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The first FIVE people to comment in this post get to request that I write a NEW YEARS related drabble/fic of any pairing/character of their choosing.
Thoughts From Me: Please write the pairing/fandom, and preferably a prompt relating to anything New Years-ish. Stuff I write/know would be preferable, please.
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kittycrackers Jason Morgan,Jesse Porter -GH/BN
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suerum Jason Morgan/Damian Spinelli - GH
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Thoughts From Me: Please write the pairing/fandom, and preferably a prompt relating to anything New Years-ish. Stuff I write/know would be preferable, please.
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pt 2
Date: 2011-01-05 09:32 am (UTC)He hears a strangled sob that nearly stops his heart and then Spinelli’s talking again. “H-how touching. Rather fond of your pet, a-aren’t you? I-I’ll even help y-you out. You c-can find him at, at the shipping yards.”
“He’s hurt already, I know he is. I-I saw the blood,” Jason continues, “Tell me how bad so I know what to bring with me when I find him.”
“This is your proof of life.” Spinelli’s voice comes again. “That’s all you get.”
After that, despite the fact that Jason is shouting into his phone like the crazy person he presently is, the line is dead.
5:03. He has just less than seven hours to find Spinelli at the shipping yards. Assuming the Balkan was telling the truth about Spinelli’s general whereabouts, the ship yards are huge. Seven days would be more realistic a time frame.
He’s interrupting Lucky’s New Year’s Eve less than fifteen minutes later, explaining the situation and as much as he usually hates doing it, asking for help. If he assumes that fireworks equate to some sort of bomb set to go off at midnight, then there has to be some sort of signal coming from it. And Jason’s decently sure that Lucky can get his hands on equipment to pick that signal up.
It’s not easy, and it involves calling in a fair amount of favors on the Detective’s part, but eventually an officer brings over the radio equipment that will allow for them to locate the signal from the bomb. Unfortunately, the device has to be within a relatively short distance to the bomb in order to pick up the signal, which means they’ll still have to search for it.
It’s closing in on six o’clock before they head toward the shipping yards.
“Mac sent the defense attorney’s picture out. If he shows up at any border crossing, airport, or bus station, hopefully we’ll catch him. I think he even sent it to private airstrips.”
Jason’s not thinking about that right now. Priority number one is getting to Spinelli before midnight. He’ll deal with the Balkan later if it comes to that.
It’s 6:47 by the time they get to the ship yards just outside of Port Charles. Only a skeleton crew is on shift, since it is New Year’s Eve and, as expected, none of them know anything about bombs or kidnappings or serious criminal masterminds. Fortunately, there is a decent lighting system in place, so despite the fact that it’s well-past sundown now, the innumerable amount of cargo containers before them are well-illuminated.
Jason eyes the rows and rows of containers. This is going to take a while.
At 7:10, they finally get the signal detector up and running.
By 8:55, they’ve still got nothing in the way of results. The same goes for 9:42 and 10:27.
“Are you sure about this?” Lucky asks Jason, not for the first time since this whole thing started up.
And Jason isn’t sure. He’s going off of information from the man responsible for all of this. The man who they’ve been hunting for months now. This wild goose chase could be all about revenge for the Balkan. Why would he risk leaving Spinelli alive, anyway?
He supposes that if the Balkan really is trying to leave town, then leaving another body in his wake certainly won’t make escape any less complicated. It certainly won’t make Jason back down – if he loses Spinelli to this guy he won’t be backing down anytime soon – and he doubts the police will let it go easily, either. The best solution for the Balkan is to let him find Spinelli.
“He has to be here,” Jason finally says, as another row of shipping containers are cleared. “Anything else doesn’t make sense.”
10:59 ticks into 11:00 and the phrase ‘at the eleventh hour’ has never been so appropriate. Either they find Spinelli now or they’re going to be finding him in bits and pieces.
Re: pt 2
Date: 2011-01-05 06:18 pm (UTC)Re: pt 2
Date: 2011-01-07 06:15 am (UTC)