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When Spinelli stepped off the elevator that afternoon, Elizabeth had a pretty good idea what he was going to tell her. His normally relaxed and spirited expression was muted as he approached her at the hub.

“Hey. Can we find a place to talk?” he asked, glancing over at the student nurses behind Elizabeth.

Elizabeth winced, the nodded. “Yeah, I can take a quick break. Sabrina, Felix — if anyone needs me, tell them to page me.”

“Sure—”

She walked Spinelli over to a conference room where she locked the door behind them, not wanting anyone to interrupt them. Her palms damp, she rubbed them against her scrub pants as she turned to face him.

“Well?”

“You were right,” Spinelli told her. He handed a print out to her. “Ellie found the original test in the computers. The markers on the maternity test indicate that the child tested is related to the mother.”

Elizabeth drew in a sharp breath as she looked down at the sheet, then frowned. “There’s—there’s more than one test—”

“Because Brad ran three DNA tests,” Spinelli told her. “One for Sam and Danny, then another for Danny with…two other men.”

Her heart began to pound, her mouth was dry as Elizabeth scanned the results — “These are initials—Brad tested Danny against Jason and Franco—”

“And Franco against Jason,” Spinelli finished. “The baby Tea Delgado is raising belongs to Sam, that’s true. But he’s also definitely Franco’s child.”

“And Jason isn’t—” Her fingers tightened, the paper wrinkling in her grasp. She looked at Spinelli. “They’re not related. He’s not Franco’s brother.”

“Which is a relief,” Spinelli admitted. “I know that was weighing on Jason. I mean, there’s a whole lot of questions — why would Heather lie—and what exactly was she lying about? Is there still a twin brother out there or was that all a lie?”

“Oh, man—” Elizabeth exhaled. “Okay. Well—well, I have to—I have to tell Jason.”

“We could do that,” Spinelli said. He hesitated. “Or we could take it right to Sam. Leave Jason out of it for now. That would—that would make it easier for you, wouldn’t it?”

Tears stung her eyes. “Easier yes,” Elizabeth murmured. Because taking the news directly to Sam put Sam in charge of the choices. She could go to Jason, she could elect not to—but to take it to Jason—

It meant Jason could give the news to Sam. To look at her and tell her that the child whose death he blamed himself for was alive.

“But it’s not the right thing to do,” Elizabeth finished. “Because Jason was the one who saw the possibility. And he—he feels so terrible for what happened last year. For not being there for her—”

Carefully, she folded the paper and met Spinelli’s eyes. “Not letting Jason be the one to make up for that—not letting him have the chance to make this choice, to look Sam in the eye and give her back her son—it’s just me not trusting him.”

“Elizabeth—”

“I don’t—I don’t want to be the consolation prize. If I don’t let Jason do this—if I don’t trust him—then it’s like…winning a contest no one else entered.” She bit her lip. “That makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“It does. You know Stone Cold loves you,” Spinelli told her. “He always has.”

“Never doubted that,” she murmured. “But love was never the problem.”

“Elizabeth—”

“Thank you for this,” Elizabeth told him. “I’ll make sure Jason knows you helped—that Sam knows it. But I think I need to tell him alone.”

——

She wanted to wait. She wanted to take the rest of her shift—to just close it down and not think about it— what was one more day?

Elizabeth went back to the hub, the test results burning a hole in her pocket. She tried to complete her paperwork, attempted to answer questions for Sabrina and Felix, the nursing students assigned to her—

But she couldn’t.

Holding this truth back because she was scared of what it would do to her and Jason — how was that different than what Sam had done to her once upon a time?

Sam had been desperate to keep Jason, had let Maureen Harper walk away with Jake, and not tell anyone—Elizabeth had lost three weeks with her little boy—three precious weeks she’d never get back.

If she did this to Sam now—if she waited even one more day—was Elizabeth any better?

She took out the DNA results. Stared at them, then reached for her cell phone.

——

Elizabeth waited for him on the roof like she had months ago with the original results. It was colder now—she’d had to stop for her jacket—the bitter December wind made the air feel like ice this high up—

But it felt right. This was there she’d handed him the false results.

Jason closed the roof door behind him. “Hey—” He approached her, dropping a kiss on her lips. “You’re cold—” He took her hands in his, warmed them. “What’s wrong? What’s the emergency?”

“The lab tech I told you—I’ve mentioned that he’s been weird the last few months?” Elizabeth told him. “Always jumpy, always looking at me weird—”

“Did he—” Jason frowned, drew his brows down as his tone chilled. “Did he do something?”

“Yeah, but not to me. I realized—I realized—his behavior started after he ran those tests for me.” Tears stung her eyes, but then froze before they could fall. “So I asked Spinelli to get me the original results.”

Jason blinked, stepped back. “What?”

“Tracy donated a lot of money to the hospital from ELQ,” Elizabeth continued. “And I think—I think she did it so Brad Cooper could keep his job. In return—” She handed him the results. “He gave us fake results. Danny’s alive, Jason. Sam’s son is alive.”

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