When Jason Morgan woke up the morning of February 12, 2003, his life had some semblance of normalcy. He had a job he was good at, a few friends he was close to, a motorcycle he loved to ride at night and a girlfriend he was kind of fond of.

When he finally went to sleep in the early hours of February 13, 2003, some of that was still true. He had a job he was good at and a motorcycle he loved to ride at night.

It only took twenty-four hours to change his life. He went from one extreme to the other.

And he wasn’t quite sure how it happened. How his life took one turn after another until he could barely recognize it.

Time: 9:00 a.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Harborview Towers, Penthouse 4

It was over breakfast that the first of the many changes occurred. Sonny Corinthos sat at his small dining room table and sipped his coffee–one cream and two sugars. His wife sat across from him, sipping her own coffee. There was silence in the room since one of the guards had taken their son to kindergarten earlier that morning.

Carly was reading a magazine, Sonny a newspaper. Their lives had been in an uproar for so many months that a normal routine like this seemed more sacred. Brenda Barrett was finally out of their lives for good, having divorced their best friend and left town with Jasper Jacks after being cleared of all charges in Luis Alcazar’s murder.

Sonny was slowly adjusting to Jason’s relationship with his sister. He wasn’t happy with it, but he realized it wasn’t his decision to make. Carly couldn’t have been more thrilled–Jason finally had a woman in his life that looked up to her–listened to her.

The door opened and the guard, Marco, announced Courtney’s arrival. The blonde barely waited for that to happen before she entered.

“Good morning,” she greeted the couple cheerfully.

“Hey, Courtney,” Sonny replied. He folded the newspaper and set it aside. “Sit down.”

“Oh, I can’t stay that long,” Courtney said. “I just wanted to come by and find out if Carly had plans later today.”

Carly frowned and looked up from her magazine. “No. Why?”

“I need to go shopping,” Courtney said. “And I want your opinion on what I have to buy.”

“What’re you getting?” Sonny asked.

Courtney shifted. “It’s nothing big. Just some clothing. Carly’s got good taste.”

“All right.” Sonny stood and kissed Carly on the cheek. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye,” Carly murmured watching Sonny take his coat and leave. When he was gone, she eyed her sister-in-law. “All right. Spill.”

Courtney grinned and sat in the seat across from Carly. “I need to buy some lingerie.”

Carly raised her eyebrow. “Lingerie,” she repeated.

“I’m just trying to inject something into our sex lives,” Courtney said, not bothering to hold back.

Carly frowned. She remembered what it was like to be with Jason–sex with him was an incredible experience–it didn’t need any help. It didn’t need sexy clothing or things like that. She brushed the thought away almost instantly. “Sure. We’ll go to Wyndhams later, okay?”

“Okay,” Courtney agreed, giving the other woman a big smile. She stood and left the penthouse, leaving Carly staring after her a little strangely.

Something was off with her sister-in-law and she wasn’t sure what it was.

Time: 9:23 a.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Corinthos-Morgan Coffee Warehouse

Sonny ushered Jason into his office and closed the door behind him. “Faith Roscoe has sent her apologies,” Jason said, pulling his jacket off and sitting in one of the chairs. “She’s been persuaded to shift her loyalty from Tagliatti to us.”

“Good,” Sonny murmured, taking his seat. “Is that it?”

“As far as I know,” Jason replied. “Was there anything else you needed me to take care of?”

Sonny shook his head. He opened a file on his desk and then glanced up at Jason. “Courtney came by this morning. She seemed happy. If you need the night off or something–”

“I don’t need the night off,” Jason cut in. “And I haven’t seen Courtney since yesterday. We haven’t made any plans for today.”

“All right,” Sonny replied. He sat back. “Oh…there was something else.”

“What?” Jason asked, already a little uncomfortable from the brief conversation about Courtney.

“Francis said he saw Jackie Ortolino in town. Heard some rumors about a contract he was sent here to fill,” Sonny said.

“Ortolino,” Jason murmured. “Why do I know that name?”

“He’s a hitman from the Gregory family in New York,” Sonny told him. “Has an impressive record. I just wanted you to keep an eye out for him.” He slid a picture from the file across the desk. “This is his picture.”

Jason took it and he squinted at it. He was able to make out some of the vague features–enough to be able to recognize the man if he saw him. “All right,” Jason said, setting the photo back down. He stood. “Is there anything else?”

“Nope,” Sonny replied. “What are your plans today?”

“I’m going to finish the account books,” Jason replied. “And probably go to lunch at Kelly’s. Nothing else. Why?”

“Just in case I need you,” Sonny replied. Jason nodded and left.

Time: 10:42 a.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Kelly’s Diner

Elizabeth shoved her hair behind her ears and went back to wiping one of the tables with a little bit more force. One of the families she’d served for breakfast had some rambunctious kid who thought it’d be more fun to wipe their eggs all over the table rather than eating.

She glared at the door, willing to open and have Courtney enter–she was already over an hour late for her shift–she should have been here at nine.

“Morning, Elizabeth,” Bobbie Spencer murmured, passing her on the way to the counter.

“Bobbie, we need to talk,” Elizabeth told her. She finished the table and scanned the diner. Once she was satisfied that no one needed her, she went behind the counter. “Courtney’s late.”

Bobbie sighed. “She probably overslept. Can I have a cup of coffee?”

Elizabeth bit the inside of her cheek and turned around to grab the coffee pot to pour the cup. As the hot liquid rushed into the porcelain mug, Elizabeth continued. “She’s nearly two hours late. And this is the third time this week. Bobbie, I’m sick of covering her shifts.”

Bobbie leaned forward. “Elizabeth, what do you want me to do? Fire her?”

“I don’t care what you do, but you have to do something,” Elizabeth replied. “When she is here, she’s too busy talking to Carly or Jason to do her job and I end up doing her job anyway. She calls out half the time, forcing me or one of the other waitresses to cover at the last minute. Sometimes she doesn’t even bother to call out–she just doesn’t show up.”

“Elizabeth, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Bobbie said. She sipped her coffee. “Besides, you’re not so innocent yourself.”

Elizabeth blinked and shook her head. “Excuse me? When was the last time I took time off or even called out sick? In October? Bobbie, I am one of the most reliable waitresses you have.”

“I know, and Courtney is a good waitress. She’s going through a difficult time right now with the divorce.”

“And I’ve worked here through difficult times, too and I’ve always pulled my weight.” Elizabeth sighed. “Bobbie, she’s only getting a divorce. She and AJ have been separated for months. She’s dating someone else. How difficult could it be?”

“Elizabeth, you’ve never been through a divorce–”

“No, I’ve just been raped, faked my own death, mourned my boyfriend and went through his brainwashing. I’ve also been kidnapped and had a bomb in my studio. But, hey Courtney’s getting a divorce. Let’s give her special treatment.” Elizabeth shook her head. “Bobbie, if you don’t do something about this–”

“You’re right,” Bobbie said. “Something has to be done.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Elizabeth. You’re fired.”

Elizabeth just blinked. “I’m….I’m what?”

Bobbie sipped her coffee and set it down with a sad sigh. “Courtney told me what’s been going on, but I didn’t want to believe it.”

“You…you didn’t want to believe what?” Elizabeth asked, confused.

“She says you’ve said mean and hurtful things to her,” Bobbie said. “That you tell her that Jason’s just using her to get back at you. That you take every opportunity to ridicule her and demean her. I just couldn’t believe it, but here you are…trying to get her fired.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head. “I try not to talk to Courtney, much less be mean to her. I can’t believe you’re saying these things, Bobbie. You know me–you know I wouldn’t do anything like that.”

“I also remember when I first met you,” Bobbie said. “I remember that you were manipulative back then. You might have matured, Elizabeth, but you haven’t changed.”

Elizabeth’s fingers were shaking as she untied her apron. “You want to fire me? You want to believe Courtney over me? That’s fine. You’re not the woman I thought you were. You can mail my final paycheck.” She dropped the apron on the counter and grabbed her purse.

Time: 11:15 a.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Elm Street Pier

Elizabeth sat down on the bench and pulled the sides of her black wool jacket tight around her. She crossed her arms and stared out over the water.

Courtney had been filling Bobbie’s head with lies for God knows how long. Elizabeth’s eyes filled with tears as she replayed the words over and over in her mind.

I remember that you were manipulative back then. You might have matured, Elizabeth, but you haven’t changed.

That’s not true, Elizabeth thought desperately. I’m not that person anymore. I’m better, I’m older and I’m wiser. I’m not some stupid little girl hopelessly searching for someone’s approval. I’m not Lizzie anymore.

Behind a building a few feet away, a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes studied the brunette with interest. He was there to kill her on orders from the boss. But he couldn’t imagine why. He’d never heard of Elizabeth Webber before that day–never heard her name connected with Frankie Gregory or any investigations concerning him.

How could a small little girl manage to garner interest like that?

But John “Jackie” Ortolino did not earn his money by questioning his orders. He carried out the job to perfection every time.

And it wouldn’t be any different with one Elizabeth Imogene Webber.

Time: 12:04 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Corinthos-Morgan Warehouse; Sonny’s office

“Come in!” Sonny called, his attention distracted as he searched for a wayward coffee account file. He picked up a large pile of folders and started shuffling through them.

Francis, one of his top guards entered. “Boss?”

“Hey, Francis. What can I do for you?” Sonny asked, looking up for a second.

“Uh…is there a reason Jackie Ortolino is in town?” Francis asked, scratching his temple.

Sonny frowned. “Why? You see him?”

“Yeah…down at the docks. Boss, I saw something else that kind of…well, it worried me. I was on my way here to check in and I saw Ortolino hiding behind some bushes. He’s watchin’ someone.”

Francis had his full attention now. Sonny set the folders down and focused on the guard. “Who was he watching? We’re pretty sure he’s here on a contract, but no one’s been able to find out anything. He works for Frankie Gregory more often then not, but Frankie’s not returning my calls.”

“He was looking at Elizabeth,” Francis said.

“Elizabeth who?” Sonny asked. Francis frowned and tipped his head to the side.

“Webber, Boss. Jason’s ex-girlfriend?” Francis said, a little surprised that Sonny didn’t place her immediately.

Sonny’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, well, then that’s okay.”

“It’s okay that a hitman is watching Elizabeth Webber?” Francis asked.

“Well, she’s a pretty girl. I doubt she’s his contract,” Sonny replied. He started to flip through the folders again. “Besides, what would Ortolino want with a waitress?”

Francis shifted from one foot to the other. “Well, Ms. Webber meant a lot to Jason. Are you sure–”

“Elizabeth and Jason have barely seen one another for months,” Sonny replied. “He’s dating my sister now.”

“Yeah, but–”

“Look, if you’re really worried about her…” Sonny bit his lip. “Put Karl on her.”

“Karl?” Francis repeated. “Karl as in he’s only hired because he’s Johnny’s nephew Karl? As in he’s the worst bodyguard we’ve got?”

“You’re not questioning me, are you?” Sonny asked, intently. His eyes darkened and he glared at the guard.

“No, sir,” Francis said. “I’ll call Karl as soon as I leave.”

“Good. And if you see Ortolino, grab him. I want to know what he’s in town for.”

“Sure thing, Boss.” Francis exited the office, shaking his head in disappointment. Putting the guard with the worst record on a woman that had had more happen to her because of Sonny’s organization than any other woman he’d ever met…Sonny must be delusional.

Time: 12:15 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Wyndham’s Department Store

Courtney held the receiver to her ear and scanned the immediate area for Carly. When someone picked up on the other end, she smiled. “Hey, I can’t talk long. I’m out with the wife. Listen, is he here?” There was a pause and her smile broadened. “So it’ll be done today? Great.” She bit her lip when she saw Carly heading her way.

“Thanks, Uncle Frankie,” Courtney said and hung up the phone.

“Hey, who were you calling?” Carly asked, approaching her sister-in-law.

“I was just checking in with a neighbor,” Courtney replied. “She’s got Rosie for the day.”

“Oh…well, are you ready to do some shopping?”

“Definitely,” Courtney said grinning.

Time: 1:04 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Smith’s Laundromat

Elizabeth pushed the door open with her back and backed out of the laundromat. She tried to get a better grip on her basket of clothing.

“Shit,” she muttered as her purse fell to the ground. Elizabeth kneeled down to grab it, shifting the basket to her hip.

And then the window above her shattered. Elizabeth fell back, startled. The women inside were screaming.

Elizabeth looked around frantically–she wasn’t stupid. She’d been shot at before. She knew exactly how a window shattered when a bullet struck it.

She left her clothing and crawled for the safety of the cars. She weaved in between a few and when she was twenty feet from the Laundromat, she crouched against a white SUV and hugged her knees.

She’d just been shot at.

Someone had tried to kill her.

Elizabeth had to get out of here before someone–whoever it was who’d shot at her–found her.

“I’m not calling him,” she said, stubbornly. She shook her head. “No way.”

So what if Jason could help? So what if he could protect her?

She wasn’t calling him.

She heard footsteps coming closer and closer. Elizabeth closed her eyes. “Okay, I get the point.”

She fished her cell phone out of her purse and hit the number four on the speed dial. Please answer, please answer.

“Morgan.”

“Jason?” she whispered. “It’s Elizabeth.”

“Elizabeth? Why are you calling? Why are you whispering?”

“Okay, so I’m not really sure, but I think someone shot at me. Like I was standing and I knelt down and this window shattered.” The footsteps were getting closer. “And I think someone’s still looking for me. I’m really really really sorry but I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Where are you?”

“Um…the Davis Street Strip Mall; I’m crouched between a white SUV and a green Cadillac.”

“Is there anywhere safe you could go?” Jason asked.

“Um…safe? I don’t think so.”

“Okay…just…stay there, okay? I’ll come get you.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said gratefully. She hung up and put her phone away. It never occurred to her to call the police–they’d probably think she was overreacting. Maybe a rock had hit it, they’d say.

No matter how irritated she was with Jason–she knew he’d believe her.

Time: 1:15 p.m.
Date: February 13, 2003
Place: Davis Street Strip Mall; Parking Lot

Jason had parked his bike a block away and hurried to the parking lot. Elizabeth wasn’t the type to overreact. If she thought someone had shot at her, someone had probably shot at her.

The fact that someone wanted her dead was something he didn’t want to think about.

He scanned the parking lot for the two cars that she’d mentioned and walked quickly to them. She was there, sitting on the ground, her knees pulled close to her chest and her head down.

“Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth looked up and a look of relief broke out on her face. “Thank God you’re here. I keep hearing footsteps, and…”

He held out a hand. “Come on, I’ll take you somewhere and you can tell me what happened.”

She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. He pulled her close to him and left the parking lot.

Time: 1:46 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Oak Crest Motel

Jason locked the door behind them and turned around to see Elizabeth sitting on the bed. “Okay, tell me what happened.”

“I was coming out of the laundromat,” Elizabeth began, “and my purse fell to the ground. I knelt down to get it. And the second I did…I’m talking like the very next second, the window of the laundromat shattered.”

“You didn’t hear a gunshot?” Jason asked.

Elizabeth shook her head. “No, it was just like at the hospital. I felt the bullet whizzing by and then the vase shattered. It was the same thing.”

Jason frowned. “When you were shot at the hospital?”

“With Zander,” Elizabeth said. She shook her head. “I told you about that–remember? Before we came to the penthouse?”

“You were with him?” Jason asked, in disbelief.

“No I made it up for my health,” Elizabeth said, sarcastically. “I was there, too. I didn’t tell you?”

“No, you just said Zander,” Jason said. He shook his head. “Never mind. You have no idea who’d try to shoot you?”

“If it wasn’t an unhappy customer from Kelly’s, I have no clue.” Elizabeth shrugged.

“And it’s probably got nothing to do with me,” Jason said, more to himself than to her. They hadn’t been seen together in public since October. It was unlikely anyone thought there was anything more between them these days. No–they’d go after Courtney.

Elizabeth nodded. “Right. So, maybe it was mistaken identity?”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to assume that.” Jason paused. “I’m going to go outside and make a call to Sonny. I’ll be right outside the door.”

Elizabeth nodded and Jason stepped outside.

“Corinthos.”

“Sonny, it’s me. We’ve got a problem.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Someone just took a shot at Elizabeth. She called me and I got–”
“Why’d she call you?”

“Does it matter?” Jason asked exasperated. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I got her somewhere safe. I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything.”

“Actually…”

“Actually, what?” Jason asked. “Sonny, what’s going on?”

“Francis was by earlier. Said he saw Jackie Ortolino looking at Elizabeth on the docks. I didn’t think it was anything to worry about but Francis did, so I put Karl on her.”

“Karl?” Jason repeated. “Karl, Johnny’s nephew? You’re not serious are you?”

“What’s wrong with Karl?” Sonny asked defensively.

“Karl has the worst record. We only keep him around out of respect for Johnny. He never actually gets any assignments.” Jason shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Francis told you that he was looking at Elizabeth, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“You and Elizabeth aren’t dating anymore. I didn’t think it mattered.”

Jason closed his eyes in exasperation. “She still matters to me, Sonny. Look–I’ll keep her here out of sight. Find Ortolino.”

“No. Bring her back to town. She can be just as safe at the penthouse.”

“Why would I compromise her safety by bringing her out in public?” Jason asked.

“And what I am supposed to tell Courtney when she asks where you are?” Sonny asked. “No, bring Elizabeth to the penthouse. I’ll look after her.”

“Yeah. The same way you did when Francis told you that a professional hitman was looking at her. And you can tell Courtney the same thing you always tell her. I’m on assignment.”

“If you don’t come back, I’ll tell her you’re with Elizabeth. You’re not on assignment, Jason.”

“What is with you?” Jason asked. “I can’t believe you’d hurt your own sister just to get your way.”

“She wouldn’t want you hanging around your old girlfriend.”

“Elizabeth is more than an old girlfriend and you know it. I’m not coming back–I’m not risking her life.”

He heard a heavy sigh. “All right,” Sonny said. “Keep her there. I’ll find Ortolino. Where are you exactly?”

“The Oak Crest Motel, Room 13,” Jason answered. “Call me if you hear anything.”

“Oak Crest Motel, Room 13,” Sonny repeated, writing it down. “Okay. Tell Elizabeth I’m glad she’s okay.”

“Are you?”

Jason didn’t wait for an answer and hung up.

Time: 2:03 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Oak Crest Motel; Room 13

Jason entered the room and sat at the small table, looking out the window. “Elizabeth.”

“What?” she asked, hugging her knees to her chest and not looking at him from her position on the bed. She stared at the white shoelaces of her sneakers.

“Uh…we found out who it was that shot at you.”

She looked up sharply. “Wow. That was quick.”

Jason muttered something under his breath before continuing. “We found out a few hours ago that this guy was in town, more than likely to do a hit. We were just going to keep out eyes open, just in case.” He didn’t look at her as he said the next words. “Francis saw the guy earlier today. He was looking at you on the docks.”

Elizabeth felt a shudder ripple through her. A professional hitman had obviously been hired to get rid of her and now she found out he’d been watching for a while.

“Francis told Sonny and Sonny put a guard on you,” Jason said, neglecting to mention that his best friend had been reluctant to do so and had ended up putting the guard with the worst record on her. “But I guess Karl didn’t find you.”

“So what you’re saying is someone hired this guy to kill me,” Elizabeth said slowly.

“That’s what it looks like,” Jason admitted. “Look, I want to keep you out of sight. Sonny’s gonna find him, but it might take a while. Do you need to call out of work?”

“Nope,” Elizabeth remarked bitterly. She sighed. “I don’t have a job.”

Jason frowned. “You were working at Kelly’s this morning, weren’t you?”

“I got fired,” she grumbled. “Five years of dedicated service and Bobbie fired me. Can you believe it?”

“Bobbie fired you?” Jason said, almost incredulously. “What did you do?”

Elizabeth shifted. “I don’t think you want to know.”

He hesitated. “Why not?”

“Because it concerns Courtney,” Elizabeth admitted. “Courtney’s the reason I got fired.”

“What happened with Courtney?” Jason asked, a little surprised and to be honest, worried.

Elizabeth sighed. He’d asked for it. “Courtney’s…she’s been kind of pain to work with at work lately. She almost never shows up for her shifts and when she does show up, it’s near the end of the shift. She ignores customers to talk on the phone and when she does actually do her job, she’s rude to them. I made the mistake of being the one to tell Bobbie that the rest of us couldn’t deal with it anymore.”

“And Bobbie fired you for that,” Jason stated a little confused.

“I think…this might not be the part you want to hear,” Elizabeth said, hesitantly.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” Jason said. “I mean…I know we’re not really on the best of terms right now, but–”

“That’s not what I meant.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. “Apparently, Courtney has told Bobbie that I’ve been really nasty to her. That I tell her that you’re only with her to get back at me and a bunch of other ridiculous things that people who actually know me know I’d never say.” She shook her head. “So, Bobbie fired me.”

Jason was silent, for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his girlfriend had obviously sabotaged Elizabeth’s job and her relationship with Bobbie.

Elizabeth sighed, mistaking his silence for disbelief. “Yeah…well…I understand that you don’t believe me. I mean Courtney’s so perfect, right? How could anyone think she did anything wrong?”

“Elizabeth,” Jason began.

But Elizabeth stood up and switched on the television, clearly indicating the conversation was over.

Time: 2:14 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Corinthos Penthouse

Courtney and Carly entered the penthouse, bags galore in their hands. Sonny was waiting for them–going over some files.

“Hey, what’re you doing home?” Carly asked.

Sonny shrugged. “Didn’t need to be at the warehouse. Looks like you two had fun.”

“Yup,” Carly said. She looked at Courtney. “Hey, why don’t you invite Jason for dinner tonight? We can all eat together.”

“That won’t be possible,” Sonny said. “Jason’s on assignment. He probably won’t be back until late, if at all.”

“Sonny, why’d you have to send him on an assignment?” Carly whined. “What if he’s not back in time for Valentine’s Day?”

“I don’t think he’s worried about that right now,” Sonny shot back.

Courtney shifted and leaned against the closed door. “What kind of assignment is he on?” she asked her brother.

Sonny scratched the back of his head. “Uh…he’s guarding someone.”

“Jason’s guarding someone?” Carly asked. She rolled her eyes. “Jason isn’t a guard. He’s your enforcer. Why don’t you send Marco to relieve him and bring Jason home?”

“Carly,” Sonny warned. “You don’t get to make business decisions for me.”

“I want to talk to you upstairs,” Carly said, unceremoniously dropping her bags in the middle of the penthouse. She all but dragged her husband up the stairs.

When they were out of earshot, Courtney leaned over the desk and picked up the phone. She dialed. “It’s me.” Her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, it didn’t go off? Someone got her?” Courtney sighed. “Shit. All right. So, he’s dropped out of sight. Makes sense–”

She stopped, her eyes catching a piece of paper on the desk. “J, check out Oak Crest Motel. Room 13, okay?” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry about why. Just do it. Fine. Bye.” She hung up the phone.

Someone cleared their throat behind them and Courtney turned.

“What are you doing?” Sonny asked in a quiet voice.

“S-sonny,” Courtney murmured. “I thought you were upstairs.”

“I came down because I remembered I didn’t put something away,” Sonny replied. He stepped towards his sister. “Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, someone from work,” Courtney lied. “I needed to check the schedule.”

“Uh huh,” Sonny replied. “And that includes telling someone to check out Oak Crest Motel? Room 13?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Tell me it’s not true and I’ll believe you.”

“What’s not true?” Courtney asked, a little nervously.

“Tell me you didn’t hire someone to kill Elizabeth Webber,” Sonny stated.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Courtney said, bravely.

“You’re lying,” Sonny said. “I can see it in your face. What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” Courtney replied. “I don’t know what’s with you, Sonny, but you need to get a grip.” She crossed her arms. “Jason’s guarding Elizabeth, isn’t he? That’s whose in that motel room isn’t it?”

“Why do you care, Courtney?” Sonny asked, his voice deceptively calm.

“Why do I care that Jason’s guarding his ex-girlfriend?” Courtney said. “Tell me you’re not that stupid.”

Sonny shook his head. “Just stop it, Courtney. Stop the act and tell me what’s going on. Why’d you hire someone to kill her? Did you think Jason still cared about her? How’d you know how to find someone?”

“You know what, Sonny? You’re way too paranoid,” Courtney replied. She stormed past him and out of the penthouse.

Sonny closed his eyes and shook his head. He couldn’t believe his own sister had hired someone to kill Elizabeth Webber and had lied to his face.

He picked up the phone.

Time: 2:21 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Oak Crest Motel; Room 13

They’d been sitting in silence for a couple of minutes when his cell phone rang. Not bothering to step outside, Jason pulled it out of his back pocket and answered it.

“Morgan.”

“It’s me. You need to get Elizabeth out of there now.”

Jason frowned and stood. “Why? What’s happening?”

Sonny sighed. “I found out who hired Ortolino.”

“Who?” Jason demanded, casting a glance at Elizabeth who was studiously ignoring him and his conversation.

Sonny took a deep breath. “It’s Courtney. She hired Ortolino.”

Jason just shook his head. “No. You…you’ve got to be wrong. Sonny, she wouldn’t do that.”

“Look, I know you want to believe that, but she did. She called Ortolino from the penthouse to check on the situation and she told him where you where.”

“How’d she know where we were?” Jason demanded.

Elizabeth looked up then and frowned.

“I had it written down and she saw it before I could put it away. Listen, Jason. Just get her out of there. I don’t care where you go, but she already called Ortolino. He’s already on his way there. You need to get Elizabeth out of there.”

“All right. I’ll call you back.” Jason hung up and looked at Elizabeth. “We’ve got to go. Now.”

“What’s wrong?” Elizabeth asked, even as she shut off the television and started pulling on her coat.

“Sonny seems to think Ortolino’s on his way here,” Jason said, herding her out of the room.

“How’d he know where we are?” Elizabeth asked, panic finally showing in her voice as Jason pulled her towards the bike. “Jason, what–”

He stopped and turned to her. She looked up him, not bothering to mask the fear she was feeling. “Sonny found out who hired him.”

Elizabeth swallowed. “W-who?” she asked softly.

Jason’s shoulders slumped. “Courtney did. Come on. We’ve got to go. I want to be gone before he gets here.”

Elizabeth nodded, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that Courtney Quartermaine had ordered her death. Jason pulled her to the bike.

Time: 2:39 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Oak Crest Motel

Jackie Ortolino carefully picked open the lock to Room 13 and entered. He wasn’t sure why he’d been sent here, but looking inside he was sure glad he had been.

This room had not only been used recently–it’d been vacated quickly. A chair was shoved out. The bedspread was rumpled.

And someone had left their purse behind.

Ortolino picked it up and rifled through it quickly, confirming that it was Elizabeth Webber’s.

The phone call from Courtney Quartermaine had cleared up a lot–he’d finally realized why Elizabeth Webber had a hit on her.

Jason Morgan, Sonny Corinthos’s right hand man, had gotten her from the strip mall and brought her here to hide out. That much was obvious.

He hadn’t realized that the Webber girl was connected to Corinthos or he might have figured it out earlier.

He shook his head as he let himself out of the room. He could almost believe Courtney was Sonny’s sister. The plan she’d been pulling off almost flawlessly for over a year was going off perfectly.

And once he finished his part of the plan, it would be smooth sailing from here on.

Time: 3:38 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: A Small House outside of Port Charles

Elizabeth folded her arms tightly across her chest and peered out the window. “He can’t find us here?” she asked softly.

Jason shook his head. “This is one of Sonny’s safe houses,” he explained. “No one knows about this place except for Sonny, me and a few other people.”

“Okay,” she said softly. “Is Sonny…is he sure that it…that it was Courtney?” Elizabeth asked, not turning to look at him.

Jason sat down on the couch and sighed. “I don’t know. But Sonny wouldn’t accuse her unless he was sure.”

“Why would Courtney want me dead?” Elizabeth asked. She turned away from the window and wandered towards the unlit fireplace. “I don’t talk to her, I go out of my way to avoid her.”

“I don’t know,” Jason answered. “Maybe when we find Ortolino, he can tell us that.” He watched her closely, took in the tenseness of her body. “I’m not going to let him get to you, Elizabeth.”

“I know,” she replied. She looked at him. “I called you because I knew I could trust you.”

He frowned and stood. “Still…after everything?”

She shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t think you’re the type of person to just let someone die, either. So…I asked you for help. Good thing I guess.”

Jason hesitated. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why Courtney’s doing this, but I can only surmise it has something to do with me.”

“I didn’t want to say it,” Elizabeth said, “but I think you’re right. I just don’t see why she’d think I was any kind of threat. You and I have barely talked to each other in months.”

“Courtney’s…she’s been asking about you a lot,” Jason admitted. “Mainly about our past and how I feel about you. I don’t talk about it, because honestly, it’s none of her business. I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth didn’t know what to say to that, so she didn’t say anything. “So, how long do you think we’re going to be here?” Elizabeth asked, wanting to get off the subject of Courtney.

Jason shrugged. “Until we find Ortolino. It could be in the next five minutes, it could be tomorrow. I don’t know.” He glanced at her. “Is that okay with you?”

Elizabeth nodded. “That’s fine. I was just wondering.”

Time: 3:40 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Courtney’s Loft

“I can’t believe you made the call from his penthouse,” AJ grumbled, helping Courtney pack the rest of her things. “That was stupid.”

“Shut up,” Courtney replied. “I needed to know ASAP if the job had been done.”

“I still don’t understand what Elizabeth Webber has to do with this,” AJ said. “Why kill her? How does that help us?”

“I told you. Jason is in love with her,” Courtney replied. She zipped her suitcase shut. “He can deny it all he wants, but he is. If she were dead, he’d be that much easier to get rid of. He’d be off balance long enough. We get rid of Jason, we get rid of Sonny. And that’s what you wanted, remember?”

“Yeah,” AJ grumbled. “But I don’t like seeing someone innocent getting hurt,” he argued. “It’s stupid and it was bound to fail. You can’t guarantee that calling in a favor from your uncle wouldn’t have gotten tracked back to you.”

Courtney smiled smugly. “AJ, who do you think has been financing this thing all along? I can’t believe Sonny doesn’t know that Janine is Frankie Gregory’s half-sister. You’d think that would have turned up by now.”

AJ shook his head and hefted on her suitcases. “I don’t care. We need to get out of town, now. Before Sonny figures out what’s going on.”

“Jackie better hope he finds her,” Courtney said, shutting off the light and closing the door. “Or I’ll have to finish it myself.”

AJ stared at her for a moment. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you think it means?”

AJ swallowed and turned away. He was all for revenge–as long he didn’t actually have to do any of the dirty work.

It seemed he’d grossly underestimated his wife.

Time: 3:45 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Outside Courtney’s Loft

AJ finished putting the suitcases in the trunk and shut it. He looked at Courtney and sighed. “All right. Let’s go.”

“Hold on,” Courtney said, holding up a hand. “I’m calling Jackie to see how it’s going.” She flipped the cell phone open and started to dial.

AJ was beginning to feel uneasy about the whole situation. It was one thing to plot with Sonny’s sister to bring Sonny and Jason down.

It was quite another to watch her call a hitman her uncle had loaned them the use of and make plans to kill off his little sister’s best friend.

AJ felt another wave of guilty wash over him. Emily–one of the last family members he had that actually cared about him. God, if she ever found out–

And just like that, his decision was made.

He looked back at Courtney who had shoved her cell phone back her purse. “Jackie says that Jason took Elizabeth somewhere else. Sonny probably got a hold of them and got them to move. I told him to check out Sonny’s safe houses. Let’s go.”

“Actually,” AJ said taking a step away from her and the car. “I’m thinking it would look highly suspicious if I took off at the same time you did. We don’t want anyone knowing we were in on this together.”

Courtney frowned and nodded. “You’re right. I’ll go now, since Sonny’s on my trail. I’ll meet you in New York.” She brushed a quick kiss on his lips and got into the car. AJ stood and watched Courtney drive away.

He turned and headed for Harborview Towers.

Time: 4:15 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Safe House

Elizabeth shifted in her position on the couch and stared straight ahead at the fireplace. Jason was standing the window, his arms crossed. He was frowning out the window.

She shifted again, wishing she’d had a little warning. She could have packed a sketch pad or maybe a book. She was so bored, just sitting here. A year ago, being in a place like this with Jason wouldn’t have been like this. They might be talking or at the very least not so horribly distant from each other.

This is your fault, Elizabeth reminded herself. As he loves to tell you, you walked out on him without a second glance. He came to you twice and you shut him down.

Jason rubbed the back of his neck and glanced back to Elizabeth before casting his eyes back out the window. It was damn uncomfortable sitting here with her like this. The last time they’d been alone had been the night at the penthouse when she’d left. How had so many months passed without them working this out?

It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried–he’d made two feeble attempts to talk to her, but the second her voice had gotten frosty and her eyes had iced over, Jason had stepped back. After all–wasn’t this what he’d wanted all along? For Elizabeth to realize it wouldn’t work? To realize she was better off without him?

It’d been one thing to convince himself of that–it was completely another to see Elizabeth believing in it as well. He hadn’t realized how much it would sting for her to walk past him like she didn’t know him.

Her sigh broke the silence and he turned to look at her. She was still sitting completely still, a rarity for her. She was always moving her hands or talking. He missed that–he missed hearing her talk about what was on her mind.

“I’m sorry about this,” Jason said finally.

She shrugged. “It’s better than the alternative,” Elizabeth answered. “I’d rather be anywhere than the morgue.” She glanced over at him. “Thank you for coming to get me. I know this isn’t exactly what you want to be doing.”

Jason turned fully around and leaned against the wall. “Well, what did you expect me to do? Leave you there while someone was trying to kill you?”

“To be honest? I didn’t think you’d really care,” Elizabeth said quietly.

Jason frowned. “Elizabeth, just because we haven’t been speaking…that doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you.”

“Wouldn’t know it from my end,” Elizabeth muttered, looking down at her hands.

Jason shook his head. “It’s not like I didn’t try,” he said. Her head snapped up at the words and Jason instantly regretted the phrase he’d used.

“I don’t know,” Elizabeth remarked coolly. “Because that’s exactly what it felt like.”

Jason sighed. “Elizabeth–”

She stood up automatically and started talking. “Is there anything to eat here? Because honestly I haven’t eaten all day and I’m starving–”

He caught her elbow as she went in search of a kitchen. “Why don’t you want to talk about this?” he asked.

She jerked her arm out of his grasp. “Oh, now you want to talk?” Elizabeth asked. “As opposed to making a half-ass attempt and walking away when you don’t like what you hear?”

She stormed out of the room and Jason sighed, returning his attention to the window. He’d let her cool down.

And then he’d force her to talk. One way or another — this ended tonight.

Time: 4:25 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Corinthos Penthouse

Carly frowned. “What do you mean, stay away from Courtney?” she asked.

Sonny sighed and shook his head. “She’s not welcome in this house anymore, Carly–”

“You are not going to give me an order without at least giving me a good reason behind it,” Carly argued. “What is wrong? What did Courtney do? Go back to AJ, break up with Jason, what?”

Sonny chuckled bitterly and shook his head. “No. It’s far worse than that.”

“How?” Carly demanded.

“She hired a hitman,” Sonny bit out. “To kill Elizabeth Webber.” He glanced at Carly who was staring at him, her mouth wide open in shock. “I know it’s hard to believe. I never would have believed it if I hadn’t heard her do it with my own ears.”

“Why…” Carly shook her head, trying to force some words to come out of her mouth. Normally, she had no trouble speaking but the idea that her young blonde and perky sister-in-law had hired someone to kill Jason’s annoying ex-girlfriend was something her mind was just not processing right now.

“I don’t know. She denied it, but I heard her giving the hitman the motel where Jason is hiding–” Sonny stopped, instantly regretting his quick explanation.

Carly glared at him. “That’s who he’s guarding, isn’t it? Elizabeth Webber. Wait, does that mean someone has already tried to kill her?”

Sonny sighed. “Yeah. Someone took a shot at her. She called Jason.”

Carly rolled her eyes. “Typical. The princess runs to Jason–”

“Carly, knock it off. Someone took a shot at her and she called the first person she could think of. She’s not stupid. She knows that Jason will protect her.”

“Why is that exactly?” Carly asked, scratching her head. “I mean, the little twit walks out on him, ignores him for months and yet the first time she crooks her finger, he goes running. How many different types of idiot is he?”

Sonny frowned. “Carly. How many times did you accidentally wreck Jason’s life only to ask him for more help?”

She rolled her eyes.” All right, all right. Point taken. So, Courtney told the guy where Jason and Elizabeth were. So, did Jason get her out of there? Are they okay?”

Sonny nodded. “Yeah, they got out of there just in time. I’m hoping to get this guy and maybe he can tell me what’s going on. Until then, Jason’s keeping Elizabeth hidden.”

“I guess it’s for the best,” Carly said, grudgingly. “What about Courtney?”

Sonny sighed. “She left and I sent a guard after her, but she lost him.”

There was a knock on the door and the guard opened it. “AJ Quartermaine.”

AJ didn’t wait for Sonny or Carly to admit him, he barreled past the guard and into the penthouse. “You’ve got to stop Courtney,” he said, out of breath from his jog to the building. “She’s supposed to be heading out of town, but I think she’s going after Elizabeth again.”

Sonny glared at his sister’s estranged husband. “How do you know all this?”

AJ took a minute to catch his breath before looking at Sonny. “If I tell you what’s going on, you have to promise you’re not going to kill me.”

Sonny rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. What’s going on?”

“All right, Courtney isn’t just your sister,” AJ said. “Her mother’s half brother is Frankie Gregory.”

Sonny looked down and shook his head. “Well, it explains how she got Ortolino.”

“Who’s Frankie Gregory?” Carly asked, trying to keep up.

“He practically runs New York City,” AJ clarified before continuing to Sonny, “When Frankie realized that Courtney was related to you, he took the opportunity to send her and Janine here. He wants your territory and he thought Courtney would be able to help.”

“And how are you involved?” Carly asked, a little disturbed by the fact that Courtney had apparently snowed them all.

“When I started with Courtney to get back at you, she took advantage and recruited me. Everything we’ve done up until now was to gain your trust,” AJ reported. He started ticking things off on his fingers. “The marriage, the disinheriting–I called in a favor with Edward. He was only too happy to help. My return to drinking, the stripping, the stalking–everything was so she could gain your trust and love.” AJ took a deep breath. “We didn’t plan it out in detail–we kind of went along with the flow. When Courtney told me the real reason she’d stripped so that you could find out, she suggested using Jason to further the cause.”

Sonny scratched the side of his nose. “AJ, you do realize that you’re very lucky I’ve already agreed not to kill you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” AJ said. “Look, I didn’t agree with the Jason part of the plan. I also didn’t think she’d pull it off. I still don’t know how she snowed him into believing she was such a helpless female when she’s the direct opposite, but it worked.”

“And what does Elizabeth Webber have to do with this?” Carly demanded. “She and Jason have been over for months. Actually, I think her walking out left him vulnerable to Courtney.”

Sonny stared at her for a moment, almost in awe. “I think you’re right.”

“Courtney hates Elizabeth,” AJ confided. “At first, she thought Elizabeth could be of some use–being close to both you and Jason, but Elizabeth never warmed up to her, not really. And once Courtney realized that Jason wasn’t emotionally involved enough with her to do any good, she figured she had to render him useless to you. Courtney knew Jason was in love with Elizabeth–”

Carly snorted. “Yeah, right. Jason has better taste.”

Sonny shot her a glare before returning his attention to AJ. “So, killing Elizabeth would devastate Jason.” Sonny considered this and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds about right. And what was supposed to happen after that?”

“Sonny, everyone knows Jason’s your rock,” AJ told him. “You don’t have Jason, the only thing you got is Carly. You’d be ripe for a takeover.”

Sonny crossed his arms. “And if that hadn’t worked?”

“Look, does it matter right now?” AJ said, testily. “Courtney told Ortolino to check your safe houses. She got a list of them.”

“How’d she get that?” Sonny asked, alarmed.

“I have no idea. Probably screwed someone to get it,” AJ snapped. “Right now, I’m betting that she split up the houses with Ortolino. He searches half and she’s taking the other half. If that’s where Elizabeth and Jason are, you need to move them or warn them or something. Because if Ortolino finds them, he’s going to finish his job. And right now, Courtney’s pissed that Jason went to Elizabeth’s aid instead of coming over to the loft like they’d originally planned. I wouldn’t put it past her to try and kill them both.”

“All right, I’m gonna call Jason. Where does Courtney think you are?” Sonny asked, heading for the phone.

“Waiting until tomorrow to join her in the city so it doesn’t look suspicious,” AJ answered. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stand by and let Elizabeth get killed for some stupid revenge shit. My sister would never talk to me again–and if Jason ever found out I had a hand in it, I’d be dead. I know you both hate me, but I couldn’t let Elizabeth die.”

“Very noble of you,” Carly snipped. Sonny finished dialing and glared at Carly. He waited and frowned when Jason’s voice mail clicked on. “Jason’s phone is off. He never turns it off–Jason, it’s me. The second you get this, get the hell out of there. I just got a lot of information and Courtney gave a list of the safe houses to Ortolino. They’re probably on their way now. Get out of there and call me back.” He hung up. “Okay, AJ, you’re coming with me.”

“Where are you going?” Carly demanded. “And why are you taking him?”

“Because there’s no where that I can leave him that he won’t get into trouble,” Sonny shot back. “And we’re going to the house. I can’t guarantee that Jason will get that message in time, so we’re leaving.” He looked to AJ. “Wait in the hall for a second. You’re getting a chance to redeem yourself–don’t blow it.” AJ glared at his nemesis and left.

Sonny went to Carly. “Stay here. Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t do anything crazy.”

“You don’t need to give me that speech every time you leave the penthouse,” Carly grumbled. “I’m capable of dealing.”

“I know.” Sonny sighed. “Stay near the phone in case Jason calls. If he does, tell him to get out of there, got it?”

“Got it,” Carly agreed. She put her hands on Sonny’s face to keep his still and leaned in for a soft kiss. “Be careful. Shoot the witch if need be. Just come home.”

“I promise,” Sonny replied. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Time: 6:00 p.m.
Date: February 12, 2003
Place: Safe House

Elizabeth sighed and glanced up at Jason over a bowl of soup. She couldn’t help but giggle when she noticed the glare he was giving the bowl. “Still not fond of soup, huh?” she asked.

“I hate the stuff,” Jason grumbled.

“Well, it was the only thing here,” she replied. “Sorry.”

He shrugged. “S’okay. At least it’s chicken noodle and not that broccoli cream whatever you used to feed me.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “You’re such a baby, sometimes.” She stared down into her rapidly cooling bowl. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Jason agreed.

“Why would you tell me it was too dangerous for us to be together but go out in public with Courtney?” Elizabeth asked softly, not looking up.

Jason frowned and tried to come up with a good answer that didn’t make him look like a hypocritical ass. He was saved by a strange sound and he sat up straight, trying to place it.

Elizabeth immediately forgot what she’d asked as the sound registered. “Jason…that sounds like glass breaking,” she said softly.