csi_sanders1129 | Fic: Operation: Seduce Spinelli

Title: Operation: Seduce Spinelli
Chapters: Challenge #1
Author:

csi_sanders1129
Genre: Drama. Angst.
Ratings: T
Word Count: ~800
Pairings/Characters: Jason Morgan, Damian Spinelli, Maxie Jones.
Synopsis: Jason has had enough of Maxie’s ridiculous plan and calls her on her insanity. She, in turn, has a new plan: “We’ll have tests. Keep score. Whoever wins, gets Spinelli.”
Comments: Started writing this a while ago. It’s almost finished, but not quite. Much thanks, as always, to

suerum . Sorry this chapters is so short, next one is longer! Characters not mine. Enjoy!

Prologue |

Jason woke at three a.m. to the sound of the cell phone sitting on his bedside table receiving a text message. Very few people would dare to disturb him so late, and ever then it would have to be some sort of dire emergency to warrant it. So, with that in mind, he picked up his phone, typing blindly at the display until it beeped in protest.

'Thought of first test. – M.' It read simply.

She was actually serious about this, he realized. It had been two days since they'd had the initial conversation and he had been hoping that she'd just let the whole thing go. No such luck though, it seemed.

Climbing out of bed now, because this – as much as might have wanted it to – wasn't just going to go away, he eased open his bedroom door and peered down the hall toward the pink room. Dark, as was downstairs. Safe to talk then.

He slipped back into his room and called Maxie back instead of texting. "You actually want to go through with this?"

"Well, if you bail on me, I guess I'll just go and find a stranger off the street willing to jump Spinelli." She threatened, sounding not all at tired and not at all like she was joking.

"What's your test?"

***

The first challenge that Maxie had come up with seemed straightforward enough. Really.

The plan was simple. They'd both call on Spinelli's aid at the same time. Whoever he opted to aid would win this round. Jason didn't like the idea of any of this one bit, but he wouldn't let Maxie manipulate Spinelli into sleeping with some stranger, either.

They were both supposed to put in their calls around noon. Jason stayed at the Penthouse, while Maxie opted to go out.

Maxie's call reached its target first. "Spinelli?" She said, sounding desperate and needy as she leaned against her car halfway to New York City. "Oh, I'm so glad I caught you! I was driving into the city to meet with one of Kate's clients and my car broke down. Would you mind coming out to help me?" Even though Spinelli couldn't see her through the phone, she batted her eyelashes and pouted all the same.

"I, ugh, of course, Maximista, the Jackal will make haste in aiding you with your automotive issues." Came Spinelli's voice in response to her pleading. She'd won, she knew.

Jason called just a few moments later. "Hey, Spinelli." He started, looking over the files he'd been given early this morning by a source in Paris. "We've got some new intel on Franco – I could really use your help with tracking his movements back at the Penthouse." He wasn't lying, either. There had been new information uncovered concerning Franco's past – some suspicious dealings that were likely to cement his status as a serial killer, in fact.

Spinelli, who had been standing in line at Kelly's, frowned. He had already promised Maximista that he would be by to help her, but his Stone Cold mentor was calling on him for a potential lead into Franco's activities. "Of course, Stone Cold. The Jackal just has to make one phone call and then he will be on his way back home."

***

Maxie grinned as the car approached. Whatever lie Jason had spun about what he needed Spinelli for had clearly fallen short of her most dire plight. He was here, helping her. She'd won this round.

Or so she'd thought.

It wasn't Spinelli who climbed out of the driver's seat, but Milo. With orders from Spinelli to offer a whole-hearted apology on his behalf for his flakiness and to inform her that something of great import had come up with Stone Cold and he'd had to go. Milo drove her into the city to her meeting and waited for her to exit before driving her back to Port Charles. She'd requested to be dropped off at the Penthouse.

Jason and Spinelli were seated side by side on the sofa, laptop open and running on the coffee table with orange soda and barbecue chips within reach when she'd arrived. "Your sources were correct, Stone Cold." She heard Spinelli tell Jason. "The three bodies can indeed be irrevocably linked with… Maximista?" His attention averted, he closed the laptop quickly, before she could see the rather decidedly gruesome crime scene photos from other cities that Franco had visited. All posed not unlike she had been.

Jason shrugged. He'd won this round. He and Maxie both knew it. "Go on, Spinelli. Thanks for your help."

"Not a problem, Stone Cold. The Jackal is just glad we've made some headway into figuring out this beguiling web of mystery." He answered, gathering up his stuff. "Was your trip to New York pleasant, Maximista?"

"It was fine." She answered, with a glare tossed over her shoulder at Jason.