Dara Jensen sat on the gurney in the darkened Triage of General
Hospital. Nervously, she kept glancing towards the door. Raising
her arm to glance at her watch, she winced. Her wrist wasn't broken;
just
fractured, the doctor told her. She was lucky all she walked away
with
were a few scrapes and fractures.
Detective Marcus Taggert and a few bystanders outside the
courthouse had
not been so "lucky."
"Come on, dammitt!" she hissed. "I need to get
outta here NOW."
Get some rest, the doctor had told her. Dara gave a short laugh
as she
shook her head. She seriously doubted sleep would ever come
easily for
her again. Resting her head against the wall, she closed her
eyes,
silently praying for just a MOMENT'S reprieve from the images
which
incessantly careened through her mind. No go. Whether awake or
asleep,
she couldn't escape yesterday's events. Glancing at her watch,
Dara
groaned as she watched the numbers become blurry. Damn. Those
pain
meds the doctor had given her were beginning to take effect. If
only
the meds could block out the pain from yesterday, she mused.
Closing her eyes, she yielded to the power of the drugs, all the
while
knowing they'd have no effect on the thoughts which would follow.
~~~~~~~~
"ALL RISE!"
Taking a deep breath, Dara, like the rest of the occupants at the
Port
Charles Courthouse, rose. Behind her, stood Detectives Alex
Garcia and
Marcus Taggert. Her Shadows. Since the trial's inception, she'd
not
made a move without either of them, sometimes BOTH of them, at
her
side. They, like she, knew what was riding on the outcome of this
trial.
"This is gonna be a slam dunk!" Taggert smirked.
"I ain't gettin' too cocky, Marcus," Garcia replied.
"But you're
right," he smiled. "We've got Moreno. This case is
airtight all thanks
to the lovely assistant DA." Garcia reached forward and
placed his hand
on Dara's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He couldn't
quite
put his
finger on it, but for some reason, he got the feeling Dara was a
tad
unnerved.
Dara glanced over her shoulder, offering a small smile to Garcia,
her
game face firmly in place. It had to be. God knows she couldn't
afford
to fall apart now. Turning to face the judge, she cast a quick
glance
over at the opposite table. Seated there, a smug smile plastered
to his
ruggedly handsome face was Moreno. Dara swallowed hard,
attempting to
force back the bile rising in the back of her throat. What a smug
S.O.B.; he really DOES believe he's above the law.
"Mr. Moreno," the judge intoned. "The command was
for ALL to rise not
'all, with the exclusion of the DEFENDANT, rise.' " Perching
her
glasses on the bridge of her nose, the judge continued. "Now
either
rise from your chair of your own volition, or I assure you,
'assistance'
will be directed your way."
"Whatever you say Toots." Moreno rose, smirking as he
took in the look
of utter disbelief on the judge's face.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?"
"Yes, Your Honor, we have."
The courtroom was eerily quiet; the only sounds which could be
heard
were the footfalls of the bailiff as he left the jury box and
strode
towards the judge's bench. The judge swiftly retrieved the paper,
read
the verdict, then passed it back to the bailiff. Picking up on
the
judge's impatience, the bailiff hurriedly crossed the room to
return the
paper to the jury's foreman.
"How do you find the defendant?"
"Guilty, Your Honor."
Within seconds, pandemonium reigned throughout the courtroom
"WHAT THE
Fuck?!" Moreno roared. Spinning around he grabbed his
attorney by the
throat. "Is this what I pay you millions of dollars for?!"
he yelled.
Murder in his eyes, Moreno watched as the attorney sank to his
knees,
all the while gasping for air.
"ORDER IN THE COURT! ORDER IN THE COURT! BAILIFF, RESTRAIN
MR.
MORENO!"
Dara, her palms pressed flat against the table, lowered her head
and
heaved a sigh of relief. She raised her head just in time to see
Moreno
charging for her. Before she could open her mouth to call for
help,
Taggert and Garcia were in between her and Moreno, who, although
he was
now being restrained by three guards, was still inching his way
towards
her.
"You're a dead woman! You hear me, Jensen?! DEAD!"
"Back the fuck up, Moreno!" Taggert roared. Meanwhile,
Garcia grabbed
Dara by the arm, hustling her away from the chaos.
"Run all you want, but you can't hide!" Moreno taunted.
The guards now
had him on the floor, attempting to cuff his hands behind his
back. "I
KNOW where you live; you hear me, DaraLee?!"
Upon hearing Moreno's words, Dara froze.
"Ignore him, Dara," Garcia replied in his most
reassuring voice.
"C'mon, let's get you outta here." Garcia gently tugged
at Dara's arm.
But instead of following him, she turned and headed back towards
the
melee which was continuing to unfold.
"Dara?!"
From the moment Moreno called her DaraLee, everything seemed
to have happened in slow motion, a slow, dizzying blur.
She didn't remember her briefcase dropping to the floor, she
didn't
remember Taggert being restrained by the guards after having
decked
Moreno while his hands were cuffed behind his back, she didn't
even
remember Moreno breaking free once again from the guards and
charging at
her, knocking her to the floor.
All she remembered was the name he'd called her: DaraLee.
As she lay sprawled on the floor of the courtroom, Moreno's body
atop
hers, the sharp pain of his knee against her ribcage returned
Dara to
the here and now. She looked into his eyes and saw the look of a
madman. If that look didn't chill her to the bone, what followed
next
surely served to.
With the guards violently pulling him off her, in a sing-song
voice
Moreno replied, "Nobody doesn't like DaraLee!"
Dara's hand flew to her mouth; her eyes, widened in shock. "No,"
as she
shook her head. "No. NOOOOOO!"
As Garcia helped her to her feet, Dara drowned out the sounds of
everything around her, and only focused on Moreno. As the guards
led
him away, he looked back at Dara, his eyes full of malice. "You've
fucked up BIG TIME, Baby!" he taunted. "And don't even
think about
Shelter,' cause there ain't none for you no more!"
~*~
Alexis stood at the back of the courtroom in stunned silence,
watching
the entire scene unfold.
"You ready to go?" Mario, the driver, asked. "Mr.
Morgan ain't gonna
like you having come down here, you know?"
Alexis gave Jason's bodyguard a tight smile. "Mr. Morgan
KNOWS I'm down
here. I told him this morning I wanted to stop by," she lied.
"What for?"
Alexis gave a polite smile; she doubted the guard would
understand.
"You ever get a longing for something, something that used
to really
give you joy?" The guard nodded. "This," she waved
her hand around the
courtroom, "is 'that old feeling' for me." Her voice
became distant.
"It's been a long time since I've had the thrill of
practicing Criminal
Law. I guess I wanted to come down here and, I don't know, feel
the
excitement."
"Yeah, well I don't think THIS is the kind 'excitement' you
were
counting on!"
"Nope," Alexis laughed. "Excuse me. I'll be right
back." Alexis
maneuvered her way through the throng of people and was almost
near Dara
when she felt a rough hand grab her by the arm.
"And just where in the hell do you think you're going?!"
"Well good afternoon to you, too, Detective Taggert,"
Alexis replied
flatly.
"You didn't answer my question." Taggert's voice was
even.
God! The man was boorish beyond belief, Alexis thought. "If
you MUST
know, I was going to check on Dara."
"Since when did you two become friends?"
"We're not," Alexis replied evenly. "But I figured
in light of the
manhandling she just endured at the hands of Moreno, under the so-called
"protection" of the PCPD," Alexis gave a short
laugh as she eyed
Taggert. "Well, I think it stands to reason she could stand
a bit of a
woman's touch when it comes to offering comfort."
"Daaaaaaaamn, Counselor! I had no idea you were into women!"
Alexis merely rolled her eyes as she breezed past Taggert. She
wasn't
EVEN going to dignify that comment with a response. "When,
oh WHEN will
someone put the citizens of Port Charles out of their misery?"
she
sighed.
~*~
"Dara?" No response.
Lightly, Alexis tapped Dara on the shoulder. After her unexpected
throwdown with Moreno, the touch of a stranger's hands caused
Dara to
nearly jump out of her skin. She spun around, hands raised to
strike.
"Don't!" Alexis threw her hands up in defense. "It's
only me,
Alexis."
Breathing a sigh of relief as Dara lowered her hands, Alexis
informed
her she only stopped by to check on her, to see how she was doing.
"Well," Dara gave a short laugh. "I don't know how
YOU respond to
having your life threatened by one of the Mob's most deadly Dons,
but I
ain't doing too hot at the moment."
"Sorry. Stupid question." Alexis paused, her attention
drawn to
Dara's hands. They were shaking uncontrollably. Gently, she
placed
her hand over Dara's. "Dara! You're shaking like a leaf!"
Dara
remained silent, a faraway look in her eyes. "Look. I used
to
practice Criminal Law, I know all about the death threats, and
how
unnerving something like this can be." She clenched Dara's
trembling
hands. "I also know ALL about the double edged sword of
being a WOMAN
at a time like this: You're expected to have nerves of steel and
balls
to match. Nothing like a silly ass-whipping - which,
unfortunately
occurred under the ever-hungry, ever-watchful eye of the Press -
is
supposed to get you down. You're supposed to get back up, dust
yourself off, then turn to the press and spout platitudes about
"justice triumphing in the face of corruption" or some
crap like
that."
Alexis clenched Dara's hand, hard, so that she had Dara's full
undivided
attention. "I know your rep, Dara. You can play the role of
Super
Legal Eagle with the best of them. This Moreno guy is bad news.
Even
folks in the circles I travel in," Alexis paused, wincing as
she
realized that was no longer true. "Excuse me, the circles I
USED to
travel in, even those folks feared him. Please tell me you're not
gonna
try and play Superwoman after what went down in here, PLEASE tell
me you
weren't stupid enough to refuse any protection?"
"No," Dara replied absently. "I've got Taggert and
Garcia."
"What?! Dumb & Dumber meets Starksy & Hutch?"
Alexis was incredulous.
"Dara. You've got power in this town. Pull some strings,
dammitt!
Pull some SERIOUS strings and get the FBI in on this. Never mind!
A
man like Moreno probably has stooges all over. Try the WSB -
"
"NO!" Dara sprang to her feet, wincing as she pressed
her hand to her
side. "I'm NOT contacting them!"
"Okay, okay," Alexis replied calmly. "Well at
least I managed to get a
rise out of you, that means you're thinking. And that's good."
As Alexis turned to walk away, she took a parting glance at Dara.
During the brief time she'd been in Port Charles, Alexis had
heard of
Dara's courtroom reputation: she'd chewed up and spit out some
pretty
vile characters. In short, a confrontation, even with a man of
Moreno's rep, shouldn't have unnerved her THIS bad. No. There was
something else. And then there was her almost violent reaction to
the
mention of the WSB. What was up with that? Reaching into her
purse,
she retrieved a card and scribbled her number on the back. Jason
had
already told her the phone lines were set up so that a trace on
the
calls was virtually impossible. He'd probably have a stroke if he
knew
she was giving her number to the assistant District Attorney, of
ALL
people. Still, call it woman's intuition, a hunch, whatever, but
there
was a feeling Alexis got when she looked into Dara's eyes that
she
couldn't quite shake. She recognized the look. It was the very
one
which stared back at her as she looked in the mirror the night
she found
Stefan's "calling card" in her bed.
Fear.
For her very life.
"Look. There's obviously more to what just happened here
than you're
willing to talk about. Take this." She handed Dara the card.
"What, am I supposed to call you and we can bond over our
various
brushes with death?" Dara sneered. "Yeah. I know all
about the little
"gift" Helena Cassadine left in your bed."
Absently, she ran her finger
along the rough edges of the card. "Word around town is
you're not a
very popular person with the Cassadines. Now that I think of it,
just
where are you laying your head to rest these days, and more
importantly,
WHY are you interested in helping me?" Dara tossed the card
on the
nearby table.
Alexis smiled. At last the woman seemed to be returning to some
semblance of life. True, she was insulting her. But it was a
start.
"First of all, I don't expect you to call me up so we can
chat about
which is more frightening - finding a viper in your bed, or being
beat
down my a pathological maniac. Secondly, don't believe everything
you
hear. And thirdly, and most importantly, the number on that card
is not
for public consumption, Dara. Like I said, you're not talking
now, but
when the shock of today's events wear off and you're ready to,
use that
number." Alexis held up her hand to silence Dara. Glancing
towards the
table, she picked up the card. "You might think I'm foolish,
but I have
a feeling I'll be hearing from you. And THIS is the only way
you'll be
able to contact me." She thrust the card at Dara, whose eyes
were now
dancing with curiosity. "I strongly suggest you take this
and put it in
a safe place." She gave a light laugh as she watched Dara
pull back the
collar of her turtleneck and stick the card down inside her bra.
"That 'safe' enough?"
"I think so. Well, I need to get going." She gave
Dara's shoulder a
light squeeze. "Be careful."
"Alexis?"
"Yes," as she turned to face Dara.
"IF I call you, what can you do for me that all the other
folks you
suggested can't?"
"I'M not the one who can help you." She offered a
cryptic smile as she
watched Dara's eyes fill with suspicion. "But let's just say
I know
someone who MAY."
And with that, Alexis Davis turned and left the courtroom,
leaving a
battered and stunned Dara Jensen in her wake.
~*~
"You ready to go, Dara?"
"Huh?"
"It's time to leave," Garcia said softly. Glancing at
his watch, he
grimaced. Damn. She'd been sitting in the judge's chambers for
close
to an hour. "Sorry for the wait. S.W.A.T. was busy with a
hostage
crisis."
They made their way to the elevator. The entire ride was one of
silence. As the elevator doors opened, Garcia turned to Dara.
"The
guards are outside, near the side entrance."
"Well, I hope they do a better job of protecting me OUTSIDE
the
courtroom than they did while I was in." Dara looked down
the hall, an
uneasy feeling coming upon her as she saw it was deserted. "Where's
the
other half of my shadow?"
"Taggert? He's out front. He'll be driving. Hey, I know, I
know," as
he shot Dara an apologetic glance. "It's not my fault. I
lost the toss
of the coin," he shrugged.
"You sure it wasn't one of those two headed coins?"
Dara laughed.
They reached the end of the hall. Garcia was about to open the
doors,
then turned to face Dara.
"Look, Dara. I'm really sorry about what went down inside
the courtroom
after the verdict. The PCPD was slack, pure and simple. We
should've
taken extra precautions. We didn't and as a result, he was able
to get
to you like he did. I want you to know how sorry I am."
"Apology accepted, Alex."
"Good," he smiled.
As they exited the courtroom, immediately they were surrounded by
armed
policemen. Glancing upwards, to her right, Dara saw sharpshooters
positioned atop the corners of the courthouse. It sure seemed
like they
were definitely trying to make up for the fiasco which occurred
after
the verdict. At a hurried pace, Garcia and the guards hustled her
past
the media.
"I know it no excuse, but Moreno's reaction was totally
unexpected," he
replied. "There won't be anymore 'surprises' like that, I
can assure
you. In fact, as an extra precaution, we're not taking you back
to your
place." Ignoring Dara's look of surprise, he continued.
"There's a safe
house set up, over in Llanview,"
"Whoa! Why am I going to Pennsylvania? I'm safer right here,
in plain
sight, in Port Charles."
"Just a minute." Garcia whistled, signaling the officer
at the foot of
the steps. The officer was about to leave when he was stopped by
Taggert. Shaking his head, Garcia chuckled. "Damn that
Marcus. He's
so used to not being allowed behind the wheel,"
"And with good reason!" Dara interjected.
"Yeah. Well, guess he figures he should make the most of
every minute
he's behind the wheel. With his driving record, the way he sees
it, each
moment he's at the wheel could be his last," Garcia laughed.
"Tell me about this safe house in Llanview." Dara's
voice turned
serious.
Her concern wasn't lost on Garcia. "Don't worry, Dara.
Everything's
set. We even managed to get a break on this. Excuse me, again."
Garcia was fuming as he took in the scene unfolding on the
courthouse
steps below. Taggert was holding center court with that
irritating
reporter. Whistling sharply, Garcia got Taggert's attention, then
motioned for him to get the car, NOW! "I'm sorry," as
he turned back to
Dara. "As I was saying about the safe house, we weren't
gonna hide you
'til next week, but after Moreno's stunt, we had to move things
up.
Luckily for us, the WSB was willing to help out."
"Wh,wh,what did you say?" Suddenly, Dara felt her knees
begin to
buckle. Swaying slightly, she reached for Garcia's arm to steady
herself.
She turned to ask Garcia to repeat his statement, because she was
certain she couldn't have heard him correctly. In fact, Dara
couldn't
hear anything. There was a loud explosion, followed by intense
heat.
Then the strangest thing happened. Garcia was suddenly airborne,
sprawling backwards through the air, feet and arms outstretched
before
him. And moments later, so was she.
When Dara finally came to rest upon the ground, her ears were
ringing,
or was that the crackling of glass underfoot she heard? She
leaned
forward, trying to raise herself then screamed loudly as she felt
the
shard of glass slicing into her hand. She looked for Garcia, but
he was
nowhere to be found. Steeling herself, Dara took a deep breath
then
yanked the 3-inch long shard of glass from the palm of her right
hand.
Immediately, blood began to gush forward. Somehow, she didn't
know how,
she managed to get to her feet.
GOTTA MOVE! KEEP MOVING, DAMMIT!
Staggering away from the carnage, she came to rest against a
nearby
tree. Looking up, she at first thought she was hallucinating,
then
realized she wasn't: That WAS a limb she saw dangling from the
branch
overhead. Dara began to wretch as the smell of burning flesh
permeated
her senses. Stumbling away from the tree, Dara paused. And just
WHERE
are you gonna go that they can't find you, she mused.
THINK, DAMMIT! *THINK*!!
Suddenly, Dara remembered her conversation with Alexis. Patting
her
breasts, she searched for the card. Smiling, she retrieved the
card
from the top of her bra. Don't that beat all? The explosion all
but
rips my shirt off, but the little business card remains intact,
save for
a few splotches of blood. Committing the number to memory, Dara
then
proceeded to tear up the blood-stained card and scatter the
pieces.
Just as she began to ponder WHOSE blood was on the card, she felt
something warm oozing between her breasts. Looking down, she saw
a gash
above her right breast, oozing blood.
The gash was no more than an inch long, but it appeared to be
very
deep. Dara lightly pressed her hand to the wound, then nearly
doubled
over from the pain. There was something IN the wound. Inspecting
the
wound closer, she realized it was a piece of metal. All her years
of
training notwithstanding, even SHE wasn't brave enough to attempt
to
remove a metal shard without having some SERIOUS anesthetics
nearby.
Suddenly, she began to feel lightheaded.
I can't have lost that much blood, she told herself. Although her
vision was becoming increasingly blurred, out of the corner of
her eye,
she saw the paramedics headed her way. Bracing herself against
the tree,
Dara fought to remain standing. But it was no use.
Her legs giving way, the last image she recalled before losing
consciousness was that of Moreno, smiling triumphantly as he
sneered,
"And don't even think about Shelter,' cause there ain't none
for you no
more!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dara awoke to find she was still in the ER.
"Guess I wasn't dreaming," she laughed bitterly.
Easing herself off the gurney, Dara determined that if she wanted
to
remain alive, she'd have to LEAVE the hospital. She was a sitting
duck.
With her good hand, Dara violently yanked at the ties of the
hospital
gown. She was angry. That was good, she told herself. Anger, when
used correctly, can be a good incentive, at least that's what her
former
partner always told her. As the gown fell to the floor, Dara
shivered
as she felt the breeze against her now nude body. Closing her
eyes, she
forced back the tears. This was no time to go soft. No. She had
to be
in control. All they had taught her, she'd use to survive. She
could
beat them at their own game.
If she stayed alive long enough. Silently, she cursed herself for
having
called Alexis. What in the world kind of help could SHE give her?
Sit
tight; help is on the way, Alexis had told her.
"Sit tight my ASS!" Dara hissed.
"You don't take direction well. We'll have to work on that."
Dara recognized the voice immediately. HE was her help?! Slowly,
making no attempt to cover her nude body, Dara turned to face
Jason.
"So, YOU'RE Alexis' shelter from the Cassadine storm?"
She quickly cast
her eyes towards his ever present shadow, Rinaldo.
Slowly, Jason allowed his eyes to roam Dara's body. Crossing the
room
he stopped in front of her, then cocking his head slightly,
stared at
her intently. Unflinchingly, Dara returned his stare.
"Well are you just going to stand there, or are you here to
help me?"
Jason said nothing. Instead, he lowered his gaze to the stitches
above
her right breast. Lightly, he ran his hand across the incision,
his
eyes darting back to Dara as he heard her quick intake of breath.
"Make
sure you put some Vitamin E ointment on that. It won't scar as
badly
if you do. You look about the same size as Carly, these should
fit
you." He turned to Rinaldo, then thrust a duffel bag at
Dara, who began
to remove its contents: a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, a leather
jacket,
socks, and Keds.
"I'll be outside. You've got 10 minutes to get dressed."
As he turned
to leave, he cast a pensive look at Dara. "You've had a
pretty rough
day, so you don't have to give me all the specifics tonight;
Alexis gave
me a brief rundown of what you told her when you called." He
paused,
locking eyes with her. "But by this time tomorrow evening I
expect to
know any and everything about your history with the WSB Agent
Jensen."
As the limousine
pulled into the complex, Dara cast a glance at an
obviously displeased Jason.
"We shouldn't be here," he replied evenly. "This is way risky. You know this is the first place they're gonna come."
"They've already been," she replied matter-of-factly. She turned to face Jason and held up her hand to ward off his forthcoming protest. "But they didn't find what they were looking for."
"You can't be sure." The limo came to a stop.
"Oh, I'm POSITIVE." Reaching for the door handle, she winced.
"You all right?"
"Yeah," she replied through clenched teeth. "Just some fractured ribs."
"That's it. We're heading to the Penthouse. Whatever "necessities" you
need, I'll have Carly go out and get for you."
"Your "concern" is touching." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Look, in case what Alexis told you didn't register, let me reiterate:
I'm a WSB agent, Jason. I'm in a bit of a tight spot right now, but I'm
FAR from being the traditional Damsel in Distress. So don't insult me
by presuming I'm some damn airhead who's not gonna be able to sleep
tight unless I'm in my favorite flannel jammies!" she snapped.
"Hey, YOU came to me. Let's get that straight." Roughly, he grabbed
her by the collar of the leather jacket. His eyes were positively
glacial as he drew her face close to his. "For all I care, you can hop
your pretty little banged up Secret Agent Gal ass outta this limo and
keep walkin'. I won't lose a wink of sleep if I pick up tomorrow's
paper and find the headline reads, "ASST. D.A. FOUND DEAD IN ALLEY."
Releasing her collar, he shoved her back into the seat. "We're going
back to the penthouse. That's final."
"Well, I know where you live-I'll see you there."
With a quick nod of his head, he motioned for Rinaldo to stop her from
exiting the limo. With lightning-like speed, Rinaldo's hand was clamped
onto Dara's wrist. Then the damnedest thing happened. Without so much
as breaking a sweat, Dara rotated her wrist. It was a most freaky
sensation, to be holding someone's wrist, then feel it kind of pop. The
momentary pause on Rinaldo's part was all she needed, for suddenly, he
was nearly on his knees as Dara proceeded to apply what was obviously
excruciating pressure to the pulse point of his wrist.
"How-?" Jason's voice registered a grudging admiration that never quite
reached his eyes.
"Double-jointed," Dara shrugged. She continued to apply pressure to the
inside of Rinaldo's wrist as she locked eyes with Jason. "Now I don't
wanna break Rinaldo's wrist, Jason. And I KNOW you don't want him to
splatter my brains all over your nice tux." Coolly, she cast her eyes
towards Rinaldo, who had somehow managed to unholster his piece before
dropping to his knees and now had the nuzzle placed against Dara's
temple. "Trust me, Jason. I NEED to get the things that are in my
apartment."
Heeding Jason's signal, Rinaldo locked the safety, then slowly lowered
the revolver.
"All right," as Jason opened the door. "But let's make it quick"
~*~
Hugging herself, Dara shuddered as she stood in her apartment. The
fullness of it all was slowly beginning to sink in.
The Agency had tried to kill her- was still trying to kill her..
Jason looked about the room, frowning. The place was practically
immaculate. The only sign of previous occupancy was a lipstick-stained
glass of orange juice, obviously left by Dara, on the end table of the
living room. "I thought you said they'd been here." Jason's voice was
tinged with
impatience.
"They have." Pointing, she directed Jason towards her computer. She
headed down the hall to her room. "My login code is Songbird. The
password is Raven-all caps," she called out.
Hitting the lights, she quickly made her way to the closet. Parting the
slew of clothes, she knelt down and felt around until she found the
cedar shelving unit which housed her shoes. It was one of those types
which could be broken down in to separate compartments. Suddenly, she
was thankful she'd heeded her former partner's advice: "When you need
to hide something, Dara, hide it in plain sight." After a bit of
jiggling, the side of the shelving unit gave way. She gave a relieved
sigh as she saw the carpeting beneath was secure. Tracing her fingers
along the edges, she continued until she found the area she needed, then
giving a tug, pulled it back. Beneath was a safe with a combination pad
which resembled the type one would find on a briefcase. Quickly, Dara
dialed the combination.
"What in the hell are you doing?!"
"Shhh-" Dara replied in a hushed voice. Gingerly, she pried the safe
open, slowly sliding her hand between the opening. When she was done,
her shoulders sagged in relief. "Here, catch!" as she threw the object
over her shoulder. His reflexes were always quick, but Jason nearly
jumped out of his skin when he realized he'd just caught a grenade.
"Don't worry," Dara chuckled as she glanced over her shoulder. "It's
not alive."
The look on Jason's face told Dara he was NOT amused. "One more stunt
like that and you won't be, either." Although the tone of his voice was
positively lethal, Jason couldn't help but marvel at the way Dara was
handling herself. She is SOME piece of work. The sooner I get her
outta my hair, the better. She could be real trouble. Hell, what am I
talking about? She IS: a hidden safe armed with a live grenade?! In
her line of work, trouble is a prerequisite. "You almost done?" he
asked impatiently.
"Uh-huh," as she reached down into the safe. "Just-one-more-THING!"
She returned everything back to its original position, then rose. When
Dara turned to face Jason, she had three items: A laptop computer-a
small metal box resembling the type which could be used to file index
cards- and a 9mm."Okay, we can go now," she smiled.
"I'm glad you find this amusing," Jason sneered.
"I don't." They made their way down the hall. "But if I don't try and
keep it light, it's only a matter of time before I crack up. What did
you find on the computer?"
"Nada. You were right. They WERE here. I guess your password was
supposed to take me straight to the WSB files?" Dara nodded. "Well,
those have been wiped out. Any connection you had to them, or more
importantly, that THEY had to you?" He shook his head. "It's gone."
Dara smiled as she tapped the small metal box. "That's what THEY
think!" When they reached the door, Dara paused. Wistfully glancing
about the room, she pursed her lips, shaking her head as she lightly
touched the gauze bandage on her forehead.
"What's wrong?"
"I did everything I was taught to do-played by all the rules," she said
softly. "Everything was black and white. I worked for the "good
guys." Folks like you and Moreno were the "bad guys." Let me take that
back. It's an insult - not to mention poor form in light of the fact
you're saving my ass - for me to compare you to Moreno. The man's
scum-less than scum," she frowned. Shaking her head, she gave a short
laugh. "And it turns out this `scum' is a former Agent, who's been in
bed with the Agency all along-with their blessing." Jason looked at her
questioningly. "Alexis was the second person I called. The first was
my former partner. Jerry Jacks."
If he was surprised, Jason didn't show it. He said nothing, taking it
all in. "Go on."
"Now it all makes sense why he's distanced himself from the Agency. He
found out about Moreno and his deal with the WSB. Turns out Moreno was
a real loose cannon and the Agency dropped him. But when he began
trafficking drugs, some of the folks upstairs had a change of heart.
Turns out a lot of his "business" was based here on the Eastern
Seaboard. I always wondered why I was sent to Port Charles. Now I
know. Getting me settled in here was nothing more than a well
calculated front to give Moreno an "in" with the Port Charles legal
system if he ever got into trouble."
"And you knew about none of this?"
"Nope. About a week ago, I was approached by some folks within the WSB
to conceal evidence against Moreno." Again, Dara gave a short laugh.
"Well, being the dutiful Agent, I of course went to my superior. I was
then informed that the agents who approached me would be dealt with, to
carry on-proceed with introducing the evidence." She paused. "Now it
makes sense why Moreno looked so smug. He thought everything had been
taken care of. He was probably told I was gonna play along."
"The oldest trick in the book. Play both sides against the middle."
"Yeah. Only problem is, the Agency was backing Moreno's `side.'"
Sighing, Dara rubbed her forehead. "If it's all the same to you, I'd
like to take you up on your deal about telling you everything 24 hours
from now?" As Jason nodded, Dara smiled her thanks. "You know, I
really did believe I worked for the good guys." She gave a bitter laugh. "And THIS is how they repay me?" Glancing at Jason, whose face
was expressionless as always, Dara offered a tight smile. "Never mind
me. I'm just bitching."
Shrugging, Jason opened the door. When he turned, he saw Dara, her
knees buckling, about to hit the floor. "Whoa!" as he caught her.
"I'm all right-I' m all right," she mumbled, still clutching the safe's
contents. "It's just a mild concussion." The only thing missing from
the look Jason shot her was laser beams. "Oops. Did I not mention
that?" As she attempted to stand, her legs proceeded to once again go
out from under her.
"No, you DIDN'T," he hissed. "Gimme that." He took the pistol, tucking
it in the back waistband of his pants. "Can you carry those?" nodding
to the laptop and the box. Dara nodded lazily. "All right then."
Propping Dara against the wall, Jason fiddled with the lock, then swept
her up in his arms. "Get the lights," he barked.
"Do you ever say the word "please"?"
"Not if I can help it." They headed down the hall. "Can you get the
elevator?" Leaning forward, Dara reached for the button, then, suddenly
feeling lightheaded, slumped back. Looking down, Jason grimaced.
Damn! She's unconscious. It took a bit of juggling, but he managed to
hit the
button for the elevator. Eyeing Dara, he shook his head. "I'd bet good
money there's nothing MILD about your concussion, Lady. Damn thing's
probably full blown."
"No it's not," she murmured. Her eyes closed, her voice was groggy, as
if she were fighting sleep. "I've had one before-this is only a little
one. My first year in the WSB, I had a full blown concussion, punctured
spleen, and a broken hand."
"How'd you come by those?" Jason entered the elevator.
Dara began to snicker. "I was standing in the wrong spot when somebody
decided to toss a grenade."
Although he tried his best not to, Jason felt a tight smile forming at
the corners of his mouth. She really IS some piece of work, he
thought. "Looks like trouble is your middle name," he said softly.
Nearing its landing, the elevator began to shake violently. Flung all
about the compartment, Jason tightened his hold on Dara. Then, as
quickly as the tremors began, they passed.
"Are we here yet?" Dara asked groggily.
"No. Go back to sleep."
Heeding Jason's command, Dara closed her eyes once again. Although the
enormity of her situation was gradually sinking in, for some reason she
was overcome with a feeling which could only be described as peaceful.
Damn. Those pain meds must have some sort of delayed reaction, she
thought. For at that moment, the fear which had been her constant
companion since the explosion seemed to have dissipated. Either that,
or maybe she really DID have a full blown concussion. As the elevator
doors opened and Jason stepped out into the dimly lit parking garage,
Dara nestled her head against his shoulder.
Or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in the past 48 hours,
she had cause to believe she was safe.
~*~
Rinaldo smirked as he took a still sleeping Dara from Jason's arms.
"Looks like Jane Bond here is down for the count."
"Far from it-FAR from it."
Motioning for Rinaldo to wait before entering the limo, Jason gingerly
pried the laptop and box from Dara's grasp. He already had the small
metal box open by the time he entered the limo. Just as he suspected, he
found computer disks inside. Putting the box aside, he whipped out his
cell phone. "Carly, its me. Yeah-I'm on my way home. Listen, I need
you to go next door and tell Alexis to get the extra room ready." As
the limo peeled out of the garage, Jason paused, the faintest hint of a
smile forming at the corners of his mouth. "We've got a new guest."
~*~
Jason sat at his desk in his office, swearing profusely at the laptop
computer before him. On the way to the Penthouse, Dara had given him the
password before drifting off to sleep once again. Yet, he still was
unable to access the info on Moreno. He'd even gone through every
single disc that was in the box. What a waste of time that had been.
The information on the disks - coded entries and, from what Jason could
tell, false names - may as well have been written in Hebrew. Dara had
told him to forget about trying to decipher what was on the disks, only
she could understand it. Jason being Jason, of course, he ignored her
counsel. As he prepared to shut down the computer, out of the corner of
his eye, he saw the disk Dara had told him WOULD be of some use to him.
Jason had asked her what it contained. "My life-at least what I USED
to believe was my life," had been her reply. "Everything you'll need
to know about me and my history with the WSB is on there."
"What the hell," he sighed. "May as well find out what makes Jane Bond
tick," he laughed mirthlessly. Inserting the disk, he leaned back in
the leather chair and stared at the screen. Before him, the complete
history of one Dara Lee Jensen whizzed by:
Dara Lee Jensen. Born October 8, 1965. Only child of Frank and Lila
Jensen, both killed in a plane crash when Jensen was 12. Became a ward
of the State of Florida when no immediate family was available to claim
her. Ran away from foster home at age 13 when repeated allegations of
sexual (?) abuse filed by Jensen were never investigated-
A series of rapid knocks at the door interrupted Jason's concentration.
"Boss?"
"Come in, Johnny." Jason downsized the screen, then turned his
attention to his somewhat frazzled guard.
"Carly told me to come get you. She was kinda hysterical so I really
couldn't understand her. She said something about the baby not
breathing right."
The moment Johnny uttered the word "baby," Jason was half way across the
room and on his way out the door.
~*~
Alexis was seated on the couch in the living room reviewing Liz's
petition to be declared an Emancipated Minor when she heard the door to
the upstairs bathroom open.
Slowly, Dara descended the stairs. Pursing her lips she muttered,
"Ugh! Who bought Ultra Brite?! That stuff's NASTY!" Spotting Alexis,
she nodded. "Good morning."
Alexis nodded in return, smiling. "Good EVENING, actually." Dara gave
her a quizzical look. "It's nighttime. Almost midnight, to be
precise. You've been dead to the world since Jason brought you in last
night." Looking down at the oversized denim shirt, Dara asked, "You
mean I've been out for nearly 24 hours?!"
"Just about." Noticing Dara still looking at the shirt, Alexis fought
to suppress a small smile. "It's Jason's. You were awake long enough
to put it on, then you hit the sack."
"Okay," Dara replied slowly, all the while nodding her head. She made
her way to the kitchen and began opening the cabinets. It may have been
nighttime, but her body was convinced it was morning, and that meant
breakfast-which meant CEREAL.
"If you're looking for something to snack on, try the cabinets to your
right." Alexis rose and made her way to the kitchen counter. Once
there, she found Dara shaking her head as she eyed a cabinet stocked
with about 16 boxes of cereal-all the same type. "Jason said to tell
you he wanted to see you once you were up."
"Okay." Dara closed the refrigerator. Precariously balancing the
gallon of milk, box of cereal, and a rather large bowl, she made her
way to the counter.
"I don't recommend you keep him waiting." She paused. "Patience is
definitely not a virtue of Jason's," as she cleared her throat.
Dara paused as she placed the bowl on the counter. She couldn't be
positive, but she could swear there was the strangest lilt in Alexis'
voice-especially when she said Jason's name. Tucking that thought away
in the back of her mind for future pondering, she closed the box of
cereal and prepared to leave. "Well then, I guess I'm off to hold court
with Junior Mafia," she
chuckled. "I was gonna tell you to make sure all the Fruit Loops don't
get eaten before I get back-but I don't think there'll be a problem."
"Fruit WHAT?"
Incredulous, Dara stared at Alexis. "I take it Frosted Flakes or
Captain Crunch never crossed the breakfast table over at Wyndemere
either, huh?"
"No. Cereals weren't exactly a breakfast staple for the Cassadines,"
she replied sheepishly.
"Too bad. You missed out on some good stuff. Here." Dara handed
Alexis the box. "Allow me to have the honor of giving you your first
experience with Toucan Sam," she smiled. "I'd tell you to knock
yourself out, but with your virgin palate, the sugar rush might kill
you. Start slow- maybe half a bowl; then if you're feeling really bold,
you can try for a WHOLE bowl," she winked.
"Uh-thanks," Alexis laughed.
Dara headed for the door, then pausing, turned to face Alexis. "I've
gathered there are three of us in this place. Since you're not the
cereal type, they must belong to Contestant Number Three. Who is it?"
"Brenda Barrett."
"Brenda's here?!"
"Yes." Alexis rolled her eyes. "If you ask me, she should still be in
that rubber room Jason got her out of," she replied disdainfully.
"Really, Dara. She's loopy as hell! The other day, she was ranting
about how there was nothing here to eat that suited her tastes. So she
DEMANDS that one of the guards takes her to the grocery store, which of
course, he CAN'T-no one's supposed to know she's still in Port Charles.
The guard reminds her of this and asks her for a grocery list. All the
while, he's still keeping his cool, even though she's giving him a MAJOR
attitude. After making the poor guy wait for 45 minutes, she comes
downstairs, her hands empty, and tells him to use his imagination-bring
her back something he thinks she'd like. So he leaves-"
"And returns with a six month's supply of Fruit Loops!" Dara guffawed.
"Yeah," Alexis replied, beginning to laugh herself.
Composing herself, Dara dabbed at the corners of her eyes; she'd laughed
so hard she was in tears. "Fruit Loops. That's too poetic!" as she
crossed the room. "Well, I have to say this: if nothing else, my stay
here looks like it's gonna be a real trip." She opened the door to find
Brenda on the other side. Stifling the irresistible urge to laugh, Dara
smiled instead. "Evening, Brenda," as she walked out the door.
Brenda turned and watched Dara go down the hall towards Jason's
Penthouse. Entering, she looked at Alexis. "Lemme guess-we've got a
new roommate?" Alexis nodded as Brenda closed the door. "Well guess
she needed more than an "angel" watching over her," she smirked.
~*~
Dara sauntered up to the door of Jason's Penthouse.
"Evening, Rinaldo."
"Ms. Jensen."
"Please. Call me Dara. I'm here to see Jason-he's expecting me."
Rinaldo nodded his head as he opened the door. "Hey, Rinaldo." Dara
turned to face the man who nearly 24 hours ago, she'd literally brought
to his knees. "Sorry about your wrist. It wasn't personal. Strictly
business."
"Don't sweat it, Dara." He offered up a chilling smile. "My thoughts
exactly if I woulda had to pump a bullet in your head."
Dara nodded, returning the smile with equal chill. "Nice to know we
understand each other, huh?"
~*~
Entering the Penthouse, Dara found the living room empty. Noticing
light filtering from beneath a door to her right, she made her way down
the hall. She opened the door and was about to step into the room when
she was violently jerked backwards.
"Just what in the hell do you think you were doing?!" Jason had Dara by
the collar of the shirt, pinned against the wall.
"You know, you really need to expand your vocabulary. Can't you think
of a more menacing line than that one?"
Locking eyes with Dara, Jason's hands quickly dropped to her wrists.
Grabbing them tightly, he pinned them to her sides. "Don't EVEN think
about kneeing me in the groin," he hissed. "I'll ask you one more
time-what were you doing in my office?"
"You-summoned-me," she sneered. Incredibly, Dara was thankful her hands
were pinned to her sides. For if they were free, her temper might have
gotten the better of her and she would've slapped Jason. As she stood
on the receiving end of his blistering gaze, she realized that would NOT
have been a good career move. "Alexis told me you wanted to see me as
soon as I was up. I'm up. I'm here. You weren't in the living room.
I saw the light from beneath the door. Makes sense to me."
Searching her eyes, Jason reasoned she could either lie under pressure
like nobody's business-or she was telling the truth. Opting to go with
the latter, he released his hold on her wrists. "I'm sorry." He walked
away. "I'll talk to you sometime tomorrow. Now is not a good time."
"Fine. You know where to find me."
Standing near the wet bar, Jason downed his drink as he watched Dara
walk away, her hips swaying slightly. He could tell by the way his
shirt fell over her behind she wasn't wearing any underwear. He shook
his head as he realized she'd walked past the guards outside in the very
same attire. "C'mre, Dara." She turned to face him, her brow raised.
"Please," he replied flatly.
Dara crossed the room, coming to rest in front of him. Setting his
drink down, as he locked eyes with her, he peeled back the collar of the
shirt, checking the scaring of the incision above her breast. Still
holding her gaze, he reached down and gently took her by both wrists.
Suddenly, he drew her to him, covering her mouth with his in a hard
kiss. To his surprise, Dara parted her lips. Without thinking, Jason
allowed his tongue to probe the recesses of her mouth-dancing, dueling
with her tongue. Just as the kiss was increasing in its fervor, Dara
bit down on his tongue. The bite wasn't hard enough to cause injury,
but she drew blood.
Jason drew back, a cryptic smile on his face; his eyes, as always,
revealing nothing. "You didn't like that, did you?" he asked.
"Uninvited guests rarely tend to be received warmly." He paused, his
intense gaze fixed upon Dara. "Do we understand each other?"
"Completely." She returned his stare. "You're the Boss-long as I
respect that, my stay here will be a pleasant one. If I don't-well, I
don't want to entertain the consequences. Obviously, your office is off
limits-unless an invitation is extended, correct?"
"Which I rarely do."
"Understood." Dara was silent as she looked Jason over. "When you're
ready to discuss things, send for me. Whatever you need from me, I'll
give freely. My mind is at your disposal." She paused, offering up a
wry smile. "Everything else of mine? It's like your office-off limits,
by invitation only." She turned to walk away. "And like you, I rarely
extend `invitations.' Good night, Boss," she called out without looking
back.
As he watched Dara walk away, Jason lightly touched his finger to his
still throbbing tongue. A wry smile on his face, he turned and headed
for his office.
~*~
Alexis and Brenda were still up when Dara entered the Penthouse.
Nodding towards both women, Dara walked past without saying a word.
"Well, she ain't walking bowlegged," Brenda smirked.
"Not yet," Alexis muttered under her breath. Suddenly, Alexis was
overcome by a wave of jealousy. Dara was right. The three of them under
the same roof WAS gonna be a trip.
~*~
Leaning against her bedroom door, Dara closed her eyes.
Rolling her tongue over her lips, she smiled. The taste of Jason's
Tequila-tinged kiss was still fresh. Tequila. Exactly what she'd
expect a man like him to drink. He probably even eats the worm, she
chuckled. Turning out the lights, she allowed the slivers of moonlight
filtering through the blinds to be her guide as she made her way towards the
bed. As she climbed beneath the covers, she reflected upon
the events of the past 48 hours: In that span of time, she'd gone from
crusading District Attorney-slash-Secret Agent to residing under the
room of the head of the Eastern Seaboard's biggest Syndicate. The
moment she called Alexis, she had the feeling nothing would ever be the
same again. When Jason showed up to announce he was the "protection"
Alexis had spoken of, her feelings were confirmed. Dara Jensen and
Jason Morgan on the same side?! As Luke loved to say, who'da thunk it.
Closing her eyes, Dara once again licked at her lips, giving a wry
laugh.
Oh, yes-the worm has DEFINITELY turned!
Carly and Alexis are the first at the table waiting for
the others they
start chatting about stuff. Carly leans forward her eyes
inquisitive.
"So what happened at the benefit?"
Alexis replies ruefully leaning forward as well her hands wrapped
around
a coffee cup. "You probably would have loved it. What a mess!
Luke
noticed the necklace-- right off."
Carly laughs. "I KNEW he would! So... was he bent out of
shape?"
Alexis shakes her head. "I don't know. About that time Jason
sent me
on an errand. Jason told me in the limo to not be alone with
either
Stefan or Luke because he wants them both to know that there are
a new
set of Rules in play.
Carly grimaces. "RULES! Jason is an absolute tyrant where
rules are
concerned. The one knock down drag out fight we've had has been
about
rules. I thought he was never going to speak to me again. I
started
asking him questions about something he figured was none of my
business. He went from zero to sixty in nothing flat.
Alexis nods. "I've seen that."
Carly replies, "He never touched me but he was so cold I
would rather
have had a fat lip! I never want him to be that mad at me again.
You
were Tony's attorney so you know what kind of mess I was in. If
Jason
hadn't made up with me and been there for me I would have lost
Michael.
He set things up so I would have a relationship with Bobbie, and
Luke
hasn't threatened me ONCE since I moved in with Jason."
"If I may be blunt-- you've changed a lot since you hooked
up with
Jason."
"Not really. I'm just not angry anymore. And I realized now
what
blood ties can really mean-- that whole nature versus nurture
thing that
I thought was such bull back in school played out in the real
world.
How much blood can be overcome with environment. You've had your
own
experience with angry Spencers."
"That's true--But I hope you're wrong because the blood
running through
my veins could be hazardous to everyone's health."
"I know."
Alexis leans back in her chair. "Jason wouldn't have cared
if I went in
to my room and was never seen again or about pulling a no show at
the
benefit. You set it up! You set it all up! You wanted me to be
seen
with Jason and picked the most public forum." Carly says
nothing just
takes a sip of her coffee as Alexis processes the new information..
"You haven't changed a bit have you?"
"NOT-- ONE --BIT." Carly replies smugly Just then Emily
comes down the
stairs cutting short the women's conversation. "Hey Em.
Howzit going?"
"Okay I guess. Jason's still up with Michael. Those two are
so cute
together."
Alexis laughs. "Don't let Jason hear that. I don't think
'cute' is
what he strives for."
"What do you have planned for today, Em?"
"Rinaldo is going to drop me off at school." Emily
makes a face. "I
think he wants to check the place out. He and Jason had a chat
yesterday."
"OH GREAT." Carly replies sarcastically, shaking her
head. "That means
one of two things-- either there's drugs on campus or a narc."
"Or a third," Alexis adds her eyes narrowing. "He
thinks someone knows
that Emily is staying here. Moreno is a pig and crazy. I don't
think
waiting for sentencing in jail is going to slow him down any."
"DAMN you're right! Em, this guy Moreno is as bad as Dorman
ever
dreamed of being. It wouldn't matter if you were here or at the
mansion; if he figures he can mess Jason up through you, he will.
You
see anything weird, tell Rinaldo. I'd stick close to Lucky too.
He's
normally pretty good at spotting the creeps. Although he's like
his
father, he likes to stir things up but he'd make sure you were
okay
first."
"Or Nikolas. Normally wherever one is, the other isn't so
that'll cover
the bases. What's the school policy on cell phones?"
"We aren't really supposed to have them but the only ones
that get
confiscated are the ones that are ringing."
"I'm going to be here or my office at the hospital today so
you can take
my cell phone." Alexis decides. "The number is new so
the only people
calling would be one of us."
Carly nods. "I like that idea and I think Jason would too."
Brenda comes out of the kitchen blowing on a cup of hot chocolate.
She's dressed in sloppy sweats and her hair is tied up in a knot.
"What
would Big Brother like?" Brenda gives Emily a one armed hug
then sets
down the chocolate to give her a firm squeeze that Emily returns.
"Me carrying a cell phone to school for emergencies."
"That sounds reasonable; 'course me and reasonable haven't
been on
speaking terms for awhile!" Brenda jokes. "So what is
for breakfast?
Some idiot bought a bunch of sugar cereal for the other apartment.
If I
eat that ....crud I'll be weighing 300 pounds before Jason can
get me
the hell out of here."
Alexis snickers then covers by taking a sip of her coffee
avoiding
Carly's questioning gaze and Brenda's glare. Carly replies
semi-diplomatically. "Well then nobody would recognize you."
Brenda's glare turns on Carly who shrugs her shoulders in reply.
Brenda
changes the subject through gritted teeth. "So what
emergency could it
be?"
Emily attempts to smooth the waters with her hurried answer.
"Alexis
and Carly think that someone may be causing trouble for Jason and
might
use me to do it like Dorman did."
"Well if you are around Jason then you'll be in the line of
fire and you
either have to deal with it or get the hell away."
"I think that you are exaggerating. If you are careful and
learn from
other people's mistakes there is no reason to panic. Nothing has
happened to me while I've been with Jason." Carly interjects
reassuringly.
"I guess that just proves how unimportant you are!"
"Listen, you psycho bitch, if you think that I am going to
put up with
your insults at this table you are going to finally have that
sliced up
face that you fantasized about for so long and you won't ever
have to
worry about being recognized!"
"Oh my-- have I struck a nerve?" Brenda gets right into
Carly's face
her eyes glowing and her step bouncy as she bites of her words
sharply
and probes for weaknesses. Alexis picks up her coffee cup and
steps
back to the thankfully bulletproof and reinforced windows. Alexis
waves
Emily over by her. Emily looks over to the stairs where Liz is
now
settling in on one of the treads to enjoy the show. Liz reaches
into
her bookbag for her pack of cigarettes; she stares at it
wistfully
wafting the unlit smokes under her nose before regretfully
returning the
cigarettes to the bag.
Just then Rinaldo lets himself in the front door after a soft rap
that
went unheard and unanswered. "Oh Jeez!" He takes in the
sight of the
two women toe to toe with Carly towering over the petite Brenda.
He
shakes his head and makes his way over to Alexis and Emily.
Settling in
next to Emily, he says in an undertone that doesn't reach the
combatants. "I was wondering when this was going to happen."
Emily looks at him entreatingly. "Aren't you going to stop
it?"
"NO way. Do I look stupid? I'm not getting between those two."
When
he sees Emily's shocked expression he decides to explain further.
"It's
like the kids at school, Em; you break them up too soon and then
the
fight will move and escalate. You've seen it... teacher breaks up
a
tussle in the hall and the next thing you know you have a brawl
after
school. Don't worry I won't let them kill each other."
Just then Dara comes from the kitchen having found the corridor
between
the two apartments that passes through the kitchens after
discovering
herself alone in the other apartment. "Whoops looks like
y'all are
busy. I'll just come back later."
Emily looks at her with all the rage built up from the years of
dealing
with the police and district attorney in Port Charles. "WHAT
ARE YOU
DOING HERE? WHY ARE YOU HERE? HAVE YOU COME TO ARREST JASON
AGAIN?!
WHY DON'T YOU JUST LET HIM ALONE! HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG!"
Emily's outburst distracts the two combatants who turn and in a
blink of
an eye take in the situation. Carly moves to reassure Emily.
"No, Em,
she is just staying here because of the explosion at the
courthouse
yesterday."
Emily tries to move around Carly to get a clear view at Dara.
"It's a
lie. She hates Jason. When ever something goes wrong she arrests
him.
She arrested him for Dorman, she arrested him for Valentine, she
tried
at arrest him for SAVING NIKOLAS' LIFE. She'd arrest him for a
rainy
day if she could. If she was actually doing her job then she
would have
caught the guy that shot Jason or the one that shot Nikolas but
she
doesn't care about that all she wants to do is put my brother in
jail!
It's a set up. Where is your warrant? You can't be here without a
warrant! Alexis, tell her she has to leave... TELL HER!"
Rinaldo comes
up behind an escalating Emily and puts his hands on her shoulders.
"Emily..." he says softly. "Come on, Em."
Emily turns around swiftly and wrapping her arms around Rinaldo's
waist
she buries her face in his chest. In a muffled voice she asks as
she
cries. "Tell her she has to leave-- tell her." Rinaldo
awkwardly pats
Emily on the shoulder and back as he glares at Dara for getting
him into
this mess.
Jason calls from the landing midway down the stairs where he
stands
holding the baby. "What in the hell is going on here?"
Liz pops up off
the stair she had been sitting on and moves out of Jason's way.
Emily
lets loose of Rinaldo and runs upstairs snagging Michael from
Jason's
arms taking him back up stairs with her. "Carly?"
"Let her go, Jase. The baby will calm her down. Nobody told
Em that
Dara was here. Her appearance caused a ...shock."
"Why is she so upset?"
"Boss, She associates Ms Jensen with you getting arrested.
Emily thinks
that Ms Jensen is setting you up."
"Well the is a reasonable assumption and a reasonable
reaction then."
Jason nods understanding and walks down the stairs the subject
closed as
far as he is concerned.
Liz walks over to Brenda who has been rolling her eyes at Jason's
reactions. "Do you want to go up on the roof and have a
smoke? It's
about the only place that nobody gets tense about."
"Whatever-- I just smoke over in the other apartment."
"Actually Brenda, I'd been meaning to speak to you about
that ..."
Alexis begins.
Brenda raises her hand in a silencing motion. "Is the roof
offer still
open?"
Liz grabs her book bag and throws it over her shoulder. "Come
on it's
not so bad there is actually a little gazebo thing up there with
a space
heater." Practically pushing Brenda out the door Liz keeps
talking.
"So what was it liked to be locked up? I mean-- I've been
grounded most
of my life how bad could it be?...."
"Well that wasn't quite what I had in mind for Liz
to get Brenda out of
here." Jason shrugs. "Whatever works. Why don't we all
have a seat."
As the women and Rinaldo sit down Jason picks up some folders and
deals
them out like playing cards: Alexis, Carly, Dara and Rinaldo.
Giving
everyone a chance to look at their folders, Jason goes to check
on
breakfast. Within minutes he is seated at the head of the table
and
Graciella is bringing in hot plates of juevos rancheros with warm
tortillas. Jason smothers his in more salsa and begins to refuel.
Graciella goes back into the kitchen shutting the door firmly
behind
her.
Carly looks up from her folder. "Oh Man, Luke is going to
have a
conniption."
"You've been doing the books with me for months. I'll still
look them
over but I don't see why you can't handle it. We've always done
the
books here anyway."
"This doesn't mean you are getting out of our pool games
though." Carly
says questioningly.
"No Way. Although it's kinda like taking candy from a baby."
"HA HA for that you lose this week, Morgan!"
"Right. You need to set up some household books as well.
This many
people here I need to know at a glance what is going on."
"Probably an appointment book too as crowded as this place
is getting."
Carly adds.
Jason grimaces. "I hope it doesn't come to that, but I'll
handle it.
Good. Rinaldo, you're going to be taking the girls to school so
you're
next. Do you have an questions?"
"Not one. I'll see you later, let you know how it goes."
Taking the
one sheet from his folder with the one word on it, Rinaldo shreds
it
then throws it into the fireplace. Rinaldo goes upstairs to get
Emily.
About a minute later, Rinaldo is back with Emily her eyes are
dry, but
puffy and her jaw is tight.
"Michael is playing in his crib; he had a bottle up there
but he'll want
his breakfast later."
"Thanks Em." Carly rises and gives her a hug. "I'll
bring Michael with
me when we come to pick you up. Maybe you and he can sneak into
the
mansion to see Lila."
"Okay." Rinaldo and Emily leave to get Liz.
Jason focuses on Dara. "I want everything that you and your
... sources
have on Moreno. Every soldier, every asset, every person that he
has in
his pocket including the name of your WSB superiors who were
dealing
with him."
Carly about comes out of her chair. "What?! She's a what?"
Dara replies. "WSB Agent."
"But they have had a falling out. And Dara, I really wish
I'd known you
were going to firebomb your apartment before we got on the
elevator. We
would have taken the stairs. How's the concussion?"
"It hurts, but I'll live."
"So how do you want to handle this?"
"I know one person I can trust inside the agency but he's
been staying
away from the office-- now I know why."
"Not much of a friend if he didn't warn you." Carly
interjects. Her
eyes convey her fury at the realization that Dara had endangered
Jason
and her words are chopped short. Jason covers Carly's clenched
fist and
squeezes it warningly. "I'm going to check on Michael. Let
me know
when she's gone." Carly rises pushing her chair back
abruptly Carly
slides Jason her half empty plate that she is done with. He
spreads
more salsa over the leftovers and digs in before further
detailing his
concerns ignoring Carly's flounce up the stairs.
"You're on a roll-- first Emily and then Carly."
"I'm sorry about Emily; she's a sweet girl, too much has
already
happened to her."
"I'll talk to Emily but she has a legitimate concern."
"Believe me, I never thought I'd be here. What are you going
to do with
the information?"
"You don't want to know. Let's just say-- all connections
between
Moreno's organization and the WSB will be ... severed."
"I need a secure phone line."
"All the phone lines are secure and swept regularly."
"I knew that yours was. Is there any word on Garcia?"
"He's in about the same shape as you were in: concussion,
lacerations,
but he had to have his spleen removed so he's still in the
hospital. As
soon as he's back on his feet he'll be knocking on my door. Why?"
"Because he's a good cop. And he had no idea what was going
down.
Taggert either."
"Taggert was an ass. And not a good cop either. He lost more
cases for
you than he won."
"He didn't play by the rules but then neither do you."
"Oh but I do. They're just my rules. And I'd advise you to
get on
Carly's good side. She runs the house and everything that you
need goes
through her."
"Is that a rule?"
Jason considers briefly. "Yeah, I guess it is."
Alexis takes off her glasses folding them neatly on top of the
open
folder. She is stunned by the contents of the folder and her
poker face
has slipped abit. Jason watches her curiously as she tries to
find her
composure. "Well.... Well, " Alexis repeats herself and
then clears
her throat. "You want ME to watchdog ELQ?"
Jason leans forward pushing his empty plate away. "I want
ELQ so clean
that Ned squeaks. You know all of the players. Justus and I are
fed up
with them. If it weren't for Lila and ELQ, I'd never set foot in
that
house again. So you're going to proxy my shares. You and I will
go
over everything. I've already made some notes where Ned and the
old man
are trying to slide things by the next board meeting."
"I saw those; I see what you mean."
"By the time you go to that meeting I want you up to speed:
facts,
figures and everything that they are trying to hide. I want you
in
their faces. I also want Jax off that board. He is insinuating
himself
too much into ELQ activities. He's ripe for another takeover
attempt.
You shine a light on what he is doing and he'll go scurrying
under the
nearest furniture. I want you to analyze J&J of Alaska-- I
know there's
some dirt buried there. Sonny and I found some of it. Find out
where
they're weak and we'll use our percentage of the ELQ dividends to
start
pulling the foundation out from them."
"Who are planning to take over-- ELQ or J&J?" Jason
just smiles and
says nothing. "Okay I'll prep for both. What happened to
only being
interested in what happened in YOUR TOWN?"
"Jax is playing in my town. As far as I'm concerned ELQ
belongs to
Michael and Emily. Anything that Jax does to harm the company
harms
them. It's not going to happen. Alexis?"
Alexis looks up from the notes she'd been frantically scribbling.
"Yes?"
"The international company that is pushing the docks project...
It's a
Cassadine front, isn't it?"
After a long pause. "Yes, I recognized the name."
"I would have thought Stefan would wait. This is too close
to the
Jakarta deal. "
"STEFAN would wait. I don't know what Stefan has planned. I
was out of
the loop from the Jakarta deal on." Alexis answers. Jason
starts
thinking his gaze goes flat momentarily then he starts grinning.
"What's so funny?" Dara asks.
"Jax used an older displaced female family member before.
Felt sorry
for him then maybe I should feel sorry for him now. Wonder who
he's in
bed with?"
Alexis gets an instant mental picture despite all efforts to
block.
"Ewwww that's disgusting. But I thought that Jax was smart?!"
"And arrogant. He played Tracy for a fool and walked away
with no
losses."
"I'll see if I can find any connections ."