"Damn it." Jason said frustrated, slamming his fist down on his desk. "I want to know who the leak is, and I want to know now!" He demanded.

"I know, we're doing our best." Max replied tiredly, he'd been following one of the new guards for the last twenty hours only to come up empty handed again, they'd been so sure it was him.

"I know, you guys have been great." Jason apologized. It was hard on Johnny, Max and Francis, they were the only men Jason and Sonny knew they could trust. Well, along with Benny, but as good as the man was on digging up information, this came down to constant surveillance which the older man wasn't any good for. "Go home, get some sleep."

"Thanks." Max replied heading out.

'I have to be missing something.' Jason thought as he began pouring through the files again.

"Boss, we have problem with the shipment." His foreman said nervously from the doorway. "You'd better come take a look." Jason groaned getting up from his desk and following the frightened man.

"Burn it, all of it. This shipment never arrived." Jason ordered. The foreman nodded knowing better than to argue. He started shouting orders. Satisfied it was being handled Jason watched with an uneasy feeling. He knew this was a set up, the drugs were planted purposefully meaning the morons at the PCPD would be here soon. He walked back into his office picking up the phone and punching in the familiar number.

"Were not taking in any shipments until further notice. We haven't received anything since this afternoon, got it." He barked into the phone slamming it down after he received a confirming reply. He gazed out his window watching a ship being turned away from their dock, grunting in approval he turned to see the last traces of the tainted shipment being cleaned up. He had to hand it to them, the workers at the Corinthos Morgan Coffee Warehouse may not be in the 'business', but they were very efficient in cleaning up the occasional problem that it brought into the warehouse. And they were well paid to follow orders without question and keep their mouths shut. None of them wanted to get on Jason or Sonny's bad side, well now they were only afraid of Jason, but only because they were unaware of Sonny's death being fake, and they knew they'd never make as much doing the same work elsewhere. Almost as if on cue he heard the familiar wail of sirens as the darkened dock was flooded in red and blue flashing lights.

Jason Sighed as he stepped of f his bike, even a ride wasn't helping right now. He stiffed, he had a bad feeling. He gazed around trying to pinpoint it when he heard a branch snap followed by a gun shot. Cursing he pulled his weapon shooting blindly at the source.

Penthouse:

Liz paced nervously, she couldn't sleep. She had a bad feeling all night. She kept telling herself Jason was fine, he could take care of himself, but it was doing little to calm her nerves. She'd done everything she could think of to distract herself,. Baked brownies, watched a movie, sketched but, she knew she'd never get any sleep till Jason came home, till she was sure he was ok.

Vista Point:

Jason silently searched the small wooded area, sighing as he found the body. Two shots to the chest, he wouldn't be a problem anymore, but who the hell was he. Jason wondered not recognizing him. When he was satisfied there were not others he ripped his phone from his pocket.

"Johnny, get a crew to Vista point." He ordered hanging up. He brought his hand to his side swearing as the blood soaked his shirt.

Penthouse:

"Elizabeth." Jason said surprised to find her still up. He paused midway through taking off his jacket.

"Thank god your ok." She said rushing over as he quickly tried to get his jacket back on. "Oh god, your not ok." She realized pulling him over to the sofa and pushing him onto it. She gently helped him get his jacket off.

"It's ok, you don't have to." He began protesting. She silenced him with a look as she tugged his shirt up wincing at the sight of his wound.

"You were shot." She stated surprising Jason with her calmness. "Thank god it just grazed you. Where's the first aid kit?"

"Bathroom." He replied amazed she wasn't freaking out.

"Don't move." She ordered jumping up.

Jason watched as she silently assessed his wound before carefully cleaning and bandaging it. Finally turning her attention to his gaze.

"Here." she said handing him some antibiotics she found in the kit and grabbing a bottle of water. She watched as he obediently swallowed them. "There's nothing in here for the pain though." She said sympathetically.

"It doesn't hurt much." He tried to reassure her.

"Liar." she replied brining her hand up to his face. "Your warm, hopefully the pills will help with the fever."

"You don't have to do this." Jason began.

"Someone has to take care of you, you obviously wont." She said annoyed. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"It's business." Jason began.

"No, you never come home, you barley eat or sleep, your out doing god knows what and I..." She trailed off.

"I know this isn't easy for you, but you knew who I was, what I do going onto this." Jason replied.

"It isn't about that." Liz explained. "Your right I know what you do, what my brother did, and I'm not going to pretend I like it. I don't but, I understand it. But, what your doing now, it isn't business, it's personal, I get that to. You want revenge and I even asked you for it. But damn it, I just lost my brother, I don't think I'll survive losing you too."

"Your not going to lose me, I know what I'm doing." He reassured her pulling her into his arms.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." She said pulling out of his arms. "Come on."

"Where?" Jason asked confused.

"Your going to bed." Liz insisted. "And your going to stay there for the next few days. I'll cuff you to it if I have to." She threatened.

"I can't just." Jason began stopping at her warning look. "You win." He surrendered as she helped him up the stairs.