn about Danny. Not the child born to Jason after she thought Jake was gone forever. Not the child Jason had with you. How could Elizabeth not hate Danny? She can’t be trying to help him out of genuine kindness and compassion for her son’s brother. Because you never would. You haven’t come nearly as far as you think you have from that destructive, narcissistic woman who did the things you did that year. And I think you know very well what I’m referring to.”

Sam opened her mouth, then closed it, taking a shaky breath as she finally spoke. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I could ignore the way I felt about Jake. Jason forgave me many things, but he never forgot any of them. And he never let me near enough to Jake for it to matter.”

“And then Jason came back, when you were already having so much trouble with Danny. You thought you could keep them apart by sheer will, but Danny kept trying. You wanted to stop being the bad guy, so you tried to make Jake the villain. Go ahead, Danny. You can see your dad, but only with Jake.”

“Jake was supposed to refuse—”

“But he loves his brother. He loves him. And he dealt with it. He spent time with his father, and so did Danny. Another reason to hate that child. And his mother for forcing it. Because she must have, of course, you thought. You told me how many times.”

Sam closed her eyes, folded her arms around her torso, tears staining her cheek. “I just wanted to keep Danny safe. That’s all I wanted, and every time I turned around they were making it impossible. And now, I know you don’t believe it, but Elizabeth finally has a chance to get her revenge—”

“Because you took your chance to get revenge, you think she’s doing that, too. Again, Sam. You keep making the mistake that Elizabeth makes the same cruel decisions that you do.” Alexis pointed at Sam with both index fingers. “You walked out on your son, you refused to listen to him, and then you put him in danger and terrified him when you attacked his brother’s mother, and for all intents and purposes, his step mother. You did this, Sam. And it’s had a terrible domino effect that’s left you without both your children. Until you face that, until you can really take accountability for what you’ve done — you’ll keep making these choices. But I won’t stand by and watch.”

She turned and walked into the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind her.

Shaken, Kristina looked at her sister. “What the hell is going on?” she demanded.

“I can’t—I just—” Sam shook her head, covered her face. “I’m going home. I have to get out of here.”

“Okay, but—” Kristina snatched up her purse. “Let me—let me drive you, okay? We’ll fix this, I promise.”

Webber House: Master Bedroom

Elizabeth cross-legged on the bed, flipping through her reminders on her phone’s notepad app. “I miss my old phone,” she muttered. “It had my schedule, and the boys, and it was so organized and all my passwords—”

Jason looked over, frowned. “I thought Cam was able to get the backup last week for you. We can call Spinelli—”

“I know. But this is a different phone, and that backup was old—never mind. Are you sure you don’t want to leave Danny here tomorrow while we drive into Syracuse?” she asked him. “He’s been here alone while we’ve gone to work—”

Jason closed the book he’d been reading and set it on the night stand. “I don’t know what happened today with Sam. He won’t talk about it.”

“Except that he doesn’t want another visit,” Elizabeth said.

“Which I don’t entirely trust Alexis or Sam not to push. Or Kristina,” Jason admitted. “I thought giving them the right to supervise would make things easier. I didn’t want to keep Danny from Sam more than I had to—”

“You don’t think one of them would show up here, do you?” The thought hadn’t occurred to her, and she tensed. “Alexis knows I have to go to probation on Fridays. I told her when I was at Diane’s office the other day. It came up,” she added when he frowned. “She’d know you have to go with me—”

“Which means Danny would be on his own,” Jason finished. “It’s not a perfect option,” he admitted. “But—”

Elizabeth slid under the bedspread and slid in closer to Jason, curling into his side. “But he’ll be miserable coming with us. I know because I’m going to be miserable until it’s over and I can pick up Cameron. There’s got to be a better option.”

“We can’t ask Jake to stay home—”

“No, but—” Elizabeth bit her lip. “Maybe Michael? I know he’s at the office. Maybe Danny might want to go there. Or Carly. She’s always asking to help—” She lifted her brows. “You know, Danny’s old enough to get working papers. He can work limited hours. Cam started at Kelly’s—” she stopped, forced herself to correct. “Bobbie’s now. The diner. It might be good for him. It was good for me. It gave me a lot of structure. He might not want the diner. But maybe something else.”

Jason considered, then nodded. “I think he’s got too much time on his hands, which is how he got into so much trouble.” He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering. “It’s hard to remember to call it by the new name. Maybe because it was Kelly’s for so long. Or because I don’t like to think of Bobbie being gone. But I like the idea of Danny picking up some shifts there. Like you. Cameron. Joss worked there.”

“The family business. The legal one anyway,” Elizabeth added. He grinned, then pulled her closer, and they stopped talking at all.

Written in 59 minutes. This scene did not cooperate the way I planned it, lol, but I like it so much better than I had it planned. But it also went 3x as long as it should have. Story of my life 😛

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Thursday, September 26, 2024

Davis House: Living Room

Sam nearly leapt off the sofa when her mother stepped through the front door, then to one side revealing Danny coming in behind her.

It had been nearly a week since she’d seen her son — and now she  didn’t quite know what to do now that they were in the same room. She was suddenly very aware that the last time he’d seen her, she’d been screaming at Elizabeth, demanding that someone arrest her for kidnapping.

Her feelings and convictions about Elizabeth aside — Sam swallowed. It had obviously been a terrible idea to confront her in the lobby.

Alexis hung up her purse and keys, then came down the few steps into the living room proper to rub Sam’s shoulder. “I was thinking maybe asking your sister to stop at Bobbie’s to pick up dinner. What do you think, Danny? Your usual?”

“Uh, yeah, thanks.” Danny dropped his back pack on the ground. “I have to do homework before I go ho—back,” he said, fumbling slightly.

Sam forced words past the lump in her throat, knowing it would be better to ignore the fact he’d nearly called Elizabeth’s house home. “Oh? Any  subject I can help with?”

“Not really. I, um, have to do some make up assignments to fix my grades.” Danny remained where he was, only steps from the front door. “Jake’s been helping me, though. And Dad’s pretty good at algebra.”

“He always was good with that kind of thing,” Sam managed. “And we’re really long past the days when you brought home work I understood.” Especially since she’d barely managed to scrape her GED. She looked at her mother, a little bit helpless.

What could she say? How did she even act?

Alexis picked up her phone. “I’m just going to, uh, text Kristina the order. Sam, I picked Danny up from a therapy session.” She lifted her brows. “You might ask how that’s going.”

“Oh. I didn’t know—” Sam bit her lip, looked back at Danny. “I didn’t know if I should—I mean, did you want to talk about it?”

“We can, I guess.” Danny finally moved from his spot, heading for the armchair by the sofa — choosing that so that Sam couldn’t really be next to him, she thought, but shoved it down.

It was only fair that it was awkward and uncomfortable. Sam was trying to be on her best behavior, and even if the supervision was her mom, she knew Danny could tell his attorney if she messed up. For once, she was going to have to think about what she would say.

“Do you…do you like your doctor?” Sam asked, sitting gingerly on the sofa, perching near the edge, her hands clasped together.

“Yeah. Um, more than I thought.” Danny was staring at the floor. “He kind of just…asks questions, you know. And lets me talk. I thought it’d be the opposite.”

“That’s good. Um, I know you’d asked me to go to some sessions. I don’t know if you still want that—”

“I do—” Danny lifted his head. “But…” He tensed, and averted his gaze again. “I guess it has to be when Elizabeth doesn’t go. Since Dad said you can’t go near her. That’s what the court said, right?”

Sam pressed her lips together, swallowed hard. “Yes. It’s…for the best we don’t talk or see each other right now. I’m…I’m very sorry. About what happened, Danny. I know that…I know it was a mistake. I wish I hadn’t gone downstairs.”

“Me, too.”

Sam clenched her jaw. “I don’t know…what else you’ve been told about any of this, but it’s complicated. It’s not just about you—”

“I know that.” Danny met her eyes, and there was a flicker of that old resentment. “It’s about Dad. And Jake. You hate them both. You blame Elizabeth for Jake existing. That’s fine. You don’t have to like any of them. Or Elizabeth. That’s what I talked about at the doctor today. Being okay with how much everyone hates each other. Jake doesn’t like you either.” His mouth curved slightly into a mocking smile. “Neither does Elizabeth. And you’re not on Dad’s good list either.”

Sam furrowed her brow, trying to determine if Danny was trying to bait her. “Divorce is difficult,” she said after a moment. “And there’s often a lot of friction. But your dad and I need to do better—”

“No, Dad doesn’t need to do anything—” Danny shook his head. “You just don’t get it, Mom. You never will.”

“Danny—” Alexis came to sit next to Sam. “Your mother is just trying to make peace—”

“No, she wants to pretend like she’s not the one to blame, and I’m not gonna let her do it. Look, I screwed up. And I’m dealing with how bad it was. I was a jerk to you, I know that, and I guess I’m sorry for it. And Dad leaving the way he did, that was messed up, and he knows that. But you made it harder. Dad didn’t fight you because he didn’t want this. And you figured he never would.”

“That is—” Sam bit back her first reaction when Alexis squeezed her knee. “Okay, that’s true. I knew your dad didn’t want to go to court. But that doesn’t mean what’s happening now is the right choice—”

“Mom. You punched Elizabeth in the face and tried to have her arrested when she drove me over to see you. She wanted to help. And I know, I know, she’s just trying to make herself look good, right? That’s what you’re gonna say. That’s why she let me come stay at her house, and why she found me a doctor — she’s trying to prove she’s better than you. That’s what you’re gonna say right? That’s what you told the court, my attorney said so.”

Sam opened her mouth, then closed it. “There’s just no winning with you, is there, Danny?”

“What do you want me to say, Mom? Hey, thanks for giving Elizabeth a black eye and nearly getting her bail revoked so she’d go back to jail.” Danny got to his feet. “This is stupid. So what if Elizabeth is trying to prove something? It doesn’t change what happened. She still drove me to see you. Because I wanted to see you. I wanted to fix things.”

“Danny—” Sam and Alexis both got to their feet.

“No, I’m sick of this. Because you’ve been doing this for months. You don’t care what I want. You just care about you. I have to have perfect grades because you screwed up your life and I’m supposed to be better than you. I can’t see my dad because he’s made stupid choices, like all yours are so fucking fantastic, and my brother’s mom is a bitch because she’s nice to me and only wants to make you look bad —” His face was flushed and there were tears glimmering at the corner of his eyes. “Dad made sure that Grandma or Aunt Kristina was our supervision, right? And said he didn’t care how often I could see you. But he’s still the asshole, right?”

Sam fisted both hands her hair, squeezed her eyes closed. “Danny. Can you just let me talk—”

“No, how does it feel? Huh? To be told how to feel, and how to act, and how think? How does it feel to have someone else trying to control your life?”

“Danny, let’s just take a step back—” Alexis came around Sam and put a hand up. “Okay, honey. Your mother isn’t blameless and she knows it.” She threw Sam a look, then returned her focus to Danny. “So let’s just take a deep breath.”

“What’s the point?”

“Because I think there’s progress to be made here. You’re upset, and you should be.” Alexis turned slightly, her back now to Sam, her attention fully on her grandson. “I know how awful Saturday was. I’ve seen the video. I can’t imagine how it felt to be there.”

“It was my idea,” Danny said, his voice breaking slightly. “Okay? I wanted to fix things so Scout could come home. We were trying to fix things for Mom. I knew I messed up with the drinking and the weed, and Dad was going to talk to Grandma Monica, and Elizabeth was just going to sit in the lobby. I don’t understand how it’s so bad. She wanted to help, Mom. And you were going to have her arrested. They would have put her in jail and the FBI is awful. They would have put her back in that jail hours away. Jake and Aiden and Cam would all lose their mom. Is that what you wanted? Because I was with Dad, you figured Elizabeth should lose her kids, too?”

“No!” Sam said forcefully. “Is that what she said? That’s such bullshit!”

“No. That’s what I think. What Jake thinks. And probably his brothers. But, hey, you can’t pass up the chance to blame Elizabeth for something else, huh? I told you,” he said, looking at his grandmother. “She can’t stop thinking about anyone but herself. She never will.”

“Danny—”

“Dad said these visits last as long as I want them to. Well, I don’t want any more today.” He jerked out his phone.

“Danny, please, just—” Sam held out both hands. “Please. Okay, you’re right. You’re right! I hate Elizabeth so much that it blots everything else out, and I can’t think straight? Is that what you want to hear?” she demanded.

Danny lowered the phone, looked at his mother. “Only if it’s true.”

“Sam—” Alexis began, but Sam shook off her mother’s hand.

“No, he wants the truth, right? Well, fine. He can have it. I hate Elizabeth Webber, and I have since she decided to have an affair with my fiance,” Sam bit out. “She took advantage of Jason when he was upset, when we were broken up—”

“So not an affair, then.”

“Damn it, Danny—”

“Do you think I don’t know how to do math, Mom? I know from the pictures that you and Dad were together before Jake was born. And after. Dad told me that you guys were broken up for a while and that’s where Jake comes in. But I guess that’s part of you hating Elizabeth so much you can’t see straight, think straight, or even tell the truth.”

Sam exhaled slowly. “You’ll understand when you’re older. They were absolutely having an emotional affair. I absolutely get to hate the woman who destroyed my relationship with your father and ruined any chance we ever had to be a family—”

“Except we were a family, Mom. You threw Dad out after the Floating Rib explosion,” Danny retorted, and Sam scowled. “You started dating Dante before Dad ever went to Greece.”

“Okay, this conversation is going nowhere—” Alexis started.

“No, I think we learned something really important. At least I did.” Danny lifted his chin, glaring at his mother. “You said it yourself. You hate Elizabeth so much that no one else matters. Especially not me.”

“Danny—”

“You told me over and over again that I’m supposed to do better than you, that I need to make better choices than you, that I shouldn’t make your mistakes — that’s all I am to you. Your miracle baby that’s supposed to be some kind of evidence that you’re a better person. You don’t care about me.”

“That is not true—” Sam lunged forward as Danny headed for the door, but Alexis blocked her.

“Give me a second. Let me go talk to him, Sam.”

Alexis followed Danny out the door, found him on the porch, his phone in hand. “Danny—”

“I’m not going back in there—”

“I’m not asking you to.”

Danny grimaced, looked at his grandmother, tears still glinting in his eyes. “Don’t tell me to let this go.”

“I’m not asking that either.” She closed the door so that it was just the two of them. “I’m not really sure what I should say because everything that’s coming to mind will sound like a defense of your mother to you, and I think you’d probably just start running.”

Danny looked away, towards the woods and the road. But he remained in one place, so Alexis continued. “I don’t deny that your mother has put a lot of pressure on you. Grades, behavior, all of that. And I know she’s worried that you’ll make the same choices she did. Or your father.”

“Grandma—”

“And it’s natural for you to rebel. To push back. And to pick fights to avoid uncomfortable conversations,” Alexis continued. “You might not have meant for it to get this bad, but you can’t stand there and tell me you weren’t pushing her buttons.”

Danny grimaced. “So what if I was? I wanted her to admit what she did. She still probably thinks what happened last weekend is Elizabeth’s fault. Elizabeth shouldn’t have hit her back, she told me that. And she thinks she should have left, and let Dad come and handle it.”

Alexis rubbed her temple. “And I suppose Elizabeth took accountability the same day, so listening to your mother make excuses a week later isn’t exactly helping.”

“It’s like Mom can’t believe Elizabeth might give a damn about me. Like I’m not worth caring about—”

“Danny—”

“Because it’s how she feels about my brother. She knows if the situation was reversed, she’d have told Jake to kick rocks,” Danny retorted, and Alexis closed her mouth. “That’s why she can’t believe Elizabeth wants to help me. She knows she’d never be that nice to Jake. So it must be a lie. It must be a trick.”

“There is…” Alexis pursed her lips. “Some truth to that statement, Danny. It’s a long, complicated history — a lot of bad blood between them—”

“And Mom’s the only one who makes it my problem. What am I supposed to do with that?”

“I don’t know.” Alexis folded her arms. “I don’t know. I promise you, I’m going to do whatever I can to help. Your mother loves you, Danny.” Danny scoffed, and she bit her lip. “Is your father coming to get you?”

“No, Jake is. Unless you think Mom’s going to throw rocks at his car and accuse him of kidnapping me,” Danny said.

“No, I think you’re safe.” She paused. “How are you doing? Honestly. And just between us,” she added when he sighed.

“Fine, I guess.  I like living with Dad,” he said, looking at her, a bit of challenge in his eyes, as if daring her to disagree. “And Jake. But not just them. I like living with Elizabeth and Aiden. And Cameron’s coming home this weekend because he’s worried about his mom. I like it. Dad helps me with homework, and I started to understand it when he explained it.”

“That’s good. I mean it. Jason was always a good father, and I’m not surprised that you’re enjoying more time with him. And your brother.” Alexis tipped her head. “The therapy? Is that helping?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. It’s only been two sessions. I told him about Mom and the fight, and—” Danny shook his head. “I don’t like making Mom unhappy, okay? I hate that Scout’s with her dick father, and he’s not letting me see her either. I know Rocco’s being an ass, and I’m not trying to make it worse, I’m not. But I’m just angry all the time, Grandma. I used to hide it by getting high or drunk. I’m not allowed to do that anymore.”

“Come here.” Alexis tugged on his sleeve, and he reluctantly went into her arms, then relaxed against her. This was his grandmother after all, and he’d known her all his life. “I love you so much, sweetheart. All I want is for you to safe, healthy, and happy.” She pulled away, then held his head in her hands. “I’m going to work on your mother, and we’ll figure out a way to do these visits that isn’t going to make you both miserable. But that’s not your problem to fix. It’s mine. You take care of yourself, all right?”

“All right,” Danny said. He heard a car pull into the drive. “Thanks, Grandma. I…I love you, too.” He stepped back, picked up his back pack. “Um, tell Mom I’m sorry I guess. We’ll try again some other day.”

Alexis waved at the car as Danny jogged towards the passenger side, and Jake waved back at her somewhat hesitantly.

As her grandson pulled away with his brother, Alexis turned back to the house, took a deep breath, and went inside.

Written in 56 minutes. Both scenes ended up a little longer than I planned, so there’s only two. See you tomorrow!

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Thursday, September 26, 2024

Metro Court Hotel: Restaurant

Carly beamed when Jason slid into the chair across the table. “I can’t believe you actually showed up. I figured you’d be too busy.”

Jason frowned, picking up the menu and skimming it even though he didn’t really care. “I said I would.”

“I know, but—never mind.” Carly gestured for the server to take their orders. “I don’t want any interruptions.”

That didn’t exactly bode well, but Jason didn’t say anything. Once the server had left, Carly folded her arms on the table and leaned forward. “I doubt Spinelli told you this, but I went to see him yesterday—”

Jason lifted his brows. “Is this going to ruin my day?”

“No. Because you already know the details. I mean you know what I’m going to say, I just don’t know if you know that I know. Except I talked to Elizabeth and maybe she brought it up—”

“Carly.”

“Right. Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “I know Gia Campbell is on the case.” When Jason’s head snapped up, she continued. “Michael recognized her name when he saw the warrant, but couldn’t remember anything other than she’d worked for me. Which makes sense, he’d been really young when she was around. And I don’t even know if she was around, but I definitely talked about her a lot at home—right, getting to the point,” she said when she saw Jason’s expression. “I know Gia’s on the case. I talked to Elizabeth and Spinelli, and they both seemed to think this was under control. I did get Spinelli to say he’d look into it, but I doubt he can make it a priority—”

“And he shouldn’t. Diane knows. We’re following her advice—”

“Jason. Please don’t tell me you think it’s a coincidence that Gia Campbell shows up out of nowhere as second chair on Elizabeth’s case. We both know that’s not how this works. She’s here to make trouble.”

“Maybe,” Jason allowed, shifting slightly. “But she’s limited in what she can do—”

“I can’t really tell you what Gia can do, but I can tell you if she’s anything like she was then, she’ll be ruthless and take every opportunity to go after Elizabeth. She did in that competition. She played dirty.”

“I know—”

“You don’t, but that’s not my point either. Maybe you’re right. Maybe legally, she can’t offer much. But I’ve been thinking about nothing else for the last twenty-four hours—”

“That’s terrifying to hear.”

“Jason.” Carly tipped her head. “The FBI doesn’t want Elizabeth. They want you.”

Jason exhaled slowly, then nodded. “I know that. We’ve known that all along—”

“Gia knows exactly how far Elizabeth would go to protect you. I went home last night, and I pulled out everything I have from Deception, and I talked to Maxie—”

“Carly—”

“Just listen. I asked Maxie to pull out the Face of Deception records, anything she could find which wasn’t much, but I think I’d forgotten exactly when all of that was. Or what else was going on. Until I saw the date. February 2001. The warehouse fire. Do you remember?”

Jason nodded slowly. “I do—”

“You came home that winter to help Sonny deal with something in the business. I don’t remember if I ever know more than that. But I also remember that no one even knew you were in town at that point. It came out later you’d been staying with Elizabeth, right? Keeping your return quiet. And she’d lied to Lucky.”

“She—yeah.”

“Jason, everyone knew that. You know that, right? Including Gia. Gia knew that she’d lied to her boyfriend to keep you safe. That’s not something in those PCPD files, is it?”

“I don’t see why that matters—”

“The feds are going after Elizabeth to get to you. They either think she’s going to turn on you, which I doubt she would even if she had something to offer—which is the nicest thing I’ve ever said about her honestly. Or they think you’re going to confess to get her off the hook. And Gia knows enough to make sure they believe that. You can guarantee that Nikolas whined to her about you and how you took advantage of her that first time in her studio. Do you know if he knows you were shot then?”

“I don’t—” Jason squinted. “Carly, I’m not sure why any of this matters.”

“Gia’s not going to do damage in the court room, I trust Diane to handle that. But if Gia tells that Reynolds guy everything she knows or might know— including that Elizabeth will and has broken laws to protect you—she did that when she was a eighteen-year-old kid, Jason. Do you think they’ll ever believe she wouldn’t now, twenty-five years later when the two of you have this history, a child, and a relationship now?”

Jason absorbed that, but still shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. They already think she’s hiding something—”

“I don’t care about them.”

“Then what are we doing here—”

“I care about you and what you are planning to do. Because the FBI isn’t going away. Even if the PCPD finds out who really killed John Cates — they don’t care. Do you think Cates was the only one pissed about  how the Pikeman investigation fell out?”

“No, but—”

“Jason. Can you really sit there and tell me you don’t have an endgame in mind?”

Jason looked away. “No.”

“That’s why it bothers me this woman is on the case. Because she can give them more ammunition. More conviction that Elizabeth would protect you at risk to herself. They’re not going to give up. If Diane doesn’t win at this hearing, then we’re talking about a trial. And a jury.”

“I know.” Jason waited a beat. “I don’t want you to worry about any of this, Carly.”

“Okay, well, now you’re just being stupid. Because who better than me knows what kind of suicidal mission you’ve got in your head? You gave up two years of your life to protect me, which I never asked for. And I’m still pissed about,” she added. “You give up what’s left of your life to protect Elizabeth from a crime she didn’t commit, she’s going to be just as angry.”

“She can be angry and free,” Jason said finally. “Just like you—”

“What’s stopping me from telling Elizabeth about this conversation? About what you’re obviously planning if this starts to go south?”

Jason looked at her, and Carly fidgeted, but didn’t break the gaze. “You can tell her. It won’t change anything.”

“Except piss her off. You want to live with that over your head?”

“Carly.” Jason stopped, unsure exactly how to proceed. “It’s not something I want to  do, okay? And it’s not like I’m thinking about it today. Or next week. Just—it’s an option.”

“It’s a stupid option.”

“Your opinion is noted—”

“And the second I think you’re going to put this stupid plan into action, you’d better believe I’m going to tell Elizabeth. And she’ll kick your ass.”

“Can we be done with this conversation now?”

“For now.” Carly sat back as the server approached with their lunch orders. “But not forever.”

Chase’s Apartment: Living Room

“Is there a reason we’re meeting at your residence?” Gia asked, her eyes skimming the entire room, including the whiteboard with the details of the case displayed. Except for suspects, she noted. The basic details, witness statements—but nothing about who had done this except a list at the corner with those who had been eliminated.

“You said we needed to be discreet.” Chase closed the door. “This is discreet.”

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” Gia said, turning back to face him. “I’m allowed to talk to the investigators, local and federal.” She slid the strap of her bag off her shoulder and set it on the table. “But this isn’t a conversation I think my boss would appreciate me having.” She tipped her head. “And why are you working here?”

“You never know who’s listening.” Chase folded his arms. “You asked for this meeting. Why?”

Gia was quiet for a moment then unzipped the bag she’d set down to extract a manila folder. “To deliver the preliminary report. Diane Miller isn’t getting that until at least Monday, so if you could keep it to yourself or make sure it doesn’t get back to my superiors — that would be great.”

Chase took the folder, but didn’t open it. “Why are you giving me a preview?”

“Because I have doubts about this case, and so far — neither Caldwell or Reynolds seem all that interested.” She paused. “I took this case because I used to live in Port Charles. Because I knew some of the participants twenty years ago. I knew Elizabeth.”

“That’s a conflict of interest—”

“Says the man married to Jason Morgan’s cousin.”

“It’s not the same thing and you know it.” He lifted his brows. “And you’ll be out of luck at that hearing when Elizabeth sees you—”

“Do you think Diane Miller didn’t do a search on my name the moment she saw it on the docket? She knows I used to live here. My connection, as brief as it is, is public. I was engaged to Nikolas Cassadine, and Elizabeth and I competed against each other in a modeling competition. That alone would be enough to recuse me if Diane requested it. She hasn’t.” Gia paused. “I took this case because I knew Elizabeth, I know the kind of work Jason and Sonny are — or were — involved in. And I knew Elizabeth would do anything to protect Jason. I don’t think I ever thought she was the shooter, but I was almost positive Jason was.”

“Was?” Chase echoed.

“Your witness statements. It…I started to ask questions. And Reynolds wasn’t interested in the answers. He doesn’t care Elizabeth isn’t the shooter. And doesn’t care that Jason probably wasn’t either.” She sat on the arm of the sofa. “I think somewhere in their minds, they’ve convinced themselves that Jason hired someone or knows what happened. Maybe that’s true. But that’s not the facts he put in evidence. Or the argument he intends to make to a jury. And that bothers me.”

Chase opened the folder, skimmed it, then lifted his gaze back to the lawyer. “They found the fourth bullet?”

“Yes. And its condition is good enough to send for testing.”

“I expect it to match. Someone planted the car in Elizabeth’s trunk. They’re not doing that if it’s not the murder weapon.”

“You’re sure it was planted?” Gia asked as Chase went to his board, started to make some notes. “How do you know?”

“The tip that came in, pointing the feds in that direction — it was a fake.” Chase looked back at Gia. “Whoever created the tip used an AI generator to mimic a real nurse who works at the hospital, Amy Driscoll. She used to be a gossip columnist. You know the tip, right?”

“I do.”

“Elizabeth and Amy were never anywhere near each other the only day they both worked at the hospital. We have both their time covered from the beginning to the end of their day. Not only that — Jason never goes to the hospital. You have to sign in at the front desk. He’s not there or on any security footage that entire week. The tip is junk. Someone wanted us to look in that trunk.”

“Okay. That—I can follow that. Caldwell—there’s no follow investigation on the tip,” Gia admitted. “He took it, and ran with it. And I’m not sure he cares it’s false.” She nodded. “Okay, so the bullet doesn’t seem to be a problem.”

“The other item you noted — a broken heel. Several witnesses related that Elizabeth came back to the house with a broken sandal. They found out when they came back that Caldwell had grabbed the boys, and Elizabeth sent Michael for her sneakers that she’d brought with her. But they weren’t going to wait. Michael remembers throwing the sneakers through a window as they were pulling out.”

“She broke it running towards the gunshots. Reynolds plans to argue it was running to get to the spot in time — ” Gia winced. “I’m not supposed to tell you that.”

“The heel supports her story. And Michael isn’t the only member of the family that remembers this. One of the uniforms took my wife’s statement. She remembers the broken shoe clearly — because to get to the car and get over the gravel, Jason had to carry Elizabeth.” Chase smiled slightly. “Brook’s a romantic.”

“Okay. Okay.” Gia blew out a breath. “This is kind of crazy,” she admitted. “I got involved in this case because I was sure Elizabeth was involved. It seemed like the kind of stupid mess she’d get involved with because of Jason. I could tell you so many stories—” She smiled faintly. “And I’m sure Elizabeth thinks I got involved because of our past. That was part of it. I never really liked her. And maybe I wanted to be on the sidelines when she finally got what was coming to her.”

“But you’re here, having this conversation with me—”

“I became a lawyer because I wanted do something good with my life. To be better than I was before. I like the challenge. I don’t mind taking a case to trial even if it’s a longshot. But I’m a little funny — because I want my defendants to be guilty. There’s no victory in watching Elizabeth go down for something she didn’t do.” Gia got to her feet. “Just my luck. I finally get a chance for a little bit of revenge, and my conscience won’t let me enjoy it. Reynolds wants payback for the Pikeman investigation falling apart. He’s not going to quit until we force him to. Are you interested?”

Sorry! We had a power outage and it took ten minutes for everything to come back up, and then the Liason scene ran long — anyway. Written in 85 minutes.

Oh, and I forgot the chronology of the Face of Deception stuff. I don’t remember what Carly and Gia knew and when, and I’ve decided I don’t care, lol.

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Wednesday, September 25, 2025

 Webber House: Living Room

Though he’d done little more than sit in a court room while important decisions in his life were decided by other people, there was still a tinge of fatigue that swept over Jason as he closed the front door behind him, and dropped his keys on the table next to the door.

A veteran of several murder trials as a defendant and countless other hearings, it never got easier to place his life or the ones he cared about in someone’s hands, but Sam had left Jason no choice. He knew that — but that still didn’t offer much peace of mind.

He heard the thudding of sneakers on the steps and looked over just as Danny crashed around the corner and hit the landing, catching himself before he went tumbling. “Sorry,” he said. “I slipped on the last few steps. Uh—” He folded his arms, cleared his throat. “How did it, um, go?”

“Exactly as Diane said it would,” Jason said, and Danny’s shoulders slumped. He looked away. “I’m sorry. Your attorney told the court that you were conflicted, that you felt guilty, but that ultimately you didn’t feel safe with your mom.”

“Yeah, I figure that’d be the deal breaker,” he muttered. Danny dropped to sit on the landing, dragging his hands through his hair. “Do you know what happened with Scout?”

“The same. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not the one who punched Elizabeth with security cameras filming everything.” Danny raised his eyes to his father. “Is…is Mom okay?”

Jason came towards him, leaned against the back of the sofa. “She was upset. But there wasn’t a lot of choices, Danny. The one good thing that came from this—the judge is going to let me decide how much visitation your mom gets.”

Danny furrowed his brow. “What?”

“It just has to be supervised. I don’t much care who’s there,” Jason added. “I figure your grandmother or your aunts are good. Dante if he wants to. And if there are other choices, we can talk about them. And you can see her as much as you want.”

“Oh.” His son looked at the ground, processed that information. “That’s…not so bad. I—I could see her tomorrow?”

“Your grandmother is calling me tonight to set up the details. Danny, this was never about taking you away from your mom—”

“I know. I know. And I asked you—” Danny climbed to his feet. “I asked you to do something, right? I wanted to see the doctor, and you said you’d make it happen. I know Mom made it harder. But—”

“She’s your mother.”

“Yeah.” Danny paused. “Will—can she see Scout, too? Or—”

“Drew’s going with supervised visits from family services. Two hours a week. It’s not fair,” Jason added when Danny scowled. “But we can’t do anything right now to change it. Your mom has to do a few things for the court, but if you stay on the right track, if maybe we can get your grades a little better, when we go back to court in December—it’ll be different.”

“Thanks. I know this sucked for you—”

“I don’t matter, Danny, you do.”

“Still.” Danny approached him, somewhat awkwardly, almost as if he wanted to hug his father, but hung back at the last minute. “I’m gonna call Grandmom. See what time tomorrow.”

He turned and a few minutes later, Jason heard the thudding of sneakers in the opposite direction. He hoped that this would be end of problems with Sam, but he couldn’t be that lucky.

Metro Court Hotel: Restaurant

Spinelli stepped out of the elevator and spied his quarry across the room behind the bar. “Valkyrie, as you requested.”

Carly threw up her hands. “Thank God! I’ve been waiting forever – not your fault. I just can’t seem to sit still. Did you know the FBI searched the crime again today?”

“I did. Michael keeps us well-informed.” Spinelli slid onto the stool, wondering what mischief Carly was intending to stir up. “We expected it—”

“Elizabeth told me that Diane already knows that Gia Campbell — who came to the search — is on the case. That you’re handling it, but Spinelli, neither of you knew Gia. I did—”

“She worked for you at Deception, yes?”

“I only stayed with the company for another six months or so after the competition, and she was there for another year—but that’s not the important. It’s the competition itself. I’m sure if you did your research you know that we initially chose Elizabeth as the Face of Deception and that Gia took over when Elizabeth stepped back.”

“It was in one of the articles. Elizabeth suggested the relationship was hostile—”

“Gia hated Elizabeth. Like full-out sabotage-level hatred. She was ruthless.” Carly grimaced. “At the time, I approved of all of it, you know? I knew Gia was better suited for the job, and I really didn’t like Elizabeth. Well, that’s not true. I don’t like her now. I hated her then.” She paused. “Well, I don’t not like her. I just—”

“Valkyrie.”

“Right. Not the point. At the time, I was really amused. And it felt like Gia and I were a team because we had a common enemy. I campaigned hard for her to get the job, but Laura had the deciding vote and she played favorites. Elizabeth was a pretty girl, but she didn’t always photograph well. You know, a little flat. She probably would have improved, but it didn’t get that far. She had one photoshoot, and quit almost immediately.”

“This is all information we know—”

“This is probably where I’m the asshole, and it’d be great if you didn’t, you know, mention any of this information came from me.” Carly paused. “Gia was angry when she didn’t get the job. She did whatever she could to delay or sabotage Elizabeth — including locking her out on the roof of the building when we were announcing the winner. And she told me that she’d tried to convince Elizabeth in other ways.” She bit her lip. “Gia and Nikolas were dating at the time, and he’d told her something particularly…private about Elizabeth. Several years earlier, Elizabeth had…she’d been attacked by a photographer.”

Spinelli tipped his head to the side. “What?”

“She was sixteen or something. Young. Too young. Not that you’re—” Carly shook her head. “Anyway. Gia tried to use it against Elizabeth — you know, how can you stand to have your picture taken, yada yada. I just know it didn’t work — but then I—” she swallowed hard. “I told Gia I had an idea. Something to convince Elizabeth once and for all she couldn’t do the job. I booked her first photo shoot at a studio…where Tom Baker had held her hostage. Not where he’d…hurt her. This was almost a year later. But it’s where she found out…”

“You…” Spinelli had to stop. “You booked the studio on purpose?”

“I didn’t—I just wanted her to see it wasn’t the right—okay, it was awful. Terrible. But Gia and I planned it together.” Carly pressed a hand to her stomach. “I was awful to her during the shoot. Insulting her appearance. Throwing her off. She ran out, upset, and quit the next day. Gia and I toasted to our victory.”

“That’s…okay.” Spinelli rubbed his temple. “Okay. That’s a lot.”

“I’m not dragging up ancient history because I enjoy it — it’s obviously not something I’m proud of, but I’m telling you this story because Gia delighted in causing her pain. She intentionally made things worse with Lucky and Elizabeth, telling him that she was cheating with Jason — she thought if she made Lucky break up with her, Laura would drop her support of Elizabeth. There was nothing Gia wouldn’t do to get what she wanted. Elizabeth was in her way.”

“That does put a different spin on it, and it makes sense Elizabeth didn’t go into that kind of detail. She…didn’t know it.” Spinelli paused. “But you’ve lived long enough to regret these actions. How can we know Gia Campbell didn’t?”

“Maybe she’s moved on. But she was also pretty jealous of attention Elizabeth got from Nikolas. Nikolas, who went on to have an affair with Elizabeth? Who set up a scholarship in her name? As someone who’s held grudges for far less, I just don’t know if that’s a risk you should be taking. Because if Elizabeth is in actual danger of going to jail—Jason’s going to do something really stupid, like confess to a crime he didn’t commit.”

“Perhaps you’re right. We ought to be a bit more interested in Gia Campbell. I’ll take the message to Diane—”

“Spinelli —” Carly held out a hand. “I’m serious. Please…please don’t tell Jason about any of this. It was a lifetime ago, and I feel awful about it. He probably wouldn’t hold it against me, but the thought of him knowing how petty and nasty I was back then — probably wouldn’t be a surprise,” she muttered to herself. She sighed. “Never mind. Do whatever you have to do with the information. Keeping Jason from being a martyr is our first priority.”

“Understood.”

Even after Spinelli was gone, Carly was still not convinced she’d done enough. There had to be something more she could to curb whatever danger Gia brought to the table. She tapped her fingers on the bar for another minute, then snatched her phone from the purse beneath.

“Maxie? Hey, it’s Carly. I have an amazing idea for Deception. Let’s set up a meeting.”

Chase’s Apartment: Living Room

Chase made a few more notes beneath Sonny’s name, then stepped back to consider the new suspect he’d added to the board. There was little hope that they’d ever be able to tie the gun to Sonny. Even if the FBI was able to raise the serial number, it wouldn’t be traced to Sonny.

But the thought that Sonny Corinthos might be covering up for Kristina after the fact was an interesting one. He didn’t think Sonny had sent Kristina to deal with Cates — that didn’t fit with the way Chase had seen him treat women. Sonny was quick to anger — and quick to throw away women he felt had betrayed him. He’d divorced Nina Reeves over very little.

But as a father, if he suspected Kristina was involved, what would he do? Keep the security footage that would torpedo her alibi from being handed over, absolutely. Fabricate an artificial tip? One that would lead to a planted gun in someone else’s car?

If Kristina had hoped to frame Jason, would Sonny sit by and let that happen? Chase hadn’t been around for the peak of the pair’s power, but he could read articles, look at records. Jason had been Sonny’s right hand man for nearly all the years the man could remember. Sonny prized loyalty — but over his own child?

It was just hard to tell — and too many unknown variables.

Chase’s phone rang, and he reached into the pocket of his jeans. “Detective Chase.”

“Oh, I’m glad I caught you before you were done for the day. We spoke a few days ago? I’m Gia Campbell from the U.S. Attorney’s Office.”

Chase frowned, turned away from his board. “Ms. Campbell, yes. I sent you copies of our witness interviews, but there’s not much more I can or intend to share.”

“I understand that. I would still like to set up a meeting. Are you interested?”

Webber House: Jake’s Bedroom

Danny sat at Jake’s desk, the chair turned towards the bed where Aiden and Jake were sitting, both their backs against the headboard. “I really don’t have to be here—”

“It’s dialing,” Jake said. He sat up, laid the laptop on the bed, turning it slightly so that all three of them could see it. A moment later a video box came up, and Cameron was there. “Hey, sorry we’re late.”

“You’re good. I only have ten minutes before I have to go out—” Cam leaned forward slightly. “Today was the big day, right, Danny? How’d it go?”

“Me? Oh.” Surprised that Cameron knew about the custody hearing or cared enough to ask, Danny answered, “The way my dad said it would. But I get to see my mom as much as I want. With supervision.”

“That’s pretty fair. Still a crappy situation, but it could have been worse.” Cameron’s gaze flicked to his other brother. “I hope Aiden made fun of you when you got suspended. It’s not as bad as getting arrested, but—”

“Hey, I still don’t have a criminal record,” Jake said. “I think out of the four of us, I’m still winning.”

“My name wasn’t on the police report,” Aiden pointed out.

“No, but Mom’s address is on some dispatch report, so—” Jake flicked his brother’s shoulder. “You still coming this Friday?”

“Yeah.” Cameron grimaced. “I tried to talk Mom into letting me stay until after that motion hearing next week, but it wasn’t even a question. There’s no way she’s gonna let Aiden go — so our mission this week is to get you in that room.”

“We got to go to her bail hearing,” Jake said. “But yeah, that was Dad’s call. And it was more for Mom to see us on the dumb little Zoom screen. I’ve already got a plan if she tells me now. I talked to Michael, and he’s gonna pick me up after Mom and Jason leave for Syracuse. He figures he’ll take heat for it, but he says he’d want to be there for his mom.”

“Good. I still wish I could be there, but this is as good as we can get. I know Mom and Jason mean well, but I don’t really trust them to tell us how bad this really is straight. Mom’s like, go live your life and be normal, but she’s got federal charges of murder over her head.” Cameron almost sounded disgusted. “I’m supposed to think about microbiology? No. And Michael would probably make it sound less bad.”

“Okay, sounds like a good plan. Oh, hey—” Jake said. “I know you and Joss are still frosty, but you and Trina are good, right?”

“Why?” Cameron asked, furrowing his brow with suspicion.

“Because Danny is being forbidden from even talking to his sister, and I figure with Trina living on their estate, maybe we could smuggle him or something.”

Danny sat up, surprised by the request. “What?”

“Oh. Well, you should have led with that. Yeah, I’ll call Trina and see what we can manage. I gotta go, though. See you in a few days.”

Cameron’s video disappeared, and Jake closed his laptop. Aiden slid off the bed, but Danny was still stuck in his position. “You didn’t have to do that. I didn’t know you were going to do that.”

“Look, if someone was keeping me from one of my brothers, I’d be pissed.” Jake got to his feet, laid his laptop on his desk and went over to his artist’s table, sitting on the stool. “Drew’s being a dick because, apparently, he got some kind of lobotomy in the slammer. He’s almost never around. I feel pretty confident we could figure out a way to get you guys in contact. And maybe we could give her a sort of fake phone you could text or call her on. I’m still working on that one.”

Danny swallowed hard. “Thank you. I—thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Still have to get away with it.” Jake cracked his knuckles. “But I’m interested in the challenge.”

Webber House: Elizabeth’s Bedroom

Elizabeth sat on the bed, still rubbing lotion into her hands with her eyes narrowed at the doorway. “The boys are up to something.”

Jason, already in bed, sitting up against the head board with his legs stretched out, looked at her. “What?”

“They were very quiet at dinner. Danny’s always quiet. But Jake and Aiden were, too, tonight. I don’t now what it is — but it’s something.” She curled one leg beneath her. “You were a little quiet, too. I know today must have been hard.”

Jason hesitated, then shook his head. “Annoying. But not hard. I warned Sam over and over again that if she pushed me, I’d have to push back. I hate that I had to do this — or that Danny’s been upset by it. Or his sister. But you know how Danny had an attorney assigned to him?”

“Yeah?”

“When Sam first suggested that I could see Danny with supervision, I was willing to deal with it. And I didn’t question it when she said she wanted it to be Jake,” Jason said. “I should have, but I knew you and Sam were civil, I knew that Jake and Danny were close. And I knew it might be difficult because Jake didn’t really want to be around me, but he was willing to do it for Danny. And as long as you were with us.” Jason looked at us. “I didn’t question it,” he repeated. “But it’s clear to me now — Sam never meant for those visits to happen. She assumed Jake would refuse — because he’d been refusing most of the summer. And that it would be the end of it.”

“She didn’t account for Jake being willing to make himself unhappy for his brother,” Elizabeth replied, and Jason shook his head. “I didn’t know that. I thought it was her idea from the start — that Jake and I would be part of it. That’s how Jake framed it — but maybe he thought I’d try to force you guys to go alone. I didn’t question it either.” She paused. “What made you think about that?”

“She never meant for those visits to happen,” Jason repeated, “and every time they did, she interrogated Danny about everything that happened or was said.”

Elizabeth made a face, but remained silent, and he sighed. “I wish I’d know that,” he said. “It bothers me. No, today was irritating because I hate sitting around listening to people talk about me, but it wasn’t difficult. Not when Diane and Danny’s attorney listed all the reasons Sam was making Danny miserable.”

“That’s a good way of looking at it.” Elizabeth slid beneath the comforter, and leaned over to switch off her light. But Jason didn’t turn off his, which made her roll back with her brows lifted. “Are you okay?”

“Just thinking. Now that the hearing is over and Danny’s doing better, I’m going to talk to Spinelli tomorrow.  I know I can’t go around punching people,” he added, and she sat back up. “But there has to be something I can do for your case. I don’t like being shut out of it—” He paused. “What? Why are you looking at me that way?”

She bit her lip, then laid back down, staring at the ceiling. “Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” Jason shifted to his side, leaning on his elbow. “What?”

“The custody hearing was eight hours ago. And you’re already looking for the dragon to slay.” She sighed. “And that sounds awful because it’s my case you’re worried about, and obviously I want it all over, but you can’t even wait a full day before looking for another problem to solve.” She twisted her head slightly to meet his eyes, but they were shadowed, from the darkness on her side of the room and the dim light on his. “You’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Frustrated.”

“Stop trying to—” Jason sat up, and she came up as well, holding herself slightly apart. “This is about what we talked about at the warehouse, isn’t it? How I always want to go save someone?” He looked at her. “Maybe I’ve gone too far in the past, but this is your life. Your freedom at stake. I’m not going to apologize for wanting to help end it.”

She pressed her lips together, considered her answer carefully. “It’s my life and my freedom. And we’ve placed it in Diane’s hands. Diane who has steered you through a murder trial and managed to get you acquitted. With much more damning evidence, I might add,” she said, and he sighed. “You told me we could trust Diane, didn’t you? That if we followed her advice, this would be okay.”

“Yes—”

“Her advice is sit back and let her handle it. Let Spinelli investigate within the confines of the law. I’m not in any danger, Jason. We’re months away from trial. The FBI wants me out on bail to get to you—”

“And when they figure out there’s nothing to get either of us for with you out here?” Jason wanted to know. “They’ll want to put pressure on you again—”

“They might. And if—” Elizabeth paused, because the thought was almost too awful to bear. “If they end up putting me back inside until the trial, that would be awful. And I would hate every minute of it. But I got through it before. I can do it again. They still have to convict me, Jason.”

“I know—”

“Diane told us how to handle this. It’s not easy for me, either, you know. The boys are stressed about it. I know they won’t admit it, but they are. Cameron’s wasting his time coming home every other weekend because he can’t stand to be away, and I can’t argue with him because—” She bit her lip “Because you’re right. The feds might try to revoke my bail. And I want all the time with my boys I can stand. Jason, I know it’s hard to do nothing. Especially for you. You need the mission, and the one Diane gave us isn’t enough for you.”

Jason shook his head. “It’s not. That’s why—”

“Fine. Ask Spinelli for something to do. Maybe you can sort paper or something.” Elizabeth laid back down, rolled over on her side away from Jason.

“Now you’re the one that’s mad.” His voice came from near her ear. He’d laid down, curling his body around her, his warmth flooding through her.

“I’m not mad. I’m just—I’m scared,” Elizabeth admitted. She rolled onto her back so that she could see his face. “You were distracted by everything with Danny and Sam, and now that’s over, and you’re immediately looking for the next task. Your next adrenaline rush. But it’s not always like that. Sometimes my life is boring. It’s getting up and going to work, and coming home and being the boys, and then doing it again the next day. And you’re bored in the first twelve hours—” She stopped when he tugged her across him, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. She braced her hands on his chest so she could sit up slightly. “This is my life, Jason. Especially right now.”

“Then this is my life, too.” When she made a face, he continued, “I’m not bored. But you’re right. I need a problem to solve. And I don’t know what to do with myself without one. That’s something I need to work on. But I can do it. Because I want this. Being with you, getting up, going to work, being with the boys at night, and then doing it all again. I want it—”

“But can it be enough?” she asked softly. “Is it enough to want it? It never has been before.”

“I’ll make it enough.”

She might have protested again, but he kissed her, rolling them so that she was beneath him again and she let it go. Better to focus on the here and now.

Tomorrow was soon enough to worry about everything that came next.

Written in 80 minutes. The court scene took a bit, and I had to rewrite it slightly (still not right but oh well), and I wanted to get the planned scenes in since I really wanted to end on this beat.

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Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Quartermaine Estate: Foyer

Michael had the door already open before Caldwell could knock or ring the doorbell. He’d seen the cadre of vehicles enter through the estate gates —a few unmarked dark sedans and two white vans with the FBI logo on the side.

“How kind of you to greet us personally,” Caldwell remarked, passing by Michael into the foyer where he locked eyes with Tracy who lifted her chin in defiance. He turned back to face the young man. “But it wasn’t necessary.”

Michael grimaced, started to close the door, but a smaller, more delicate hand slapped against it, and a slender woman slid through, her dark hair coiled at her nape with a cool smile playing faintly on her lips. “Not so fast, Mr. Corinthos.”

He furrowed his brow — he knew her, didn’t he? Something about her face—

“As you’re aware by now, the FBI doesn’t need a warrant to search the premises, but Assistant U.S. Attorney Campbell has prepared one anyway. Just to be careful.”

She held out the legal paper, but Michael ignored it, looked at the FBI agent. “You’re not going to find anything that makes Elizabeth or my uncle look guilty. Because they’re not. Elizabeth and I heard the gunshots. We were together. We ran towards them, and Elizabeth tried to keep Cates alive until the ambulance could get here. She tried to help him—”

“Michael.” His great-aunt came towards him, touched his sleeve. “There’s no point in arguing. Let the agents do their job so they can leave and never come back.”

“I’ll just leave this here,” the woman said, laying the warrant on the table. “Caldwell, if you’re ready?”

“Been ready for weeks. After you, Gia.”

When they’d left, Michael retrieved his phone. “Gia Campbell,” he muttered, tapping it into the Google Search screen.

“I know that name.” Tracy frowned. “Why do I know that name?”

“Worked for the government a number of years — no, no, not that — here! I knew it. She worked for my mother. A long time ago. She was a model at Deception.”

“A model?” Tracy folded her arms. “What are the odds a model from Port Charles would be on this case? And when did your mother work at Deception?”

“For about two years a life time ago.” Michael tapped a few keys.

Hey mom do you remember Gia Campbell?

Port Charles Courthouse: Family Court

Jason hadn’t been lying to Danny when he’d told him that this entire situation sucked, and the hearing would only make it worse.

Sam had come in a few minutes after him, followed by her mother, her expression pale and drawn. She’d had a hearing an hour before this one with Drew — and while Diane hadn’t gathered the specifics, she knew that Drew had retained custody.

His ex-wife’s hands were trembling slightly when she took her seat at the other table, and Jason looked away, straight ahead at the judge’s bench and witness stand. He and Sam might be on the opposite ends of the world right now, and it was hard to remember when he’d been in love with her — but they had loved one another once. And he knew how much she’d wanted to be a mother. How she’d grieved her stillborn daughter —

His resolve to go through with this hearing, to gain primary custody, hadn’t changed. But he wasn’t enjoying putting Sam through this.

“Good morning.”

The judge’s brisk tones brought Jason back, and he focused on the man sitting on the bench,  his chest tight, his hands clenched in his lap.

“We’re here on the matter of Jason Morgan versus Samantha McCall, with the respondent’s return following the issuance of a temporary emergency custody order…” The judge continued laying out the plan for the hearing, and Jason didn’t pay close attention after that. He wasn’t required to speak unless spoken to, and Diane would take point. It was a relief, he knew, to not have to testify.

“Ms. Miller, you may proceed.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” Diane rose to her feet. “I’ll keep my remarks brief as the petition is detailed, and Your Honor has already indicated you’ve reviewed it. My client is not seeking to terminate the minor child’s contact with his mother. That wouldn’t be in anyone’s best interests. But Ms. McCall’s actions over the past few months, and specifically the last few weeks have suggested that she is not the best custodial parent at this time. I described her attempts at parental alienation, limiting and even forbidding contact, abandonment of the minor during a legal situation, refusal to consent to medical treatment, and unfortunately, a physical altercation instigated by Ms. McCall in the minor’s presence. With the addition of the physical fight between the minor and the other teenager in Ms. McCall’s home, Mr. Morgan seeks to be named as the primary custodian with Ms. McCall having supervised and limited contact with her son until the court has determined she is more stable.”

“I’ve read your petition and reviewed the attached affidavits.” The judge peered at the other table. “Ms. Davis?”

“Your Honor.” Alexis rose to her feet. “Ms. McCall admits freely that she has not handled the situation of her ex-husband’s return to Port Charles well. Though Mr. Morgan was working undercover with the FBI for a worthy cause, I’d like to remind the court that his family — including his sons — believed their father had died. There was a funeral. A stone to visit in a cemetery. Ms. McCall worried for her son’s emotional and physical safety, understandably. She learned of her son’s substances issues and made mistakes in how she handled that as well. But she has done everything she can to support her son, despite her worries that Mr. Morgan’s live in partner is attempting parental alienation of her own. We ask that the court order a more equal custodial arrangement, perhaps trading weeks with each parent.”

“And Ms. Graber? As the attorney for the child, what would you like to offer?”

A woman sitting in the jury’s box rose to her feet, and Jason watched her, unsure what weight her testimony would offer — and how Danny’s voice would be heard.

“The minor is extremely conflicted, as one might expect. He loves his mother and he feels guilty. The details of our conversation are in the report, covering the period of the summer when his mother limited and even forbid contact, interrogated him after every visit that did occur, the incident that led to her abandonment, the refusal to consent for treatment—” She paused. “And the incident on September 21 when Ms. McCall assaulted Ms. Webber for bringing the minor to Ms. McCall’s residence. He expressed fear for the first time of what his mother might do. He had wanted to ask her to be part of his therapy, and Ms. Webber was supporting him. And in return, his mother had become furious, took his phone so he couldn’t warn anyone, and went to confront Ms. Webber. Ms. McCall assaulted Ms. Webber, the details of which are in the police report and security camera footage.” She paused. “The minor would like to remain in his father’s custody, though he hopes he can see his mother.”

The judge nodded, shuffled some papers. “I see that none of the details or arguments have shifted since we last spoke.” He looked at Alexis, at Sam. “I can understand Ms. McCall’s concern after her ex-husband returned from the dead, so to speak. And if she had come to the court at that point to ask for relief, to restrict visitation, this might have ended very differently.”

Sam let out a small sound and her mother reached for Sam’s hand, squeezing it.

“But it’s not six months ago, Ms. McCall, and I have Mr. Morgan who has affidavits from the FBI supporting that he was working undercover and helped to uncover a very dangerous criminal. He has reestablished himself as a father in his other son’s life, as a man with a full-time job and stable household. The minor child has expressed fear remaining in your custody, and you have constructively abandoned him, refused him medical treatment, and committed a violent act in his presence. Your home is not fit for him, Ms. McCall.”

“Your Honor,” Alexis began, but the judge held up his hand.

“My mind is made up, Ms. Davis. This court rules that the custody order continues. Daniel Morgan will remain in Jason Morgan’s primary custody. His mother may have supervised visitation. Additionally, Ms. McCall, I am ordering you to complete two months of anger management. You should be thanking Ms. Webber for not pressing charges. The video footage is very concerning. Your minor son is clearly distressed and upset, and you showed little to no awareness that he was even present.”

Diane got to her feet. “Your Honor, on the subject of supervision—”

“Ms. Miller?”

“My client would like to make this as painless as possible for his son. We would be satisfied with Ms. McCall being supervised by her mother, either of her sisters, or anyone else Ms. Davis chooses as often as Danny is comfortable with.”

The judge lifted his brows, then looked at Alexis and Sam again. “Once again, Ms. McCall, consider yourself lucky. I’ll leave the schedule up to Mr. Morgan, with a hearing to reconsider set for December. Court is adjourned.”

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

Elizabeth made a face when she saw Carly step out of the elevator — and head straight for her. She’d hoped to avoid this conversation for as long as possible, and maybe Carly had waited out of courtesy, but that didn’t mean she was looking forward to it.

“Hey! I figured you’d be working today. You’re always working,” Carly said, reaching her. “Can you take a few minutes?”

Elizabeth pursed her lip. “Wasn’t that the same reason you were so sure Lucky was the father? Because I hadn’t immediately quit my job to enjoy the gravy train?”

Carly wrinkled her nose. “Do we have to talk about ancient history today? I mean, we do because that’s why I’m here, but that’s not the event I wanted to discuss. It’s something much more important.”

“I’m sure it is.” Elizabeth clicked a few screens, then stepped out from behind the counter gesturing for Carly to head over to the cluster of sofas. “How can I help you?”

“I’m here to help you. The FBI is at the Quartermaines,” Carly told Elizabeth. “They’re searching again—”

“They lifted injunction yesterday and it’s not raining, so we knew that would happen. If that’s it—”

Carly snagged Elizabeth’s elbow to stop her from returning to work. “Aren’t you interested in who came to search? Because it’s an old friend. Well, not friend, I suppose. But enemy.”

Elizabeth hesitated, then turned to face Carly fully. “What do you mean?”

“Gia Campbell. Michael remembered that she worked with me, so he let me know she was there. He doesn’t remember that you knew her at all, so of course he was wondering why some model from his childhood is showing up at the estate today.” Carly raised her brows. “But you know and I both know she hated your guts.”

Elizabeth released a breath. “Oh. Yeah, we knew Gia was on the case. We found out last week, and no, we don’t know why. Diane’s got a plan, so—”

“Good. Good. Because maybe you don’t remember or know, but Gia really hated you.” Carly folded her arms. “She and I had a lot in common back then — not the hating of you, except sure. But I knew she was as greedy and as ambitious as I was, you know? So if you need anyone to testify about what a horrorshow she was and how she’s absolutely holding a grudge because Laura picked you when Gia was the better choice, I’ll do it.”

“I can’t decide if you’re insulting me or not, because you’re right. Gia should have won. And she ended up taking the job, so—”

“But she was runner-up, and she knows it.” Carly made a face. “And you weren’t the worst model, okay? I just really hated you. That one ad campaign you did — we did pretty well.”

Elizabeth opened her mouth, then closed it, confused. “Did you just—are you being nice to me?”

“It’s uncomfortable for me, too, don’t worry. But Jason gets to be with Jake, and that’s all I ever wanted for him. And I guess he likes you, too, and I’ve given up trying to get rid of you, so—” Carly paused. “I know what you’re going through sucks. But you’re listening to Diane, right? You’re doing everything she tells you to?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Good. I didn’t,” Carly added almost as an afterthought. “And it was the worst mistake of my life. I thought I knew better, and I tried to take a deal when Nelle was framing me, and I—” She swallowed hard, folded her arms, and looked away. “I ended up somewhere that nearly destroyed me, so—don’t go to prison. Because if you end up there, Jason will do what he did with Michael and confess to get you out, so just—don’t be stupid.”

Kevin & Laura’s Condo: Living Room

Dante stared down at the phone in his hand, then at Rocco sprawled out on the living room sofa. He approached his son, and sat on the edge of the coffee table. “Maybe you don’t care anymore, but Sam lost her hearings.”

Rocco didn’t look at him, kept his eyes trained on the ceiling above. “Both of them?”

“Yes. Drew and Jason have primary custody until at least December. Drew’s only going to let Sam have one two-hour visit a week. With some stranger from family services. Jason’s letting Danny see Sam with her grandmother or aunts as much as he wants.”

Rocco grimaced. “That…” He sat up, leaned back against the sofa. “Doesn’t really seem fair. Danny was screwing up more. Scout—she’s—she probably really hates this.”

“Yeah. It doesn’t.” Dante paused. “I know you don’t like Sam. I’m sorry I didn’t see it before—”

“I don’t—” Rocco shook his head. “I don’t hate her. I just—I mean, she’s not exactly my favorite, okay? But it was just how she was treating Danny, okay? And you know she’s been mental about it. I didn’t like it.”

“I didn’t like it either, and I should have tried hard to mediate. I should have seen you were unhappy. That doesn’t make anything you’ve done right, Rocco. Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

“Yeah, whatever. I don’t even care anymore.”

Dante waited a moment. “Your grandmother told me she took you to Silver Water. That you’re…struggling with your mother’s condition—”

“Struggling. That’s like Grandma. Always making something seem better than it is. I told her I wanted Mom to die. To turn off the machines and just let it happen.” His eyes were damp and Rocco dropped them to his lap. “And I’m not sorry. It’s how I feel.”

“You think that makes me angry?” His son’s only respond was the jerking of his shoulder, and Dante sighed. “You don’t want your mother to die, Rocco—”

“Don’t tell me what I want!” Rocco snapped, raising his head, his eyes glimmering with fury. “I know—”

“You want her to wake up. And you think that’s not an option. You want to stop living in the gray space. The middle where we get nothing. There’s no closure. How do you grieve someone who isn’t dead? But she’s gone all the same. So you want it to be over. There’s no shame in that, Rocco. No shame in resenting Sam because she’s not your mother. No shame in resenting Danny because he got his father back.”

Rocco dragged his forearm under his eyes. “I just…it’s too hard, Dad. All of it. And I want it to go away. So I make it go away.” He met his father’s gaze. “I make it go away however I can, and I’m not sorry for that.”

“I get it now. I didn’t before, and I’m sorry. I’m here now, and I’m ready to deal with this however you need me to. It might take me a few weeks to get a place of our own or maybe we can go to Grandma Olivia’s—”

“If we go back to the penthouse—” Rocco pressed his lips together. “If I knock my shit off and Sam stops punching people, will Scout get to come home?”

“I—” Dante tilted his head. “What?”

“Scout. Her father’s an asshole. Like a giant one who’s never given a shit about her, and she’s like—she doesn’t deserve this. Maybe Sam’s an asshole about Danny, but she’s not—Scout shouldn’t be part of any of this. I can’t—” He stopped. “I can’t fix Mom. Or you or Sam. Or Danny. But Scout’s just a kid. I can make that better, can’t I?”

“I—” Dante exhaled slowly. “It means a lot to me that you’re thinking about her at a time like this. Let’s…let’s talk about this more. Maybe we can do something to help her that isn’t going to make you unhappy, too. But I’m proud of you for thinking of her.”

Quartermaine Estate: Boat House

Gia couldn’t remember now if she’d ever actually been to the Quartermaine estate during her short tenure in Port Charles. She and Emily had never truly made peace in the year they’d known each other, so she’d never been invited —

She stood on the deck at the boat house, looking at the crime scene photos, then at the deck again, trying to get a better sense of what had happened here. While the crime scene unit had done their search, she’d walked through Elizabeth and Michael’s statement again — their trek from the terrace to the gardens —

“Gia.”

She looked up to find Caldwell climbing the stairs towards her, a plastic evidence bag in either hand. “We find something?”

“Jackpot. The missing bullet — we think,” he said, holding one bag up higher. “Gotta get it to match the fourth casing. But it’s not damaged as bad as the others. Might be able to match it.”

“That’s—that’s promising—” Gia looked at the other bag, frowned. “And that?”

“Not really sure. But we told the techs to bag anything that wasn’t trash.” He lifted it. “We think it’s a—”

“Heel.” Gia took the bag, examined it more closely. “From a woman’s shoe. Where’d you find it?”

“Pathway from the gardens.”

We ran…

“Webber came in to the PCPD that night in sneakers. I figured she’d ditched her shoes because they had blood on it,” Caldwell continued, and Gia looked at him. “We should get a search warrant to match them—”

“It broke when she ran down to the boat house,” Gia said, and he frowned. “That’s what her statement said. What Michael Corinthos has always said. They heard the shot and ran. I’ve—” She looked back at the wooded path. “I’ve run in heels before. They break pretty easily if you put the wrong pressure on them. It snapped when they ran towards the gunshots.”

The agent didn’t respond, and she looked at him. “She’s not lying. None of them are.”

“We…we don’t know that.”

“Don’t we?” Gia handed the bag back, rubbed her forehead. “Process it. Prepare a report. And get a warrant for Webber’s house — but don’t—don’t serve it yet. Let me think about this.”

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Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Penthouse: Kitchen

Sam watched the remains of her coffee drain out of the sink, then switched off the faucet. “I appreciate you staying over last night, but you really didn’t have to—”

“I told you. Now that my case is over, I’m going to focus on you completely,” Kristina told her sister, leaning against the kitchen counter, her own coffee grasped in both hands. “I need something to think about that isn’t the dumpster fire of everything else in my life.”

Sam sighed, and turned away from the sink, heading towards the doorway and the rest of the penthouse. “I don’t know how I feel about being someone’s charity case—”

“You’re my sister, not charity. And how many times have you put everything on hold for me?” Kristina demanded, following her. Sam turned at the sofa to face her sister. “Do you think I’ve forgotten how you got wrapped up with Shiloh and the Dawn of Day in the first place?”

Sam rubbed her arms, grimaced. “He went after you because of me, Krissy. Because of what I did to his father—”

“But I’m the weak moron who thought he could fix me. I was fragile and useless, and I put everyone in danger because of it. You went to jail, Sam!” Kristina shook her head. “No, you’ve been there for me every step of my life. I’m not going to let you go through this alone. Everyone else might have abandoned you — and don’t think I won’t be getting on Dante for moving out—”

“He did what he needed to do for his son.” Sam scrubbed her hands down her face. “Rocco hates me.”

“He doesn’t. Hey, he doesn’t Sam. He just hates anyone who isn’t his mother.” Kristina folded her arms. “He’s a teenager. I thought I knew everything then, and I didn’t listen to what Mom said. She was right, and I refused to believe that. Rocco will realize his father is doing the best he can, and maybe then you and Dante can piece things back together. But until then, I’m sticking to you like glue.”

“I just—Mom’s gone over what’s going to happen today, and I know—I know she’s going to try to plead my side of things, but she doesn’t believe the words she’s saying.” Sam’s voice thickened. “She can’t see what I see, and she won’t be able to make the judge see. And God, it doesn’t even matter. Because none of it is a legal defense. I really screwed things up, Krissy. Last Saturday. I should have just—” She pressed her lips together. “I should have realized Danny wouldn’t see it the way I do. He thinks Elizabeth is on his side. I should have just pretended to be grateful she gave him a ride, and let him go. But I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t see past the fact that she was doing everything she could to make me look like the crazy one, and I had to go give her and Jason all the ammunition they needed to take my son away.”

“Danny might not see it now,” Kristina said, “but I promise you, a few more weeks of living in that house, he’ll start to understand how Elizabeth twists everything into making herself the victim. I went to talk to her about all of this weeks ago — after you and Jason had that huge fight at the station, right? I just wanted to try to and make peace. And she picked a fight that made me feel like I was wrong. Started talking about her five minutes of experience being a surrogate like it compares in any way to carrying my daughter for all those months—” Kristina took a deep breath. “Danny might not see it now, Sam. But he will. Until then, Mom’s right. We need to play this by the rules. We have to let this play out in court.”

“Supervised visitation,” Sam muttered. “Elizabeth probably loves this, you know? She hated   when I made Jason do that with Danny.” She paused. “I thought if I made Jason agree he could only see Danny with Jake — that it would make Jason back down from forcing it. Because I knew Jake would refuse.”

“Elizabeth probably made Jake go through with it,” Kristina said, and Sam wrinkled her nose. “Didn’t she suggest being there to help Jake handle it? Manipulating everything from the beginning, Sam. But she’s not going to win, okay? Danny will realize she’s pulling the strings, Jason will get bored playing house like he always does, and hey, maybe the FBI will shove her back in jail for a few weeks.”

Sam frowned, looked at her sister. “Why would they do that? She’s out on bail until trial, and she’s—I mean, I’m furious at the whole thing, but I don’t want her in jail. I’ve been there. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.” She got to her feet. “But you’re right. I have to be patient. Take my visitation, and hope Danny sees what I do. And if Jason does get bored with being a househusband, he’ll get the itch to go out and risk his life — and the court will have to see I’m more stable. I just—I have to let things play out. I used to be good at that. Playing the long game. I was a pretty good con artist back in the day. Not something to be proud of,” she admitted, “but there are lessons I can take from it. The board’s been set up, and we just have to let everyone play the roles they’re meant for.”

“Exactly. Everything will take care of itself, Sam, you’ll see.”

Sam smiled, a bit more genuinely now. “I better get ready. Like a lamb to a slaughter, right? Gotta look the part.”

She headed for the stairs, and Kristina watched her go.

Sure, Sam was right — eventually it would all go back the way it was meant to. But sometimes the first domino needed a little help to fall.

Kristina just had to figure out which one to push.

Webber House: Kitchen

Danny slid his cereal bowl to the middle of the counter, the remains of the Lucky Charms becoming little more than a soggy mess. “But I don’t understand why I can’t go. This is about me.”

“I get it.” Jason took the bowl, dumped the remains and rinsed it before putting it in the dishwasher with the rest of the dishes from everyone else who had eaten breakfast more than an hour ago and left for work or school. “And if I were you, I’d want to be there, too. But it’s not how any of this works.”

“But—”

“Danny.” When his son just glared at him, Jason rubbed the corner of his eyebrow with his thumb. “Listen. It’s not that I’m telling you no. The court has strict rules about this kind of thing. They assigned you that lawyer you talked to yesterday. They’re going to go argue on your behalf. Your voice is in the room. They just don’t want you to be there. It’s upsetting—”

“It’s worse to sit at home—”

“It’s worse in the room,” Jason interrupted. “Because Diane needs to stand up and talk about why you need to be with me, why your mother’s house isn’t the right place, and then your grandmother will get up and talk about me and why I’m terrible option for you. It’s things you’ve heard before, I know. But it’s different in a court room. You’re not allowed to react when you want, the way you want. It’s awful, and I don’t want you there for it.”

Danny looked away. “I hate all of this.”

“I know you do.” Jason tipped his head. “I hate it, too. And I did everything I could avoid doing it this way. And, believe it or not, so did your mother. But trying to figure it out on our own — we made it worse. You’ve been put in the middle in a way I never wanted.” He stopped. “Are you worried the attorney they gave you won’t be honest about what you said?”

“I dunno. Maybe she’ll only tell you what she wants. She made it pretty clear,” Danny muttered. “Asked me to describe the last year and then the last few weeks, and she was like, do you feel safe at home, and I—” His voice changed, thickened. “I didn’t answer her. Mom would never, ever hurt me.”

“No, she wouldn’t. I’ve never once worried about that, Danny. I don’t like how she’s handling a lot of things, okay, but I’ve never worried she’d lay a hand on you.”

“But—” Danny lifted his gaze to his father’s. “I was scared. When she didn’t listen to me. When she got on that elevator, and she was so angry. She took my phone and I couldn’t warn Elizabeth. I thought Mom was gonna hurt her. And then she did. I couldn’t stop her. I couldn’t stop either of them. I know Liz is sorry about it, and I guess I don’t really blame her. Mom hit her first, and she was gonna get her arrested.” Danny looked down. “Once I told the attorney that, it kind of felt like she had an opinion.”

“I don’t like what happened that day either,” Jason said after a moment. “And if we could do it again, your mother should have gone with Jake, and I should have driven you to your mother’s. It would have been different. But I honestly thought if she was in the lobby, and Sam never knew she was there—and that’s not your fault for giving her enough information that she guessed it, Danny. It’s not,” he repeated when Danny looked unconvinced. “Your mom lost her temper in front of you. There are consequences for that. Especially in court. But I promise you. I’m not trying to make this worse. I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you can see her as soon as possible, and as much as you want.”

“But it’s up to the court now because of Saturday. Because the cops got involved, and then Rocco and me got in a fight. Yeah, I get it. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Chase’s Apartment: Living Room

“I was surprised to get your call,” Chase said, stepping back to allow Spinelli through the front door. He closed it. “You pretty much know what we do, so there’s not a lot I can give you.”

“I know, but—” Spinelli squinted. “Why are we meeting here anyway? I thought you and Brook Lyn were living on the estate.” He took in the room — where the sofa had been shoved to one side and a large whiteboard was in the center — but the side facing him was blank.

“Well, that was supposed to be temporary,” Chase said. “Until my niece went to live with Finn. But I wanted a place to put things together that isn’t…open to everyone else.” He perched on the arm of the armchair. “Diane Miller has made it clear to you that you have to play by a certain set of rules, right? To have anything you get be admissible, right?”

“Yeah. And she’s taken a step further. I’m not supposed to talk about the investigation with anyone I don’t trust.” Spinelli shoved his hands in pockets. “The problem is that list is pretty short right now. I know Dante’s off the because of Rocco and Danny, and that’s fine. But you’ve made me think you’re taking this seriously. That you’re investigating everything. No matter where it leads.”

“Elizabeth is innocent. Period. But it’s not enough for me to know that,” Chase said. “I have to prove it. Which means I need whoever actually did this. Or I have to do enough to prove the FBI doesn’t have jurisdiction. If we can get this kicked out of federal court, Robert wouldn’t refile locally. I don’t care who did this, Spinelli. Or who they’re connected to.”

“Then let me run something past you and see how it sticks.” Spinelli went to his tote bag, removed a manila folder. “The first thing I did was watch the security footage at Elizabeth’s house. I don’t have the view of the trunk — that’s still tied up in court and the Feds are making it a pain. I don’t think they want me to have it. Or the techstream data from her car to show when the trunk was opened. I was supposed to have both of that this week — and somehow, both of those subpoenas were delayed for another week. The Feds are playing games because they think Elizabeth knows something about Stone Cold, and they’re trying to force her into turning on him.”

“Which is a problem because he doesn’t know anything either,” Chase said, and Spinelli relaxed. “I believe Jason might have wanted Cates out of the picture. I just don’t think he was willing to kill him to do it. And if he had been — this isn’t how he’d do it. You started with the security footage. So did we. And the only thing I have that’s not normal is Kristina. She comes the day after the murder, stays a short period. Elizabeth leaves a few minutes after Kristina. And Kristina comes back to the door. Then leaves again. She had motive, opportunity — and I’ll never prove it, I’m sure she had the means.”

Spinelli closed his eyes, nodded. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or horrified that Chase had followed the same line of evidence. He looked at the detective. “Yeah. When Kristina was asked about the visit, she said something about wanting to help Sam and Jason make peace. There’d been an argument the night before after the kids were questioned. It was a hostile conversation — and Kristina left. Elizabeth doesn’t know Kristina’s my suspect. No one does. But Kristina told me herself that it was a short conversation. That Elizabeth was on her way out.”

“And her reason to go back?”

“To get Elizabeth not to mention that she’d called the baby Adela and not Irene. It’s a sore point between Molly and Kristina — understandably. But not one Kristina has ever showed any evidence of giving a damn about it. Just that one day.”

“And she came back after knowing Elizabeth intended to be leaving.” Chase exhaled slowly. He went to the board, and flipped it over, revealing the division between Alexis and Kristina. “We can’t verify her alibi. She’s meant to be at her apartment — but he’s refusing to hand over footage without a court order, and Sonny’s got a lawyer who isn’t Diane playing games in court.”

“I…was worried about that,” Spinelli said slowly. “Not because I knew Sonny’s lawyer was holding off — but because — I know he knows the details of the case. He knows the weapon and ammunition.”

Chase furrowed his brow. “He does?”

“I can’t prove that in court, but he’s talked to Jason and he had that information in hand. And again, I can’t prove this in court because it’s not really evidence. But I’ve seen inside the safe at Sonny’s office at the restaurant. He keeps the unregistered guns there. The ones without serial numbers.”

Chase looked at his board. “Do you think I’ve got the wrong parent up there?”

“I think Alexis would cover up for Kristina without blinking,” Spinelli said. “But she’d never frame someone as a first choice. Neither would Sonny. But if Kristina had already set up the frame job — I think either of them would cover for her. I think Sonny’s already started.”

“Which means if he finds out she’s an actual suspect—” Chase rubbed his mouth. “Shit. How do we investigate her without Sonny shipping her out of the country?”

“I don’t know. I never—” Spinelli swallowed hard. “I’ve known the family a long time. To think that Sonny is allowing Elizabeth to go through this — I want to think he believes Diane will make this go away. But if you’re telling me his lawyer is delaying footage that would help us eliminate Kristina—I’m not sure of anything anymore.”

“Whatever we do next — we need to do it very carefully,” Chase said. “Or this blows up in our faces.”

Written in 84 minutes. Sorry! I wanted to get all these scenes in this update so I can start a new day in the next part 😛 Merry Christmas!

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Tuesday, September 24, 2025

Pozzulo’s Restaurant: Dining Room

Sonny exhaled with relief, then set his phone aside. “Kristina’s case was dismissed.” Across the table, Michael leaned back, grimaced. “That’s good news,” his father added when Michael said nothing.

“Sure. I just—” Michael shifted, then reached for his fork to push his salad around the plate. “I don’t know. Do you know what she and Alexis were planning with the baby?”

Sonny squinted. “Planning? When? What?”

“Before the accident. Before she fell. Alexis drew up custody papers. She was going to sue TJ for custody. She was going to back out of the surrogate agreement.”

Sonny looked away, dropped his eyes, and Michael tilted his head. “You didn’t know, but you also don’t look surprised.”

“The way she’s, ah, handled everything,” Sonny said, with a slight wave of his hand. “She’s been hard on Molly. And I didn’t miss that she’s calling the baby Adela.” He picked up his bourbon. “Never should have let her go through with this. Just a mistake from beginning to end.”

“There’s a reason they don’t recommend first time mothers become surrogates,” Michael said. “Once Kristina started to feel that baby grow—”

“It’s deeper than that,” Sonny insisted. “She’s…she’s like me. Family—we get obsessive. We do everything to hold them close, even when we should be keeping our distance.” He stroked his jaw. “Even if she’d handed that baby over, she’d have never stopped thinking about it. And we’d have gone on for years. Not that I think it’s some kind of blessing what happened to her—”

“No one thinks, Dad.” Michael shook his head. “I just hope she can move on. To start really healing. Molly can’t heal until Kristina does.”

“Well, Molly should have known better than to let Kristina go through with this,” Sonny retorted, and Michael lifted his brows. “I want my daughter to move on, and stop acting like a fool. Getting into messes that the rest of us have to clean up.” He set his drink down. “Acting on impulse, and making everything worse. She needs to grow up.”

Corinthos & Morgan Warehouse: Main Floor

Jason heaved a sack of coffee beans to one side, then caught sight of a familiar figure winding her through through the main floor towards the cargo dock. “Hey,” he said, greeting Elizabeth with a one-armed hug and a brush of his lips against his temple. “Everything okay? I thought you were on shift until eight—”

“I am, but I took a long lunch. Dante asked to meet with both of us,” she said. “And I figured this was probably the best place—and before you ask—he said it’s not about the case, so I didn’t call Diane. She’s got enough on her plate.”

Jason took her hand, and they headed towards his office, tucked in the corner of the warehouse. “She’s definitely earning her retainer and more.” He held the door open for her, then saw Dante coming through the door at the other side. He gestured for the other man to join them.

“We’re going to owe her a shopping trip in Milan by the time this is done,” Elizabeth said. She dropped her bag on the desk, and waited for Dante to join them.

“Sorry about the short notice,” Dante said when Jason closed the door behind him and went to adjust the blinds. “And thanks for agreeing to meet me.”

“You said it’s not about the case?” Jason asked, leaning against the desk, folding his arms. “Then it’s about Danny.”

“I’m…being removed from the investigation,” Dante said, and Elizabeth frowned. “It was always a little dicey having me on it — but it should have been okay. Our investigation eliminated both of you almost immediately, which meant living with Danny wasn’t an issue.” He paused. “But the boys getting into that fight—it just makes it all little…more complicated. I asked to step side, but the request was coming.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Elizabeth said. “Whatever we’ve been dealing with personally, you’re a good cop, Dante, and I felt better knowing you and Chase were on this. Is…is Chase staying on?”

“Yeah. For now. Like I said, we’re confident in eliminating you guys, and we’d been working on our own list. Chase can follow up from there. But I can’t keep sidestepping all of that, and doing right right by Danny and Rocco.”

“No, the boys—they’re a priority, and they should be. How’s…how’s Rocco doing?” Elizabeth asked. “Aiden was disappointed he couldn’t do more.”

“He’s—” Dante took a moment, collecting his thoughts. “Not great. You know, kids—they’re resilient. Or you think they are. I thought Rocco was handling what happened to his mom, and I thought—” He looked away, pressed his lips together and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m gonna figure out how to get him through this. I, uh, I was gonna testify tomorrow in Sam’s favor,” he told them. “But…Alexis told me it wouldn’t make a difference. And I’m not sure…” He paced away a few steps. “I’m not sure custody should go back the way it was. Not with Danny.” He looked back to Jason. “I left my family, too, you know. But I didn’t let my kid think I was dead. Sam’s never gonna forgive you for that.”

“I’m not concerned with her forgiveness,” Jason said, his tone almost flat.

“You should be. She was the one raising your kid while you were gone. She went too far, putting Danny in the middle of it. But I heard him crying one more too many nights because his father was dead,” Dante retorted. “Maybe it’s easier for Elizabeth to forgive it—”

“Don’t speak for me,” Elizabeth cut in sharply, and he looked at her. “Because I was angry, too. And so was Jake. That’s not what these last few months have been. Don’t do what everyone has done for Sam her whole life. You’re making excuses for her. You think Jake didn’t mourn his father? You think I didn’t have to deal with that? You think I wasn’t mourning the loss of one of my best friends? Sam wasn’t angry about Jason faking his death and you know it.”

Dante scowled. “Don’t tell me—”

“She was pissed that he did it to protect Sonny and Carly, so she took it out on Danny. Just like she’s punishing Danny because she’s angry with me. I’m sorry she has an inferiority complex, Dante. But if you’re here to ask Jason for mercy tomorrow, you’re in the wrong place. She tried to have me arrested for kidnapping, Dante. Do you know what the FBI would have done with that?”

Dante exhaled slowly. “Revoked your bail.”

“You’re damn right. And you said it yourself — you’ve eliminated me. So Sam was willing to take me away from my kids for months, maybe forever — because I sat in the lobby so her son could extend the olive branch. You said you wanted to meet with us both. Why?”

“I thought if we could just talk—”

“I’d forget what Sam’s done for the last few months?” Jason interrupted. “She insisted that Elizabeth supervise visits with Danny and that I could only see him with Jake, and now she’s angry that Danny sees Elizabeth as someone to trust. Because she wanted to punish me, force Jake into visits he wasn’t ready for — it backfired on her. Jake and Danny want to stay together. Sam’s been creating her own problems since the day I met her. She makes herself the victim and then waits for someone to run to her rescue, then wants to complain about how you do it. I know she loves Danny. I know she’s generally a good mother, and I let her set the terms. But that’s over now.”

“Fine. You’ve both made up your minds.” Dante held up his hands in mock surrender. “But  just so you know — Rocco and I are moving out because Rocco doesn’t want to be there either. So tomorrow, after you win your case, and Drew swoops in like a vulture, Sam’s going to be left without any of her kids. But I guess you think she deserves it. She did all the damn work for both their lives, and then both you assholes think you come in and take over. It’s bullshit.”

He slammed the door when he left so hard the glass rattled.

Hanley Federal Building: U.S Attorney’s Offices

Gia knocked on Reynolds’ office door. “I’m heading to Port Charles tonight so I can supervise the crime scene search tomorrow.” She leaned against the door frame. “I heard your other PC case was dismissed.”

“I dropped the charges,” Reynolds said, getting to his feet. “It was always a weak case meant to bolster Cates’ goal in antagonizing Sonny Corinthos. I’ll be able to focus the rest of my attention on this case—”

“Good. We’re going to need it.” Gia paused. “You know the locals are running a parallel investigation, and one of the detectives — he sent me a file with witness interviews. Said he thought we should be aware of what Diane Miller has.”

“It’s local corruption—Corinthos and Morgan have those cops in their pockets. He’s related to one of the investigators—”

“Harrison Chase? He’s married to Brook Lynn Quartermaine. I don’t know if something has changed in twenty years, Noah, but Jason Morgan didn’t give a damn about most of that family, much less extended cousins he didn’t grow up with. And if I remember right, Brook is almost twenty years younger than him.”

Reynolds squinted. “Is there something in these interviews we should know about?”

“The alibi for Elizabeth—” Gia pursed her lips, looked down at her notes. “It’s tight. Really  tight. She’s got a bunch of teenagers who tell the same story — she goes down to the gardens with Michael Corinthos and the shots are heard within five minutes.”

“It’s enough time—”

“Maybe. But I can’t get over Corinthos being the 911 caller,” Gia continued. “If he doesn’t call right away — it’s harder to pin point that. The gunshot witnesses — why are they giving times that make it so tight? Especially when we’re talking about the son of the defendant? Jake Webber could have said the shots happened with his mother still in eye sight.”

“Gia—”

“Noah. These are witnesses we’re going to have to destroy in a trial. And I’ve watched the Webber kid’s interrogation. He holds up. He held up when Caldwell went to his school, his mother was in jail—”

“He’s Jason Morgan’s son. He’s been coached well—”

“What’s the point of being on this case if you won’t listen to me,” Gia interrupted. “I told you that I knew how things worked in Port Charles. I was there when Jason Morgan and Sonny Corinthos were at their peak of power. I’m telling you this doesn’t smell right.”

Reynolds waited a long moment. “We know Jason Morgan is involved. If you’re right, and Webber isn’t pulling the trigger, then she knows something. The gun was in her car. She was on scene when the Cates died. And Morgan just so happens to be right inside the house so his boys could perfectly alibi him? Cates was making his life difficult. I’ve read the Webber file. She’s been in and out of his life since she was her son’s age. I think she’d lie for him. I think she’d do anything to protect him.”

Gia bit her lip. She couldn’t deny that — she knew that Elizabeth was loyal to Jason above pretty much anything else. Or she had been. She’d hid the man in her studio for weeks, lying to Lucky, hadn’t she? And clearly they were still involved.

“I’m just saying I don’t know if we win at trial. Not without really destroying some of these kids on the stand. So if we’re trying to get to the answers, Noah, we’d better hope we find something at the Quartermaines tomorrow.”

Rice Plaza: Office Towers

Danny climbed into the passenger seat. “Took you long enough.”

Jake shifted the SUV from park into drive, then pulled away from the curb. “Hey, I could be enjoying my one day vacation, and I have to spend it dragging you around town. You should be grateful.”

“If it weren’t for me, you’d be vacationing at work and Dad would have taken the car to work.”

Danny wasn’t wrong, but Jake wasn’t gonna admit it. “How’d it go?”

“How do you think?”

“I don’t know. I never had to talk to a lawyer.” Jake paused at a red light. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

Danny hesitated, then jerked a shoulder. “She’s got her mind made up. She watched the security video from Saturday, and some social worker already wrote a report that said Mom’s house is unstable,” he said, the final words were a bit of a mocking tone. He slid a glare out of the corner of his eye. “You agree, so don’t bother to pretend you don’t.”

“Your mom slugged mine, and then was gonna have her charged with kidnapping, Danny. You met that asshole from the FBI. You think he wouldn’t have my mom back in that jail by night time? So yeah, I think your mom is fucking mental which is what you’ve saying for weeks.”

“I hate it. Scout’s at her dad’s, and he won’t even let her talk to me,” Danny bit out. “Mom’s at home, Rocco’s at his grandmother’s. It’s all fucked up, and it’s my fault—”

“You get like twenty percent of the blame, okay? Mom gets five for being dumb enough to try to help, Dad gets like twenty for leaving for two years and your mom gets what’s ever left.” Jake turned onto Elm Street. “I know it sucks, Danny. She’s your mom, and you love her. But do you wanna go back to how it was before? When you could only see Dad for like two hours? Supervised?”

“It’s how it’s gonna be now. Mom’s gonna get supervised visits, the attorney said.” Danny leaned back against the head rest. “I guess it’s fair, right? She did it to Dad, and now karma’s making it happen to her. I just wish we hadn’t gone to that dumbass party. It wasn’t worth it. Now everything’s ruined.”

Jake pulled up to the house, switched off the ignition. “I get it. I do,” he insisted when Danny rolled his eyes. “You think it’s always been easy at my house? Yeah, Mom’s great. Always has been. But she has shitty taste in men. I get older, and I look back at Franco, and I think she married him because he was nice to me. But he was always getting in trouble, and she spent all her time on him. Then he died, and Finn the asshole came along — all I’m saying is — you deal with the hand you’re dealt. Your mom is getting a wake up call. The same one mine got when she got wrapped up with that stupid Esme shit last year. Mom got her act together, and then we drop kicked Finn into rehab and we never have to think about him again. Your mom will figure it out, you’ll get visits with her, and she’ll get you and your sister back by Christmas. If not sooner. Because you know Dad’s not out for blood.”

“Yeah.” Danny exhaled slowly. “Yeah. Dad didn’t want to do this. I used to be mad he wasn’t fighting back, but now that he is, I get why he didn’t want to do this. I didn’t—” His voice shook slightly. “I didn’t want to tell her all the stuff Mom said about Dad, about Elizabeth. About you, you know? She’s my mom, it’s like—”

“It’s disloyal.”

“Yeah.” Danny looked at his brother. “And she told me to be honest, and I had to like — I had to say I like it at your house. I always did. And I like living with Dad. He’s there when I wake up, and when I go to bed, and I never had that before. I know that’s his fault, you know? But I still like it. And you’re an asshole, but—”

“I like how things are, too,” Jake agreed. “I’m just sorry your mom had to go crazy and mine had to get arrested, but you had to be honest. It’ll be okay. Trust Dad to make it okay.”

Danny smiled slightly. “Remember like three months ago when I was like, Dad’s a good a guy and you punched me? How’s it feel to be wrong?”

“Shut up.”

Corinthos & Morgan Warehouse: Jason’s Office

Elizabeth dropped into the chair by Jason’s desk, crossed one leg, and folded her arms. “I can’t believe he dragged me all the way down here so he could plead Sam’s case. My God. The arrogance—” She met Jason’s gaze as he leaned back against the desk. “But it probably looked familiar to you.”

“Trying to save Sam from a situation she created? Unfortunately.” Jason shook his head. “I didn’t want it to be like this. I really—I tried so hard to keep Jake and Danny from going through any of this. I never wanted them to dragged through the system the way Sonny and Carly did to their boys—”

“You didn’t start this, Jason,” Elizabeth said gently. “You did everything Sam wanted, and it was never enough—”

“I did start this,” he interrupted. “I—” He paused. “I took for granted that Jake and Danny would be okay without him. Because they had mothers who loved them. I convinced myself I couldn’t bring anything to their lives that wasn’t violence. That my life would destroy them if I was around all the time.” He got to his feet, paced to the door, then to the other side of the office. “I told myself it would be enough to be there when you asked for me. I came running any time you did,” he said, looking at Elizabeth. “I looked for reasons to help.”

“I know.” Elizabeth rose, but didn’t come towards him. “You’ve always done that.”

“I told you—when I told you that day that I couldn’t be with you and Jake—and Cam—I never meant to be with anyone else,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to make that a lie.” She sighed, looked away. “I’m sorry—”

“You’re allowed to want something in your life, Jason. And honestly—” Elizabeth tilted her head to the side, smiled faintly. “I’m not surprised it was Sam. She was a lot like Carly, you know? They both create disasters that you have to fix. Over and over again. I watched you repeat that cycle again and again, and I knew that I could never give you want you needed—”

“That’s—”

“I never wanted you to save me,” Elizabeth said softly. “I never needed or wanted it. And I wasn’t ever going to put myself in danger just to get your attention. I watched you do that with Courtney, and then I watched you do it with Sam. You just said it, Jason. You don’t think you have anything else to offer, so you couldn’t be happy with someone who didn’t need you to be the hero.”

He swallowed hard, but it was hard to argue with the way she’d put that together. He looked away. “I’m not proud of that—”

“I don’t think you did it on purpose, Jason. And I didn’t see it then. Not until much later, until after Jake was kidnapped by the Russians, and he nearly died. You blamed yourself. You decided it was your life that had brought him to that point. Not Lucky or Sam who got in over their head. Not me who didn’t listen to you and put myself and the boys in danger because I was so scared. You couldn’t see it logically. Because you decided a long time ago that your legacy was pain and violence.”

“It is—”

“Part of it. You worked for Sonny for a very long time,” she said and now she approached him. “And that will always be part of you. But you forget how long I’ve known you,” she said. “You absolutely have tried to create a balance and put good in this world. You nearly died saving people in the hotel fire, you traveled halfway around the world to get the antidote for the virus—” She laid a hand on his chest. “More than either of his parents, when I see Michael, I see the warmth and compassion that he learned from you. And you’re bringing that to your sons, to Cameron and Aiden. I wish that you could believe that’s enough. That being good father, present and empathetic— that it’s enough.”

“I’m working on it,” he said, covering her hand with his.

“A lifetime ago,” Elizabeth said, meeting his gaze, “a bunch of doctors who thought they had all the answers told you that you were damaged. You’ve spent your entire life trying to prove them wrong. When will it be enough?”

Written in 70 minutes.

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Tuesday, September 24, 2024

Miller & Davis: Spinelli’s Office

Diane rapped on the open office door, and folded her arms. “I just heard from Michael’s lawyer.”

Spinelli rubbed his mouth and sighed. “The injunction was lifted.”

“Yes. Our only saving grace is that it’s raining again today,” Diane said, nodding to the window behind Spinelli where raindrops pounded the glass. “But the weather forecast is clear tomorrow.”

“Which means the FBI will be up here searching.” Spinelli pushed away from the desk and crossed over to his bulletin board, studying it as if it the answers would somehow highlight themselves when they hadn’t given him anything in more than a week. “It’s not the end of the world. There’s no guarantee they’ll find anything to help themselves. Especially with the rain over the last few weeks.”

“Three weeks is a long time for evidence to sit at a crime scene,” Diane agreed. “So no, the search itself isn’t the problem—”

“We’re running out of time to avoid a trial.” Spinelli grimaced, met Diane’s gaze. “If I could cut through of the red tape, we might have more. I’d already have the footage, the car data—”

“We’ve been over this, Spinelli. First, this conversation isn’t happening. And second, the feds aren’t really interested in the truth. They almost certainly know Elizabeth didn’t pull that trigger. They want Jason. They’ll ignore anything we turn up and point to any hint of illegality.”

“I know. I know.” Spinelli stared hard at the crime scene photo. “If this goes to trial—”

“I’m relatively confident that I have enough for reasonable doubt. The timing is too tight, the alibi from Michael is unchallenged. But juries are unpredictable,” Diane reminded him. “And I don’t exactly have a smoking gun. I can’t even prove the gun was planted.” She pressed her lips together, then took a deep breath. “But we have time. We likely won’t get the case dismissed next week, but a trial won’t happen for six months or longer. I can push it, keep Elizabeth out on bail.”

“Kick the can down the road,” Spinelli murmured. He looked at Diane. “Have you called them?”

“No. Elizabeth’s at work, and I wanted to tell you before I called Jason. But this isn’t anything we didn’t expect.”

“I know. All the same—if it’s all right, I’ll head down to the warehouse and tell him myself. Maybe pick his brain a little—not about my theory,” Spinelli added when Diane opened her mouth. “I want more weight on my side before I bring that up. The footage, the techstream data from the car—but it won’t hurt to talk to him about Cates. Maybe there’s something we’re missing.”

James M. Hanley Federal Building: Courtroom

Alexis rose to her feet, her reading glasses in one hand. “It’s all in my amended petition, Your Honor. Giglio and Franks made it very clear that any case whose foundation is investigative misconduct needs to be dismissed with prejudice.”

Reynolds shook his head. “Ms. Davis is misreading those cases, Your Honor. Our case against Ms. Corinthos Davis is not based only on Agent Cates’ affidavit. We have sworn testimony from Ava Jerome, the victim—”

“Alleged victim,” Alexis snapped. “It’s only on Agent Cates’ say-so that Ava Jerome was even a federal witness — I’ve still seen no records that prove that. And if she wasn’t, this case doesn’t fall under federal jurisdiction.”

Judge McAvoy lifted his brows, looked at the Assistant U.S. Attorney. “Can the Government provide additional evidence at this time outside of John Cates?”

Reynolds hesitated. “Not at the moment, but with further investigation—”

“That isn’t the standard,” Alexis interrupted. “John Cates’ credibility has come under serious attack with the forensics reports suggesting that he was willing to fabricate evidence to get what he wanted. He’s not available to be cross-examined. I might also add that I was not made aware of that forensics report by the U.S Attorney’s office, but by the local police department. Under Giglio, that alone is reason enough for a dismissal.”

“The forensics report was from an unrelated case,” Reynolds argued. “The delay is understandable—”

“But not permissible. I’m going to give you two choices, Mr. Reynolds,” the judge said. “Dismiss the charges on your own without prejudice to be presented at a time when you have the necessary evidence. Or I’ll dismiss them with prejudice right now. And this case dies today. What’s it going to be?”

Quartermaine Mansion: Kitchen

Brook Lynn huffed and picked up her phone, scrolling to her contacts. “What’s the point of having an influential name if we can’t pull strings?” she demanded.

Michael stirred sugar into his coffee, not responding to his cousin’s remarks. She was as disappointed as he was to learn the injunction had been dismissed. They’d known it was a long shot, but he’d wanted more time.

“It’s not that I don’t have faith in Chase,” Brook continued, sitting down at the table, continuing to flick though her phone. “But I really thought we’d have found something. It’s so obviously a setup! The FBI is basically calling you a liar! Isn’t anyone thinking about that?”

“I’m surprised,” Michael said a bit slowly, “they haven’t done more to challenge me. They really went after Jake and Danny. Going to the school, talking to Danny on his own — they tried really hard to break Jason’s alibi.”

“Exactly! It’s just proof that they don’t think Elizabeth really did it! This is just bananas. Obviously some crazy person was following Cates around, and we just happened to be the place where he lost control.” Brook made a face, looked at Michael. “What do we do next? What can we do to help?”

“Not much.” Michael sat at the table. “Neither of us have any real power. I might…” he hesitated. “I might try to talk to someone at the Sun. I wish Alexis were still working there.” He scratched his jaw. “Maybe I’ll find out if she has any connections. We could use more press on this.”

“I just hate it. We were having a perfectly nice family gathering, and some bastard had to come along to ruin it.” Brook scowled. “I guess we gave the FBI a headache, but I’m not satisfied. We have to do more.”

“I know. I’ll talk to Molly. Maybe she has some other ideas.” Michael paused. “But maybe I should call Diane. It has to mean something the FBI never came back to talk to me. I’m the alibi witness. Me and the kids. We all make it impossible for Elizabeth to have done this. That’s going to kill them at trial. Why don’t they care about that?”

“That’s a very good question.” Brook leaned forward. “They’re not expecting to go to trial, are they?”

“No. They’re not.” He tipped his head, considering that angle. “They still think Jason did this. They must think Jason will come forward or that Elizabeth will turn him in. That’s why they tried to break his alibi, and not hers.”

“That has to be some kind of misconduct or whatever, right? The feds prosecuting a case they don’t even believe in?” Brook pursed her lips. “How do we use that? That’s our next angle. Man, why don’t we own a newspaper or a media outlet? You should look into that.”

“I’ll get right on it, but I don’t think there’s enough time,” Michael said dryly. “I’m going to call Diane. Maybe she’ll have some ideas.”

Syracuse, NY: The York Restaurant

Sam lifted her glass. “To Alexis Davis, making her triumphant return to the courtroom and wiping the floor with anyone who gets in her way.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Kristina said, tapping her glass against her sister’s, then her mothers. They were both drinking iced tea as a show of support to their mother’s recovery. “And now that Mom has performed miracles in getting my case dropped, I’m sure we’ll see similar results tomorrow.”

“Not likely,” Sam said with a grimace. She set her glass down, picked up her fork. “Mom made it very clear I don’t have a shot in hell of winning.”

“That’s not precisely what I said,” Alexis said. “You’ll need to make some concessions, but I have every confidence we’ll be able to get visitation—’

“Supervised,” Sam said with a wrinkle of her nose. “Maybe. For Danny. But now that Drew knows about Saturday—”

“Drew?” Kristina frowned. “How did he find out? I thought Elizabeth wasn’t pressing charges.”

“She’s not. It would make her look awful for her case,” Sam said, “so we both agreed to just let it go, I guess. But the cops made it a problem—”

“They had no choice,” Alexis reminded Sam gently. “Once they saw the footage, they had to write a report. I imagine word of mouth got to Drew. He’s not backing down on custody.”

“It’s for his stupid campaign. So he looks like a family man.” Her appetite gone, Sam pushed her plate away. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“So that’s just it?” Kristina demanded, looking at their mother. “Sam loses custody of her kids because she made one mistake?”

“A trio of very mistakes,” Alexis corrected gently. “Leaving Danny at the police station, refusing consent to treat, and then beginning a physical altercation—I’m sorry, Sam. You know if I thought we had an angle to fight this, I would—”

“But you had a good reason for all of that,” Kristina said to her sister. “You know you did. Danny was perfectly awful to you! He’d been getting worse. And then he pulled that stunt! Why not leave him with his father? And so what if you hesitated in putting him therapy? You were right to worry that Elizabeth was trying to get influence over Danny—”

“None of that matters in court. They’re not going to care that Elizabeth manipulating my son,” Sam bit out. “Are they, Mom?”

Alexis hesitated when both her daughters turned their gazes on her. “If the manipulation is that Elizabeth convinced Danny to get therapy, found him a well-regarded doctor in the field, and then tried to help him reach out to you to participate in that therapy — no, I don’t think so.”

“So you’re taking her side in all of this?” Kristina wanted to know. “Mom!”

“I’m not taking anyone’s side. I’m laying out the facts as Diane wrote them in her petition. The history between you and Elizabeth — we can work that in, I suppose. But it’s not going to help very much. The court isn’t going to care that the two of you have been locked in this competition for twenty years.”

“No, they never care about what really matters.” Kristina huffed, turned to Sam. “We’re going to get your kids back. Now that my case is over, I’m going to do whatever I can to help. I won’t let this happen to you without a fight.”

Corinthos & Morgan Warehouse: Office

Jason rubbed the side of his face, grimacing. “I guess it was too much to hope that we’d get a break,” he told Spinelli, closing the door. “When’s the search?”

“Tomorrow, probably.” Spinelli leaned against the desk, facing his mentor and friend. “They’re going to be looking for the missing bullet — they only recovered three and couldn’t match them. The fourth — if they find it undamaged, they’ll be able to match it.”

“Because of course they will,” Jason muttered, pacing to the end of the office, then turning back to Spinelli. “And there’s nothing we can do to stop any of this.”

“Not legally. Not yet. Not before the dismissal hearing,” Spinelli admitted. “Everything Diane has will help at trial. Michael came by a little while ago to talk about his alibi. Everything Caldwell did to investigate — he tried to break your alibi. He went after your kids. He never talked to Michael or any of the other witnesses who saw Elizabeth leave with him. They didn’t care about breaking her alibi—”

“Because they know she didn’t do it,” Jason cut in sharply, then exhaled. “I’m sorry. I’m not frustrated with you—I know you’re doing everything you can, and I know we have to stay inside the lines on this, but damn it—the Feds are going after her to get to me.”

“I know, but it’s not going to work — because you didn’t do this—”

“No, but they don’t give a damn. They don’t care that they’re destroying Elizabeth’s life to get to me.” He stared at the window that looked out over the warehouse floor, though there was no view with the blinds drawn. “It’s always been that way. Someone using her, hurting her, to get to me. From the day we met.  Nothing I’ve ever done can stop it.”

“Well, no, because despite what you think, Stone Cold, you don’t control the world.”

Jason scowled, turned to face the younger man. “What?”

Spinelli didn’t even flinch at the fury in Jason’s voice. “I used to think you were right, you know. When you told me all the reasons you couldn’t be with Little Stone Cold and Fair Elizabeth. I thought you were the smartest man I knew, and that you were doing the right thing, even though you were clearly miserable.”

“Spinelli—”

“Then I became a father myself and Maxie nearly talked me out of keeping our daughter,” Spinelli continued, and Jason closed his mouth. “It’s complicated, and we don’t really have time for the backstory, but I remembered you and how much I believed you when you said mothers have that right. That they go through the hell of pregnancy and labor, and that gives them some special power. And then Maxie wanted me to give up Georgie because she was trying to be noble—and I realized it was bullshit. Sure, moms are amazing, and there’s money in the world you could pay me to do what they do. But I got to hold my little girl, and I knew that you were wrong. That she was wrong. The world is dumb, and it’s awful, and sometimes it’s evil. You kept trying to leave your family to protect them.” Spinelli straightened. “You were an idiot not to realize the best way to protect them was to be right next to them.”

Jason was quiet for a beat, then nodded. “I know that—”

“No, you don’t. Obviously. Because you still thought it was a good idea to let everyone think you were dead for over two years.”

Jason looked away, scrubbed a hand through his hair. “No, but once I made that decision, I should have seen it through. I should have done all of it better. Should have stayed off the radar after Dante got shot. And blowing the whole thing by letting Anna tip off Valentin—if I hadn’t done that, none of this would be happening. Cates would have his guy, and he might have gone away—”

“You’re still an idiot.”

Jason closed his mouth, furrowed his brow. “What?”

“Arresting Pikeman was never your job. Yeah, you were an idiot to let Anna Devane talk you into giving Valentin a chance to flee. But you did what you said you were gonna do. You gave up your life and your freedom to get that name. You gave it to Cates. It was never your job to finish.” Spinelli lifted his brows. “And now the FBI is taking their incompetence out on you. They think you killed Cates to get rid of him. But they don’t know you. Because if they did, they’d know you’d never involve Elizabeth with a gun in her car.” Spinelli stopped. “Listen, I get you’re frustrated. I am, too. Because I want this to be over. I want you and Fair Elizabeth to ride off into the sunset like you should have decades ago. But you better stop planning that I think you’re planning.”

Jason folded his arms. “And what’s that?”

“Turning yourself in to get the target off Elizabeth’s back.” When Jason looked away, Spinelli nodded. “You know that would be a mistake.”

“I’m not letting her go to jail. That’s not an option—”

“I’m going to find out what happened,” Spinelli promised. “I’ll find the answers, and I’ll find them the right way. Diane’s right. We need to do this by the book.”

“I’m not saying I’d do it tomorrow,” Jason said slowly, “but—”

“But nothing. Trust me. Have I ever you down?” Spinelli wanted to know.

“No. No. And I do trust you—I just—” Jason sat down in the wooden chair in front of the desk, stared at the floor. “You didn’t see Jake and Aiden when Elizabeth was in jail. Or talk to Cameron on the phone. They need her—”

“And they have her. We got her out of there, didn’t we? Because we played the right cards. Let’s keep doing it, Stone Cold. The Jackal is on the case, and I’m not giving up until it’s over.”