CON A CON by Kate

Summary: It's been said that everyone has an identical twin somewhere in the world but appearances can be deceiving.

Chapter 1

"Stay away from my family," Jason growled at the woman that had entered her apartment with her back turned to him but was now wearing an unreadable expression.

If she had been surprised at seeing him, she didn't show it. Maybe he just didn't recognize it. It wouldn't be that surprising. He didn't seem to know her anymore. After what he had just learned, he was starting to think that everyone may have been right; maybe he never knew her at all.

"What family?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him tauntingly. She didn't even bother to deny his unspoken accusation. She knew he would find out. It was only a matter of time. "Saint Elizabeth got you to give up your son and she's made damn sure you'll never be able to claim him after she lied under oath. And we all know you'd rather cut off your own arm than see her hurt."

"What were you thinking?" He demanded to know. He needed to know why she had targeted Elizabeth while she was with the children in the park that day, threatened them with guns. "You had to know I'd find out."

"Of course you did. Why, you're the all-knowing Jason Morgan, aren't you?" She mocked him.

"Stop it," he barked.

Her eyes turned cold at the order. "Or what?" she challenged dangerously. She walked a few feet closer to him until their faces were inches apart. "What are you going to do, Jason? Kill me?" She laughed at the notion, not paying any attention to the fire that blazed in his eyes. "You didn't even have the courage to leave me to be with Elizabeth and your son. I had to leave you."

"Do you really think you'll be able to look me in the eyes while you kill me?"

She was making it easy for him to imagine the possibility that one day he would be able to arrange her demise. He knew he would never be able to carry it out himself, simply because of what they used to be together. "I won't be warning you again, Sam," he said and let the threat hang in the air. He left then.

She sighed in disappointment. "What a loser."

"That could've gone better." The person that had been hiding in the bedroom finally revealed herself.

"Believe me, that's all you're going to get out of him," she replied.

"For your sake, you better hope that it's enough."

"I don't understand why you're even bothering with him," she said again, trying to figure out what the woman gained by getting her encounter with Jason Morgan on tape. "I thought you actually liked him. Or was making nice with him part of your plan to get revenge?"

The other woman was silent.

"Amelia?" She prodded again.

Amelia Joffe turned her head to the woman speaking to her. "I don't care about him one way or the other," she finally answered.

"I know; the only thing you care about is getting back at Sam." She still didn't understand why it was easier for Amelia to go so far to exact revenge against a woman she didn't know than it was to face the fact that her father didn't care about her.

"That's right, Sam," she said, enunciating the name in amusement.

"Allie," she immediately corrected, shrivelling her nose in disgust at being called by her double's name. "And you really need to get laid."

"Doesn't matter what I call you now, does it?"

Confusion filled Allie's eyes at the gun that Amelia had pulled from her purse and now aimed at her head. "Any last words?" she asked politely.

"Why?" It was all she could think of.

"Because I may not care about Jason Morgan but my employer does and your name may be Allie but to the rest of the world, you're Sam McCall."

"Oh, my mistake," Amelia realized her incorrect observation. Hope rose in Allie's eyes but as she saw the amused response on her murderer's face, it died instantly. "You were Sam McCall."

The gun fired and Allie Munroe was dead. Only the people of Port Charles would think that the brown-eyed brunette that lay dead in the apartment was Sam McCall.

A cell phone rang and Amelia handed it to the man that stood beside her.

"Yes?" The man asked.

"Is it done?" A cold voice on the other end asked.

"Yes. The subject was eliminated an hour ago."

"And the Passenger?"

"She was relocated this morning," he said.

"Untraceable?"

"Of course."

"Good. The last thing we need is for someone to spot a woman alive hours after her supposed death. We've worked too long for this to go wrong now."

"Everything has been taken care of," he assured his boss.

"And the tape?"

He turned to the woman beside him for an answer. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"What?" Amelia demanded in annoyance.

"Did you send the tape?" he asked.

"It will be delivered to the PCPD in ten minutes," she replied.

Hearing this, the person on the phone said, "Excellent." Then the connection went dead.