At a small house outside of town, Moreno
reclines-- feet up on the
coffee table but his eyes belie the ease of his posture. "It
may've
gone like clockwork but I'm going to need to get out of the
country--
new face, new papers and lots of money. This is Morgan's doing,
so much
for a truce."
"Boss, All this stuff happened before the truce."
Blanching under
Moreno's glare, his Lt. pulls out a folder of photos. "Here's
the
pictures so far."
Moreno fans the pictures out on the coffee table. "This
isn't a stable;
it's a harem!" Moreno starts picking up pictures and
throwing them back
down. "This one is the mother of his kid; this one is the
kid's
godmother. Well, Well, Well! Is this Brenda Barrett? Hmmm Sonny's
old
lady. How did you get this picture?"
"Helicopter. She was on the roof. Only the penthouse has
access to the
roof."
"Who's this one?" Moreno holds up a picture.
"That's the lawyer, Alexis Davis. She was talking to Jensen
in the
courtroom after you got pulled out of there."
"So... she might be the last person to see Dara before the
explosion?
Other than the cop... Garcia."
"Yeah, our contact in the PCPD says they're still sifting
through her
apartment but she isn't a priority 'cause they figure she is dead."
"Maybe little Daralee found some shelter after all. Big
Mistake, Baby.
A little pressure in the right place and Morgan will fold like a
cheap
tent."
"Boss?"
"There's a picture missing." Moreno muses softly
tapping his lip with
his thumb.
The Lt. goes through the pictures again. "No, they're all
there."
"Robin Scorpio, Duke Lavery's girl. Morgan got all puffed up
when I
introduced myself to her at the kid's baptism. Find her and find
out
what security is on her. Just pictures for now. She's bait for
the
trap."
PCPD Headquarters.
A flurry of activity swamps the detectives' bullpen as all
resources,
favors and snitches are called in to find Moreno. All other
pending
cases are on hold until he is back in custody. The commissioner
of
police, sheriff and District Attorney, Mick Schultz meet in the
commissioner's office. Schultz screams at the Sheriff. "What
kind of
jail are you running?! What kind of idiots did you hire?! The
press is
all over this, and it's your hairy white ass flapping in the
breeze.
I'm not going down for your incompetence! And YOU!" The DA
turns on
the PCPD Commissioner who had been grinning at the chewing out
that his
political rival had been receiving. "What are you doing
standing around
picking your nose? We finally get a conviction and it won't mean
JACK
if Moreno isn't caught!"
"Just Slow down! I'm down two detectives: Garcia is in the
hospital and
Taggert is still being pieced together for burial. They were my
top
team with organized crime."
"And I lost two corrections officers on escort duty, killed
when Moreno
escaped."
"Excuses! We've all lost people. Dara Jensen was my top ADA
and they
still haven't found her."
From the door a soft voice is heard. "And I don't think
that they
will. Because I don't think that she is dead." All three
turn to the
pasty faced man, beads of sweat formed on his brow, leaning in
the
doorway.
"Sweet Jesus! Garcia, What the hell are you doing out of the
hospital?! Sit down before you fall down." The commissioner
gives
Garcia a hand to a chair that he sags gratefully into.
Garcia's speech comes in halting pauses as he gathers back his
strength
and his breath. "Heard Moreno escaped.... All started to
make
sense....he's got something on her."
Mick Schultz explodes. "THAT'S BULL! She did everything
legal to bring
him down!"
Garcia nods. "Yeah, but she was scared. The stuff he was
screaming at
her in the court didn't make sense to me... but it did to her.
She was
freaked. She only started asking about protection after that. I
don't
think that she went back to her apartment. That would be the
first
place that Moreno's people would look for her."
The sheriff interjects. "That's very interesting, Detective,
but
Moreno's our priority right now. We've got two more cases of
Murder
with Special Circumstances once he's caught."
"Three-- if we can link him to Taggert's. And too many
assaults to be
counted on both hands if he was behind the car bomb." Agrees
the DA.
"Poor Dara is just speculation at this point and even if
you're right--
a statistic if Moreno isn't caught."
Garcia closes his eyes tired and frustrated by even more evidence
of the
Peter Principle in practice. "If we can find Dara, we'll
find Moreno."
"Moreno is going to be getting out of the country ASAP. He
isn't going
to be looking to even the score with Dara. My people are already
stretched thin covering every airport, train station and highway
between
here and Rochester." The commissioner dismisses Garcia's
theory.
Garcia's dark gaze focuses on his boss with the piercing quality
of a
laser. "You have no idea what you are dealing with; I do. I
was raised
in that environment-- scores will be settled, then yeah, Moreno
will be
soaking up the rays in Rio."
"Damn it Garcia, I don't have the manpower to go off on some
wild goose
chase."
"Then I'll do it myself."
"You can't get your ass out of that chair without help-- let
alone take
on Moreno if you could find him! You should be in the hospital
pinching
nurses fannies. That's about all the excitement your body can
take."
"There is nothing wrong with my brain. I know the players--
YOU NEED
ME. And Dara was my responsibility."
All four fall silent until finally the Sheriff speaks. "How
do you feel
about working with a woman?" Garcia shrugs. "I've got a
reserve; she
was laid off last year. She's been bugging me about getting back
in the
action. She's annoying as hell, but a crack shot and she can take
care
of herself. She helped take down Rivera and the Tinman so she's
not
totally green."
Garcia groans. "Ardanowski."
"I see her rep precedes her. You need legs and she has a
pretty pair.
I'd say that you are short of options. Ardanowski or back to GH
and
pinching fannies."
"Call her. I want to see Moreno's phone logs and visitor's
list."
The sheriff hands Garcia a file off the commissioner's desk. and
pulls
out a cell phone to call personnel for V's number. While waiting
he
informs Garcia, "There were only three visitors the last day.
Moreno's
new lawyer, his assistant and Rex Stanton." Garcia looks
over curiously
and the Sheriff shrugs. "Don't ask me. Stanton's a nutcase,
but we've
never believed that he was mobbed up." Garcia sees the name
of the
lawyer's assistant and begins to swear in English and Spanish.
"What?
What is it?"
"The lawyer's assistant... he's Moreno's right hand. Let me
guess--
'cause he was with the lawyer he wasn't searched and the
conversation
wasn't monitored."
Mick Schultz replies mendaciously. "That would be a
violation of
privilege."
Garcia snorts disbelievingly and then changes the subject from
the lost
cause. "What symptoms was Moreno displaying?"
"Shortness of breath, tight chest. Looked like a heart
attack or some
kind of allergic reaction."
Garcia grins. "GOT HIM!"
"What? Who?" asks the commissioner.
"Morgan. He did the same thing to get Sonny away from police
surveillance."
"You think that Moreno and Morgan have teamed up?"
"You better hope so." Replies Garcia.
"Why is that?" the Sheriff asks incredulously.
"Cause if they haven't, then Morgan is going to make a grab
for Moreno's
territory and the bodies are going to start piling up."
The Penthouse
Jason sits on the couch giving Michael his afternoon bottle
before the
kid goes down for a nap. Carly and Emily come in shedding coats
and
books. Jason looks over to them and smiles as they both run
fingers
through their hair trying to get rid of the imprints of 'hat
hair'.
Jason's eyes narrow as he sees the evidence of red swollen eyes
on Emily
and looks questioningly at Carly who shrugs. Deciding the Emily
needs
some time with Jason, Carly announces to the room, "I'm
going over to
the other apartment and make up a shopping list. Looks like
Michael is
in good hands... the best."
Emily comes over to the couch and stands in front of Jason and
looks
longingly at the baby. "Do you want to hold him?" Jason
asks.
"Would he mind?"
"At this point Dr. Jones could be holding the bottle 'cause
that's all
Michael is interested in. Come here and sit down next to me."
Emily
sits down close to Jason. He transfers the baby to Emily who
grabs the
bottle so that the feeding is uninterrupted. Michael with eyes
closed
blissfully ignores the transfer, safe in steady arms. Jason sits
close
to Emily one arm along the couch and the other plays with
Michael's free
hand. "You okay?"
"Yeah, It was a rough day. Everything is fine now."
"What happened?"
"A little of everything. There are some girls at school who
specialize
in making everyone's life hell-- especially if you're different.
And a
tall, skinny, grade curve busting, recovering drug addict is just
too
much of a target to resist. Liz and Lucky ran interference but I
can't
avoid the clique all the time."
"You want me to have a chat with them?"
"No, in some ways that makes it worse. It doesn't stop them
from
talking and plotting."
"Okay-- it's your choice. But I want to be the first to know
if you
change your mind. Did you notice anyone or anything strange at
the
school?"
"No, but Carly and Alexis told me to be careful 'cause of
that Moreno
guy. Alexis had me take her cell phone to school."
"I'm glad they're looking out for you."
"Everyone looks out for each other here. It's not like at
the house."
"Ah... part two of the rough day?" Jason gives Emily's
shoulder a
reassuring squeeze.
Yeah, Grandfather, Alan and AJ were home. Grandfather was picking
fights. Alan is more like a grizzly bear than a teddy bear 'cause
he's
off the drugs and everything rubs him the wrong way. AJ was
trying to
keep them from butting heads but as soon as he saw Carly...."
Jason grins. "The fur started to fly?"
"Alan was so stressed; he left the room. Grandfather was
blustering
'cause Carly didn't bring Michael. Grandmother just shook her
head in
disgust."
"And Carly?"
"Was loving it." Emily replies in amazement. "Grandmother
noticed it
too. I think the only thing that upset Lila was Alan. By the time
we
left Carly had a bounce in her step and looked as if she was
looking
for Monica to go another round. Grandfather was stuttering, he
was so
ticked and AJ looked as if he wanted to hit something."
"You may have noticed something about Carly...." Emily
looks over at
Jason questioningly. "She likes to fight. She's kind of
perverse that
way. Luke says it's in the Spencer genes."
Emily nods. "I think he's right. Lucky looks for fights on
occasion
too. Not fistfights but trash talking, you know? Jason? Michael
was
suppose to be with us. I mean, Carly said that she'd bring the
baby so
grandmother could see him. It's good that he wasn't but...."
"Moreno escaped from jail. I was going to talk to both you
and Liz.
Staying with me just got more dangerous. Emily, that is why Dara
is
here. She knows things about Moreno that I don't, and if I don't
have
that information, things will be a lot messier."
"So she has to stay."
"Yeah, but she's playing on our team. Moreno wants her as
badly as he
wants me. And she's smart, Dara knows she has greater odds of
living if
she stays with me than if she asks the system to protect her."
"But Jason that's wrong; she should be able to go to the
police."
"It's her choice and believe me, I'll watch her. But you and
Liz need
to know what is going down. Where is Liz?"
"We dropped her off at the hospital before going to the
mansion. She
said that she owes Alexis some time for doing all that paperwork
for
her. Liz decided it was time to clear the air with her
grandmother
too."
"You think she's going to move home?"
"I don't know."
"Well now would be the time. This building is as secure as I
can make
it. All the security, all the drivers that make deliveries to
this
building are all my people. But being seen with me or being
associated
with me could get you hurt."
"What are Carly and the baby doing?"
"Carly's staying. Like I said-- She likes a fight. But
Michael won't
be leaving the penthouse until Moreno is caught and his
organization
destroyed. It's a war, Emily. The smart thing to do would be to
move
back to the mansion."
Emily takes the finished bottle from Michael's lips and shifts
him to
her shoulder rubbing his back gently but firmly. Her eyes are old
with
life experience--her mother's death, Matt's death, Dorman, all
the
Quartermaine rows. "No. Not unless you make me and I don't
think that
you will. Jason, Moreno knows who I am; he was at the baptism.
Moving
back to the mansion would be putting everyone else in danger. And
he
would come after me whether I was here or not. Carly says that
Moreno
is worse than Dorman would ever dream of being... and that is
what
Dorman would have done."
Jason rises from the couch and taking Emily's chin in his hand,
kisses
her on the side of the forehead. "You shouldn't have to
think that way,
Emily."
"If I had thought this way before, Dorman couldn't have hurt
me or the
family."
General Hospital Social worker's office-- a
phone rings. Continuing to
finish up paperwork, Keesha picks up the phone and places it to
her
ear. "Keesha Ward. How may I help you?"
"So how does your cousin like working for a pimp?"
"Who is this?" Keesha snaps back emphatically.
"...Or does Morgan just like nailing underage girls like
Elizabeth
Weber? She looks like she'd be a wildcat in the sack, the kind
that
likes it a little rough, if you know what I mean. Is your cousin
getting
a little piece of that action? Part of his benefit package maybe?"
"Shut your filthy mouth!" Keesha slams down the phone.
Furiously angry
she counts to ten and then to twenty. Then Keesha tries deep
breathing;
finally she rises and gathering her purse stalks from the office.
The office of GH counsel-- Alexis Davis.
"Elizabeth, I really appreciate you helping out; I just
thought that
you'd be answering some phones while my secretary is off at a
doctor's
appointment. I really didn't expect the filing and typing."
Liz looks over from the filing cabinets where she's methodically
replacing files that Alexis had finished with. "Well it was
really
obvious to my parents when I wasn't attempting to calculate the
square
root of pi in my cradle that I wasn't going to be a brainiac like
my
sister so they shuffled me off to the vocational track in high
school:
typing, office machines. Stuff where you don't have to think...
where
the work is faster if you don't think."
"But Elizabeth... ninety words a minute is amazing! And I've
had temps
before where finding a file afterwards was impossible. don't tell
my
secretary but your work product is better than hers. Do you want
to do
this full time when she goes on maternity leave? Scratch that--
you're
still in school."
"I can help out if you want; I mean, I barely ever get to
take care of
Michael. Between Carly, Jason and Emily, I'm the babysitter on
call who
never gets called."
Johnny pokes his head in the door. "Ms. Davis, I'm going to
do a quick
round on the floor-- check the exits." While Johnny's words
are
respectful his tone is not and his eyes never meet Alexis'
instead they
are focused about a foot lower. He leaves without waiting for a
reply.
"What's his deal?" Liz asks curiously.
"He was present during a very humiliating moment of my life
and he never
lets me forget it." Alexis grimaces at the memory.
"What happened?"
"I, what is the word... ticked, yes, ticked Jason off and
was reminded
of my place. Sometimes I don't understand Jason-- actually all of
the
time. One day he is humiliating me if front of that cretin and
the next
he is giving me more autonomy with his business than I ever
dreamed of
having in my family business."
"Wow. So it's like he knows you, right? I mean, he knows
what would
mess with your head."
Alexis rocks back in her chair considering Liz's words. "What
a
horrifying thought. But I believe you are correct. He reads
people. "Alexis nods as the light goes on. "And then he gives them
what they
want."
"IF he wants. I almost blew it the first night when I lied
to him. I
mean I have YEARS of practice at lying and he caught me in
nothing
flat. Carly took me aside later and told me to NEVER lie to Jason
that
it was a waste of time. Emily says its 'cause of the car accident
that
he was in."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, you knew about that right? I mean that's why he isn't
Jason
Quartermaine anymore. He lost all that but now he can look at
someone
and just know that they are lying; it's so weird."
Just then there is a lull in the conversation and Stefan
Cassadine walks
into the office. The file cabinets are out of sight of the door
and
Stefan is unaware of Liz's presence. "Alexis."
"Stefan."
"Your thug has left his post. His presence here is making
the patients
uncomfortable."
"Don't you mean you were lurking until he left, and he makes
you
uncomfortable? How can I help you, Stefan?"
"How could you, Alexis? You have the blood of royalty
running through
your veins. How could you whore yourself to that gangster?"
"Maybe I have more of my mother's blood running through me
than I ever
believed. And I've stopped thinking that being a Cassadine is the
greatest gift to the world. Something that you taught me, Brother
dearest."
Liz's laugh is cut off in a snort drawing Stefan's attention.
"I see
that not all your watchdogs have left."
"Wow... Did you just call me a bitch?''
"Elizabeth!" Alexis' disapproving tone is vaguely
maternal.
"HEY! He started it!"
"Elizabeth, it is alright; I'll speak with Stefan."
"I'm not stopping ya."
"Privately." Stefan grinds out through clenched teeth.
"No way! You've got a bad habit of almost killing people
without half
trying: Nikky, Alexis... my grandmother. You got somethin' to say--
say
it. If you just wanna make Alexis feel bad, you can leave!"
Stefan
draws even straighter his face flushed with fury. "What's
the problem
big guy? Don't you like hearing the truth? Wanna hit me?"
Liz moves
closer to Stefan within arms reach. "Go ahead. Take a shot.
I can take
a punch-- I've had worse and it would be worth it to see your ass
in
jail."
"ELIZABETH!" Alexis has risen from her desk tossing her
spectacles to
it's surface. "That's enough! I'll speak with Stefan. If
leaving us
alone makes you uncomfortable then go get Johnny. Nothing will
happen."
Liz looks over at Alexis then takes a step back from Stefan.
Turning
away she pauses to fire her parting shot. "You touch Alexis
and Jason
will kill you.... and I'll ask him if I can watch." Liz
slams the door
behind her.
"That... that.. blood-thirsty, impudent, adolescent peasant!"
Stefan
sputters.
"Actually I find her quite refreshing. Now Stefan, your time
is
limited. I'm afraid I must agree with Elizabeth. If you've come
to
insult me, you're wasting both of our time. And anything relevant
to my
position here could have been said in front of Elizabeth."
Out in the corridor Liz looks around for Johnny; she spies him in
the
corner of the main floor lobby. His demeanor is distracted as he
focuses on a phone call. He looks up when Liz is within two steps
of
him and blanches as he realizes his luck in it being friend and
not
foe. "Yeah, thanks for the heads up. We'll be there ASAP.
I'll call
back with an ETA after I've talked to Ms. Davis." Johnny
hangs up the
phone. "What's up, Liz?"
"Stefan Cassadine waited until you were gone to go into
Alexis' office.
She told me to come get you."
Johnny looks annoyed but places his hand at the small of Liz's
back as
they walk back to Alexis' office. They are observed by Keesha as
she
storms from her office. "Come on lets go break up that
little chat.
That was Rinaldo on the phone. The boss wants us back a the
penthouse
for a powwow now."
"Something wrong?" Liz doesn't see Keesha watching them
as she moves
closer to Johnny so that their conversation can be semi-discrete.
"Yeah, Moreno escaped and has probably already started to
make his
move." Johnny whispers in her ear his head bent next to hers
and he
maintains the confidential information from making it to the
hospital
grapevine but unwittingly starting another rumor.
"Oh shit."
"Exactly."
The penthouse other apartment. Using a sample grocery list out of
the
Herald food section Carly goes through the kitchen making notes
of
everything that is missing. Everything with the exception of a
cupboard
full of Fruitloops. She looks up from her muttering and writing
as
Brenda says, "You ought not talk to yourself. People might
think you
are crazy."
Carly replies impatiently returning to her list. "Pot and
kettle
right?"
"Oh I'm not thinking that you are insane. Character
disordered
definitely probably sociopathic, narcissistic and any other 'ics
that an
over educated anal priss can come up with."
"Gee. I don't quite know how to take that one." Carly
snips back
sarcastically.
"Any way you want." Flicking on the exhaust fan over
the stove Brenda
lights up a cigarette. "I've decided that I'm not leaving.
That means
that you and me need to find a way to get along."
"What happened to being afraid that Jax was going to run
your life?"
"I've taken care of that." Brenda takes a drag on her
cigarette. Her
overly long sleeves falling back revealing a gold bracelet
approximately
four inches in width that cover the scars left from her suicide
attempt.
"Nice bracelet."
"Like it? It's a set." Brenda pushes back her other
sleeve revealing
another bracelet. "It was a present from an admirer. Don't
worry it
wasn't Jason."
"I'm not worried. he wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole."
"Not like Alexis, right? Or what about Dara. How long before
he tries
a piece of her? I guess Jase is making up for lost time when he
was
practicing to be a monk."
"You said something about getting along?"
"Yeah right. So what is it going to take?"
"Not much really in the scheme of things... but I don't
think that you
could do it."
"What's that?"
"If you don't have something nice to say about Jason... just
keep your
damn mouth shut. I won't have you badmouthing him around Emily,
Liz or
our son. In fact I don't want you around our son ever."
There is a knock at the door of the
penthouse. Jason who had been
sitting at the table calls out. "Yeah, What is it Johnny?"
"There is a Keesha Ward to see you."
"Tell her, I'm not interested, and to send any requests for
a donation
to Benny."
Keesha bursts into the room. " I'm not here to beg for money.
I'm here
to tell you to send Lizzie back to her Grandmother or... I'm
gonna bust
your ass!"
"Well, my my...who would have thought such language would
be coming
from such a pristine young woman. So, what's this about Liz?"
"She's under age, Jason. Ever heard the term '16 will get
you 20?'"
"I'm not boffing her, Keesha. She's the baby's Nanny."
"And I'll bet she has a labor permit, right? Jason, Audrey
wants her
home."
"She doesn't want to go. And I won't make her."
"Well, then you force me to bring back some deputies and
we'll take her
home."
"You'd love to bring in the cops, wouldn't you? So, that
they can mess
things up, don't you?"
"I wouldn't lose any sleep over it."
"I bet you wouldn't. What if I were to say that I like
having Liz
here? And that I won't let her go."
"I would say that you and Detectives Garcia are going to
become very
friendly. And you're going to be famous. As Port Charles' New Don:
Jason
Morgan, the Child Molester."
"Baby, if I was with Liz, I sure in hell wouldn't have to
molest her."
"You are so vile."
"Am I, Keesha? IS that's what's been going on in those big
eyes of
yours. I mean, why so much anger towards me."
"It's because you treat AJ like garbage. You live with, and
stick up
for a piece of garbage, and your life has turned to garbage."
"Oh. So, this is all because of what's been done to poor AJ, is it?
Here she is, saintly Keesha Ward. Never thinks of herself, does
she? Or,
is it something else."
"Like what, you clown."
"Like this." Jason pulls Keesha towards him and they
kiss. She resists
him, at first, but then they are going at it hot and heavy. He
pushes
her back onto the table, and begins to unbutton her blouse. As he
nuzzles her like a famished dog, all Keesha could do is moan.
They
continue towards varied states of undress when Keesha pushes him
off of
her, springs up, and rushes towards the other side of the room.
She
stares at Jason, who just smiles, almost evilly. " I knew
that no one
could be as saintly as you pretend to be."
"I don't know what happened between us."
"Oh, it's what's been happening, since that night, in the Quartermaine
Gym. Your mouth said that you were disgusted with me, but your
eyes,
said something else. You know, as me, I have some of Jason
Quartermaine's memories. Now, they aren't clear, but they come in
flashes. And, I remember you-- the feel of your skin, the sounds
you
would make when I was inside you. Most times, it was placid. But,
I
remember instinctively certain things about you..."
"Like what?"
"Enough to know that AJ can't possibly be satisfying your
darkest
desires."
"You're completely disgusting."
"And you want me. So, what does that make you?"
"This was a mistake. Why don't we get back to Lizzie."
"I won't let you take her. It's that simple. BUT..."
"But, WHAT?"
"But, if you stay here, and observe her for awhile, you can
a) report
to Audrey that she's fine, b) see for yourself that she is, and c)
maybe
even work on Lizzie and get her to leave on her own. Much better
plan,
than you swooping down on her, knowing that she doesn't want to
go. And
besides, we could continue our 'conversation'."
"And where would I stay, IF, I actually was giving any
credence to this
ridiculous proposition?"
"Over in Kat Bell's place. There's room for another."
"Oh. What do you have going on here. A Harem?"
Jason laughs. "Maybe so. Wanna toss your hat into my ring,
and fight to
see who becomes #1?"
"You're disgusting."
"You already said that. Got another one?"
"How about delusional! 'Cause there's NO WAY, I'm going to
stay here
with you. So, go to Hell, Jason. I'll be back for Lizzie."
Keesha turns
to leave, and Jason presses a buzzer on the wall. When Keesha
opens the
door, there are bodyguards there.
"Let me pass!"
"Nope, they won't, Keesha. We haven't finished negotiating."
"I told you. There is nothing to negotiate."
"Well, then, you aren't leaving here. Everyone negotiates
with
me--sooner or later."
Keesha turns around and glares at him. She sees the iciness in
his
eyes. " OK. How long would I be in this Zoo?"
"Two weeks. Then, you can leave. So, give me your keys." Keesha opens
her purse and gives them to him. " Rinaldo!"
"Yeah, Boss?"
"Here are the keys to Ms. Ward's apartment. She lives above
Kelly's.
Take her and let her pack clothing for a couple of weeks. And
then, take
her over to the Bell place." Jason turns towards Keesha.
" See Keesha,
compromise."
"Uh-huh." Keesha storms out with Rinaldo trying to
keep up. Jason can't
help but admire the form that was leaving his office in such a
fury. He
hadn't been lying about those flashbacks of him and Keesha. That
girl
was a ball of passion, when she let loose of all that prim and
proper.
He remembered certain things, that he was sure she had to have
learned
from professionals. Two weeks. He would wear her down. But, he
had to
make sure that she and Carly stayed on the opposite sides of the
table.
He had heard about their catfights. And he knew that it could get
UGLY. Jason picks up the phone and dials a speed dial number.
"Yeah,
Justus, you don't have to worry about Keesha over at Kelly's.....
She'll be staying a the penthouse..... You don't want to know how
I did
it."
Keesha got her bags packed. Rinaldo didn't let her use the phone,
but
once. And she left a message on Justus' machine telling him that
she
would be out of touch for the next couple of weeks. She opened
the door
to Katherine's apartment. She saw Alexis and Brenda. They had
shot
glasses on the table. And a bottle of tequila and some limes with
them.
"Alexis? Brenda? What are you doing here?"
"Bonding babe. Keesha, what's a gal like you, doing in a
place like
this?" Brenda asks tossing down a lime peel.
"I thought you were in the hospital."
"I was. But, the great one sprung me. What's your excuse.
What's Jason
doing for you. Or is he DOING you?"
"Brenda!??!"
"Not yet, I see." Both Alexis and Brenda break out in
laughter and then
take shots.
"OH, NO YOU DIDN'T!!! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T!!!"
Jason ducks as Carly throws one of Michael's stuffed animals at
him.
"I Just KNOW that you DID NOT invite Keesha Ward to stay
here!"
"Carly, come on.."
"NO, Jason. What the HELL is the matter with you? I go to
the store to
stock YOUR home for a DAMN siege and when I return Keesha's HERE?
That
sanctimonious, uptight, judgmental twerp is NOT staying here."
"For the next couple of weeks, she has to."
"WHY?!?"
"Look, she showed up. Waiving some legal document that says
she has the
right to take Liz out of here."
"You have Alexis getting Liz free."
"Well, she ain't free yet. Keesha came in here, threatened
to bring the
cops back with her, and forcibly removed from here."
"Doesn't Liz's Grandmother know that she'll just run away
again?"
"Well, it seems, she's willing to take her chances. She
wants Liz out
of here."
"So, if little Miss DoGooder wants Liz, why isn't she gone?"
"Well, I told Keesha that she should stay here, for a
couple of weeks,
and observe Liz here, before she makes any decisions to bring the
cops
in."
"And, what happens AFTER the two weeks?"
"Hopefully Alexis is as good as I think she is, and Liz
will be
emancipated."
"Oh, so little Polly Purebread is here, and we're faking
her out, are
we?"
"Exactly."
"You know Jason. You're so full of BULL sometimes, I can
barely stand
it. I've seen you talking to the twit. And, you didn't have the
SCAM
look in your eyes, you had the SLAM look in your eyes. Now,
Jason, I
believe that we have a great groove on here. I love being here.
And
being in charge. But, there are limits--even for me. That goody-goody
and the petite Princess Robin are it."
"Well, then, you go and tell Liz to hit the road. And tell
her to say
her goodbyes to Michael."
"Low blow, Jase. You know how much Michael loves Liz."
"Yeah. Well, he can still love her IF we play our cards
right. Carly,
this is YOUR house. YOU'RE in charge. Keesha is in the other
apartment.
YOU make all the rules. And, I'll abide by them. But, if we don't
humor
her, we can kiss Liz goodbye. And, I don't want to do that."
"Why, because you like her?"
"She's cool enough. She's good with Michael, which does
make her look
good. But, she's really become close to Emily. And Em needs a
friend or
two. I don't want to take that away from her."
Carly sighs. "Yeah, I know you're right on both accounts.
"So..."
"Alright. Miss Self-Righteous has two weeks. But,
emancipation or
no...she's OUT! Do you understand me?"
"Crystal."
"Good. Well, have Johnny go get her and I'll give her the
rules."
"YOU'LL give her the rules. I thought that was my job.",
Jason laughed.
"I'm going to enjoy this.", Carly says with a grin on
her face. " Hey,
Johnny!"
~~~~
Liz and Keesha were sitting opposite one another on the couch.
Brenda is
pretending to read a magazine while listening.
"Lizzie, don't you know that your Grandmother and Sister
miss you? "
"Oh, please. Little Miss Barbie want me home. How dumb do
you think I
am?"
"Yes, your sister misses you. And, especially your
Grandmother. She
would tell me about the small things that you would do for her
when you
didn't think anyone was watching. How you would make things
easier
around the house. Lizzie, don't you miss your Grandmother?"
Sheepishly, "Sometimes, I miss Gram. But, I don't miss that
living
arrangement. And, I'm not going Back!!"
"Lizzie, surely you know that this arrangement is
completely
intolerable. After all, you're a teenage girl. What are you doing
living
with a Mobster?"
Brenda cackles, "You know, Keesha. I asked myself the same
thing in the
funny farm. And, the only answer I got back was...GREAT SEX!!!"
Keesha glares at Brenda. "Lizzie, you have your whole life
ahead of
you. You've had time to cool off. Don't you see that the path
that
you've chosen will not bring you anything but disappointment?"
Liz bursts out in laughter. "Do you ever LISTEN TO
YOURSELF?!? I know
that you're supposed to be barely out of college, but MAN!! If I
close
my eyes, and listen to the words, I would SWEAR that I was
hearing my
Gram and her cronies. You need a life, Keesha. Way more than I do."
Keesha is about to respond when they hear a knock on the door.
"Come in, Johnny.", Brenda says.
Johnny comes in. "How did you know it was me?"
"Because, you're just dumb enough to think of us as ladies
deserving of
privacy." Johnny has a hurt look on his face. Brenda jumps
up and rushes
over to him. "Aw, Johnny, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm not
used to
being respected like a lady."
"A lady? That's rich.", Alexis says as she comes down
the stairs.
Brenda glares at her. "So, Johnny, I guess I become
flippant about
it. Do you accept my apology?" Brenda leans in and kisses
him on the
cheek. Johnny turns red.
"I hate to interrupt this Hallmark moment, but, is there a
reason that
you're here, Johnny?"
"Yeah. The boss would like to see you, Keesha."
"Me?"
"Yeah, now." Johnny and Keesha leave the apartment.
~~~~
Keesha enters the study. The back of the chair at the desk is
turned
away from Keesha. She had been told that Jason never lets anyone
in.
Johnny closes the door. Keesha stands there for a few moments and
then
says, with a note of impatience in her voice, "Jason?"
The chair turns around and there's..
"Carly!"
"You were expecting someone else?"
"The bodyguard said that JASON wanted to see me."
"Well, if you were doing business with Jason, you would be
seeing him.
But, you, fall under MY domain."
"YOUR domain?"
"Yes, MY domain. Jason takes care of his business. And I
run this
house. So, you'll be dealing with me. If you don't like it, tough.
You
can always leave."
"Then, I'll just go and take Lizzie with me."
"Oh, come on, Keesha. You know that even if you take Liz
today, she'll
be back within hours; you have nothing she wants."
"IF she comes back here, you and Jason will be brought up
on charges."
"And what are those gonna be? Are we gonna be charged with
'helping a
girl who's lost?' or, how about ' giving shelter to a kid with
nowhere
else to go.', but my favorite could be, ' having a teenager under
24
hour supervision.' Who are you kidding, Keesha? I know more about
Liz's
whereabouts than Audrey Hardy ever did. The girl can't take
living
there. She needs space. Didn't you ever need space? Oops, I
forgot who I
was talking to. Little Miss Perfect. I can see it now, Mom, Dad,
daughter, a couple of overprotective brothers who mumbled as they
got
dressed to go to whatever play or concert you were involved with.
I bet
that your parents never missed a one, and always had flowers
afterwards.
Sorry, but the rest of humanity isn't like that."
"I know that. I've learned a lot, Carly. Through my work at
Ward House
and the Foundation.."
"Through your work. Oh, please. What troubles have you had, Keesha?
Tell me. What troubles. Oh, I know, you lost your boyfriend. Big
deal.
But, you've lived this charmed little life, with everyone
thinking
you're just the cat's meow all your life. Well, some haven't had
it as
kind. And most of us can't reach your pedestals."
"I don't think I'm on a pedestal. Just because you're in
the
gutter...." Keesha shrugs
"Watch it."
"No, I won't. You run this house? Fine. Give me your rules,
and I'll
see if I can deal with them. If I can, then I'll honor the
agreement
that I made WITH JASON, to give Lizzie 2 weeks to convince me. If
I
can't. I'll make this deal with you. I'll be back in a week, with
the
cops. But, I am NOT going to sit here and listen to a lecture
from YOU!"
"OK. Then, here are the rules. You don't set a FOOT! In
this Penthouse.
You want to talk to Liz, you call her over there. You want to
talk to
Jason-- Make sure I'm not around. You are NOT welcome to meals,
the
refrigerator over in the other apartment is stocked. All in all,
I don't
want to even think that you're in the vicinity, Keesha. I have my
life,
and I certainly don't want you around.."
"Messing it up?"
"No. That would imply that you had some sort of capability.
I'll think
of you like garbage: I know it's around, but doesn't mean I have
to look
at it. JOHNNY!!"
"Yes, Carly?"
"Keesha's ready to go now."
Keesha glares at Carly as she leaves. After Keesha Leaves, Jason
comes
out of the secret room.
"When you said you and Keesha didn't get along, I didn't
know that you
were THAT serious."
"Yeah, well, she's looked her nose down on me since I hit
town. I think
she's an uptight crank who doesn't have a life of her own, so
she's
'devoted' herself to 'saving' others. God, I hate do-gooders like
her.
They haven't been through anything in their own lives, but feel
quite
welcome to go and lecture others on theirs. She needs to live a
little
before preaching in judgement."
"I can't disagree with you on that."
"So, do you think the rules are too harsh?"
"Nope. They're simple. "
"And if she doesn't follow them?"
"She's out."
~~~~
Keesha sits in a chair out on the terrace. It's twilight. She
couldn't
believe where she was. How in the hell did she get here, of all
places?
She'd closed her eyes for just a few minutes, when she heard a
tap on
her shoulder. She looks up and sees Jason's bodyguard Rinaldo.
"Ms. Ward. Jason wants to see you."
"I thought I wasn't supposed to go to the Penthouse."
"He's waiting for you in the car."
~~~~
Keesha slides smoothly into the limo where Jason waits for her.
"So. What do you want?", Keesha said hostilely.
"I thought we should talk."
"About what?"
"About what almost happened the first time you came to see
me."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Cut the bull, Keesha. There were and are some very serious
vibes going
on between us."
"They're all in your brain-damaged head." Keesha
regretted it as it
sprung from her mouth.
"Oh. Well. And Carly said that you didn't know how to be a
bitch. I'm
going to have to tell her that she's wrong."
"I'm sorry."
"Why? Because you sullied your image by showing a little
spite. What's
up with you thinking that you have to be good all the time? Isn't
that a
bit boring?"
"As opposed to the chaos that is your life. Never a dull
moment."
"Honestly, no.", Jason says laughing.
"Well, sorry, if some of us like normalcy."
"Oh, I believe that you think you do, but I don't think you
like it as
much as you wish you did."
"And YOU know me?"
" I want to."
Keesha laughs. " Ok, I'll humor you. What do you want?"
"How did you meet Jason Quartermaine?"
"It was at the Nurses Ball."
"What were you wearing?"
"Black and white bandage dress."
"Bandage dress?"
"Yes. It fits snugly over.."
" Every groove and curve." Keesha noted that Jason was
looking at her
deeply now. That he was outlining her body with his eyes. The
stare of
those blue eyes, which she once welcomed, because they were so
warm, are
cold as ice. Yet, there was something hypnotic in them. Her eyes
met
his, and she was almost paralyzed. Jason reached out and went to
the top
of Keesha's head. He feels her hair in his hand. He touches the
side of
her face. He goes down the side crossing over and stopping when
he comes
to the mouth. With almost a feathery touch, he outlines the
lips...once...twice...the third time around Keesha opens her
mouth and
sucks at his fingers. A little bit at first...just the tips, and
then
Jason puts his fingers deep into her mouth. Keesha slowly draws
back her
mouth. When Jason's fingertips are touching her mouth, Keesha
opens her
mouth to draw them back in, but Jason begins to tease her,
slightly
moving his fingers just as they are about to meet her mouth.
After
several tries, Keesha sits back, and reaches over to the bar. She
picks
up a cherry and starts playing with it with her tongue. Rolling
her
tongue all over it, never taking her eyes off Jason. She eats the
cherry
and Jason watches her as she swallows it. Keesha leans over and
gets
another cherry. She takes it over to Jason and dangles it in
front of
him. It's only there for a second when he snaps at it and
swallows it
whole.
" Hungry boy, aren't you?" Keesha purrs.
Jason doesn't get a chance to respond because of a knock on the
partition. " WHAT!?"
Jason lowers the partition to see Renaldo there. " We're
back home, Jason."
By the time that Jason turns back to Keesha, she is already
getting out
of the car. Jason has to rush out to catch her at the elevator.
They get
on the elevator and ride up in silence. When the elevator opens
up onto
their floor, Keesha gets out, in silence. She and Jason walk to
their
separate Penthouses. As Jason is about to go into his Penthouse,
he
turns. He sees Keesha standing there, smile on her face, placing
a
cherry in her mouth. Jason laughs and goes inside.
Inside the outcast Penthouse, Brenda is sitting in a chair,
Alexis and
Dara are involved in a game of backgammon. Keesha acknowledges
the
ladies, but goes upstairs in silence.
Alexis and Dara give each other a curious look. There is silence
for a
bit, and then, Brenda speaks up, " Well, she's still
standing. So, no
action took place. But, it looks like there's GONNA BE...Little
Miss
Priss will soon be doing The WILD THING!" Brenda gloats.