Missing by dndmom (sequel to GNO)

[JRK Archiver]

Chapter 16

Ned reached for the alarm clock, but couldn’t find it. As he woke up a little more, he realized first that he wasn’t in his bedroom, and second that the incredibly loud ringing noise was a phone, not the alarm clock. He reached for the phone on the nightstand, but there was only a dial tone… Cell phone, he thought, where was it? It rang again – other side of the bed. On Felicia’s side.

He stared at Felicia for a moment. Ok, he thought – that had been real. It wasn’t just a dream fueled by too much tequila.

The phone rang again, and Ned nudged Felicia’s shoulder. “Um – Felicia? Your cell is ringing.” She frowned, and rolled over. He nudged her again, but this time she didn’t move. Ned sighed – he didn’t want to look through her things for a phone, but this might be important. He got out of the bed, went to her side, and heard the ringing again. It sounded like it was inside her purse – he opened it, and found the phone, next to a 35 mm semiautomatic.

Ned pulled the phone out and saw that the caller ID was blocked. He hit the “answer” button, and said “Hello?”

There was a pause on the other end, and then he heard Georgie ask, “Ned?”

Ned sat down on the bed, “Georgie? My God – are you ok? Where are you?”

“I’m ok – Dillon’s here too.”

“Dillon… he’s with you? Where are you?”

“I… I can’t tell you – they’re still following us. I can tell you where to meet us though.”

“Where?”

“Someplace my Mom knows – can I talk to her?”

“Um,” Ned hesitated, “She’s asleep.”

Georgie paused – allright, she told herself, maybe there’s a perfectly innocent explanation for this. “She can be kind of hard to wake up. If you shake her shoulders and shout her name that usually works.”

“Ok – one sec, “ Ned said, and he put the phone down on the nightstand. He pulled Felicia up, shook her shoulders, and shouted, “FELICIA!”

Her eyes snapped open, and she glared at him for a second, “What?!” she growled, pulling his hands off her shoulders and backing away from him.

Ned reached over and handed the cell phone to her, “It’s Georgie,” he said calmly.

Her eyes widened, and she grabbed the phone, “Georgie? Sweetheart?”

“Hi Mommy,” Georgie said, her eyes tearing up.

“Baby, where are you? Are you ok?” Felicia motioned to Ned to get a pen and paper.

“I’m fine – and Dillon’s with me. They’re still after us, but we’re safe for now.” Robert caught Georgie’s attention, and motioned to his watch – he wanted her to speed it up. “I can’t stay on the phone – we’ll meet you at,” she looked to Robert, who held up six fingers, “at 6pm,” Robert nodded, “at that campground where we went white water rafting – you know, where Maxie fell out of the kayak, and Daddy went after her?”

“I remember – but sweetie – you remember the emergency number? For the WSB? Call that – they can help you.”

“No Mom – we can’t trust them.”

“What? What do you mean? What happened?”

“The WSB got me away from Faison months ago, and they haven’t let me come home, or talk to anyone.”

“Were they the ones who kidnapped Dillon?”

“Yeah, it was them. Mom, don’t trust them – especially Mr. Donelly.” Robert mouthed a word to her, prompting Georgie, “And – your phone may be tapped – be careful.” Robert prompted her again, “I’ve got to go Mommy – I love you.”

“I love you too, baby – we’ll be there at six.”

In the rest area, Georgie hung up the phone and handed it back to Robert. She started crying, and Dillon wrapped his arms around her.


Felicia heard the phone hang up, and stared at it for a moment in shock. “They’re ok, “ she said softly.

Ned, sitting on the bed next to her, smiled, “Both of them.”

Felicia looked at Ned, and broke into a wide smile. She threw her arms around his neck, “They’re OK!” she yelled.

Ned laughed – he’d never seen Felicia this happy, but, after hearing that Dillon was with her, and they were both ok, he understood how she felt.

After a moment, Felicia backed away from him, “Sorry, “ she said sheepishly, “Guess I got carried away.”

“It’s ok, “ Ned said, laughing, “Believe me, I know how you feel.”

Felicia looked back at the phone and frowned slightly. “Georgie said that the WSB took Dillon, and that we shouldn’t trust them.”

“What?”

Felicia shrugged, and explained, “Sometimes the WSB has a “bigger picture”, and people can get in the way of that. Maybe Georgie and Dillon got in the way?”

Ned thought for a moment and nodded. “Should we call Mac?”

Felicia frowned and shook her head, “No – Georgie said my phone might be tapped – if mine is, Mac’s probably is as well.”

Ned nodded, “So – where are we meeting them?”

“There’s a campground, can’t be more than 3 hours from here. Mac and I went camping with the girls there a few years ago. Georgie said to be there at six tonight.”

Ned smiled and stood up, “Right then –I’ll tell Jason and Sam, and then I need to take a shower – need to clear my head a bit after all that tequila.”

A smile came across Felicia’s face. “You know, we’re probably being watched, so we don’t want to tip our hand and leave too soon. And you don’t need to go all the way back to your room for a shower.”

Ned looked at Felicia, “Excuse me?”

Felicia got out of bed, and wrapped her arms around Ned’s waist, nuzzling his neck. “Well – I could use a shower myself, and I’ve got this one spot I just can’t reach. I could really use a hand with it,” she whispered into his ear.

Ned began to smile as well, “I think I may be able to help you with that,” he said. He picked up Felicia, and they both began to laugh as he carried her to the shower.



Luke crouched down by a window and looked through the binoculars to a house across the street. He watched as the local police broke the door down and searched it. Shaking his head, he commented to Paul, “I can’t believe you called the police.”

“I can,” Tracey said, taking the binoculars from Luke and pushing him away from the window.

Paul shrugged, “Hey – Mac said it would be a good idea. He put me in touch with the police commissioner here.”

Luke crossed his arms, and shook his head, “You know, Mac used to be a lot different. Just when did he start playing things by the book?”

Paul smiled, “When he started having kids.”

Luke raised an eyebrow, “That didn’t change me.”

“Or me,” Tracy said, not looking away from the binoculars.

Paul glared at Tracey, “Well, why should something as trivial as motherhood make you give up backstabbing and blackmail?”

Tracey put the binoculars down, and glared at Paul. Before she could say anything, JD jumped between them, pushing Paul away, “OK, boys and girls, lets just keep in mind what we’re doing here.”

Tracey sighed, smiled at JD, and reached back for the binoculars, but found that Luke had grabbed them and taken her spot.

A knock came at the door, and Paul, closest to it, answered. One of the local detectives entered, “Your information was correct – there were three hostages being held in the house.” Luke, Tracey and JD moved toward the door, and the detective continued, reading from a notepad. “There was a Dr. Winthrop, from Manhattan, reported missing last December, a Ms. Sharon James, and her daughter, aged 18 months, Rose.”

Tracey grabbed JD’s arm. “You’re sure there wasn’t anyone else?”

The detective shook his head, “Sorry ma’am. Dr. Winthrop did want to talk to someone about Ms. Jones, though – said he had some information about her.”

“Take us to him, then,” Luke prompted, heading for the door.

“Uh – Detective?” JD interrupted.

The detective looked over at him, “Yes?”

“Can I see Sharon? I think the baby is my granddaughter.”

The detective nodded, “Of course.” They followed the detective to the emergency vehicles in front of the house, and the detective pointed JD to one by the side where Sharon and Rose were being checked. Paul, Luke and Tracey followed him to another ambulance, where a pale and disheveled man was being examined. “Dr. Winthrop?” the detective said, to get his attention.

Dr. Winthrop looked up nervously, and saw the group with the detective. “Were you here about Ms. Jones?” he asked, his voice rasping.

Luke nodded, and crouched down so that he was eye level with Dr. Winthrop, “We’re helping her Mom and Dad to find her.”

The doctor smiled, and looked straight at Luke. “I tricked him,” the Doctor said.

“Tricked who?” Luke asked.

“Faison… he wanted me to artificially inseminate that poor little girl. But I tricked him – I told him I did. But I couldn’t,” the doctor chuckled, “I couldn’t because she was already pregnant.”

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Chapter 17

Luke stared at Dr. Anderson. He knew Faison was one of the most sick, twisted people he'd ever met, but this went beyond anything he could have imagined. "Why did he want you to..." Luke started to say, but couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

The Doctor nodded, and leaned closer to Luke. "He's very sick - dying I think. He wanted an heir who wouldn't have to worry about his enemies after he was gone."

Luke nodded, and closed his eyes. To Faison, it must have been a logical course of action... but Faison hadn't counted on Georgie already being pregnant. "How far along was she?" Luke asked.

"She must have conceived just before she was kidnapped - when the WSB found her she was about 6 weeks along."

Luke shook his head, "The WSB? They have Georgie?"

The doctor nodded, "Faison was able to keep me prisoner, but I remember hearing him ordering his men to find where the WSB was holding her."

Luke nodded, "Thanks, Doc." Doctor Anderson nodded, and turned back to the medics. Luke stood up and faced Tracey and Paul. "Congratulations, you're going to be grandparents."

Tracey shook her head, "No - the baby isn't Dillon's."

Luke rolled his eyes, "Oh please -"

Tracey sputtered, "She was kidnapped - God knows what happened to her -"

Paul cut her off, "You know, only you would suggest that her being raped is preferable to Dillon being a father!"

"I NEVER said that - I just said that...look he's too young for this."

"They both are," Luke interrupted. "But that doesn't change what's happened. And, you know, throwing Faison into the mix isn't their fault. That's on every one of us who's dealt with him before and let him get away. Every one of us who is related to Dillon or Georgie and who's Faison's enemy."

Tracey closed her eyes and swallowed. The last thing she needed at the moment was a lecture from Luke Spencer. She already knew how part of this would play out - Dillon would protect Georgie and the baby, regardless of who he thought the father was, and they'd both try to get away from Faison. And Faison would stop at nothing to get to the baby he thought was his. If Dillon got in the way...

Tracey opened her eyes - both Paul and Luke were watching her. "Excuse me," she said, hoarsely, heading back to the house they'd been using for surveillance, and locking herself in the bathroom. She pulled her wallet out of her purse, and found a carefully folded piece of paper - a number she never thought she'd call, but one she couldn't bring herself to throw away, just in case. Her fingers shook a little as she dialed the number, half hoping that it wouldn't work any more. After 3 rings, it picked up, but there wasn't a greeting. "Hello? Are you there?" Tracey asked after a few seconds.

"Tracey!" the voice said on the other end. "I've been wondering when you'd call about Dillon."



Mac stood outside the front gate of the mansion, Skye standing next to him after refusing to let him go on his own. "Isn't this kind of in the open?" she asked.

Mac shrugged, "We're not sneaking around. We're going to ring the bell." He pressed the buzzer by the side of the gate.

Skye looked at Mac, surprised. "We're just walking in?"

Mac smiled, "You have spent way too much time with Spencer."

A camera over the gate made a slight whirring noise as it swiveled toward them, and a voice came over the intercom next to the buzzer. "Mac? What are you doing here?"

Mac hit the intercom button, "Sean? I was just passing through, thought I'd see if we could compare notes on the search for Georgie."

There was a pause, and then the lock on the gate clicked. "Come on in - I'll be right down."

Mac opened the gate and ushered Skye inside. Sean met them in the walkway, pulling Mac into a bear hug. "Good to see you, Mac."

Mac smiled, "Same here." Mac pulled away and gestured toward Skye, "Sean, this is Skye Quartermaine - she's helping me look for Georgie."

"Quartermaine?" Sean asked, an eyebrow raised, "I thought I knew all the Quartermaines - and I don't think I could have forgotten you."

"Why, thank you. I only got to Port Charles a few years ago. I'm Alan's daughter."

Sean nodded, "Well, it's good to meet you, Skye. Please," Sean gestured toward the house, "Come inside - I've got a few things to tell you."

Mac and Skye walked a step behind Sean as he led the way. Sean ushered them into a room to the side of a long stairway, and motioned for them to sit on a brown leather couch – he sat across from them in a matching chair. “Mac…I’m sorry, but I needed to make a command decision on something, and needed to exclude you on some of what we found.”

Skye looked over at Mac, who leaned forward, an eyebrow raised. “Exclude me on what?” he asked calmly.

Sean frowned, “We had Georgie.”

Skye watched Mac’s expression – she knew him well enough by now to know that he was furious – but his expression was still calm. “Had?” he asked.

Sean stood up and started pacing nervously, “It’s a long story…a few years ago we found someone – he was badly injured, and needed extensive reconstructive surgery. It appears now that he wasn’t who we thought he was – that he was a plant by Faison. I knew there was someone, but I never suspected him.”

“And that’s why you needed to shut me out?” Mac asked.

Sean nodded, “We rescued Georgie about three months ago, and the plant kidnapped Dillon and brought him here. We think that was on Faison’s orders. Tonight, just a few hours ago, he kidnapped both of them.”

Mac stood up and glared at Sean, “You suspected him? And you didn’t stop him?”

Sean closed his eyes, “Georgie and Dillon went with him willingly.”

“What? Why?” Skye asked, surprised.

Sean looked at Mac, “The plant…Mac, we thought he was Robert.”




Georgie held on to Dillon tightly – they were so close to being home, but she had a nagging feeling that something was wrong – that the WSB wouldn’t let them get away that easily. She felt an arm on her shoulder, and looked up to see Robert, looking concerned. Georgie sniffed, “I’ll be ok,” she said, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.

Robert nodded, “Of course you will – you’re as tough as your mum and dad,” he smiled at her reassuringly, but she noticed that he was looking over her shoulder.

“What is it?” Georgie asked, concerned.

Robert smiled again, but Georgie could tell it was forced, “We should get going. Feel like driving for a bit, Dillon?” he said, holding the keys out to Dillon.

Dillon looked at Georgie, and then suspiciously at Robert, “What’s going on?” he asked quietly as he took the keys.

“There are people lurking about in the bushes – I need to check that out. Dillon, get behind the wheel – if you hear anything get Georgie out of here – Georgie, stay in the back seat, and stay down.” Georgie started to protest, but Robert shook his head, “Trust me on this – we’re all going to be ok, but you need to be ready to get out of here.” Robert put his arms around the two of them and walked them back to the car.

Robert opened the door for Georgie and helped her inside. He smiled at her, and, before he could close the door, she grabbed his hand, “Please – be careful,” she asked.

Robert nodded, and smiled, “Faison couldn’t kill me – the WSB doesn’t stand a chance.” Robert turned to look at Dillon in the front seat, “There are IDs and money in the glove box – and, if you need it, a gun as well.” Robert looked between the two of them – “Be careful.”

Georgie nodded, not able to speak. “You too,” Dillon said for both of them. Robert walked toward a stand of trees by the concession stand at the rest stop. He strolled casually, as if he were stretching his legs…as he got to a large shrub he paused, and then dived behind it. Georgie heard someone yell, and there was a gunshot. “Shit,” Dillon muttered, starting the car quickly, and speeding out of the parking lot. Georgie twisted around in the seat to look back, and saw Robert struggling with three men – and then, as the car turned onto the main road, he was out of sight.

Georgie sat back in the seat and stared straight ahead…she tightened her jaw to keep from crying. It wasn’t over yet.

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Chapter 18


Dillon's knuckles were white as he dug his nails into the steering wheel. He'd seen just about every movie car chase ever filmed - but the reality, with Georgie and the baby's life depending on him, was very different. He was terrified...one wrong decision, one mistake, and Faison, or the WSB, would have her again. He glanced into the rearview mirror - she was pale, and it looked like she was shivering. "That blanket should still be back there," he suggested.

Georgie nodded, and looked around for a moment, pulling the blanket around herself when she found it. "Where are we?" she asked softly.

"The last sign said 120 kilometers to Montreal...I don't know what that is in miles."

Georgie thought for a moment, "About 75, I think."

Dillon nodded, "There's a stop coming up - we could use gas...and a chance to figure out where we're going."

"Are they following us?"

"I.." Dillon glanced around - he hadn't seen anyone for at least 15 miles, "I don't think so."

Georgie nodded, and pulled the blanket around herself more tightly. After a few minutes, Dillon took them onto an exit ramp, and into the parking lot of a restaurant/gas station by the highway. Dillon closed his eyes as he turned off the engine - please, God, he thought, don't let me fuck this up...he undid his seatbelt and was about to open the door when Georgie stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Get the IDs," she suggested.

Dillon nodded, and opened the glove compartment - he found a large manilla envelope, with two wallets, and a smaller envelope of cash. He slipped the envelope of money into his inside jacket pocket, and glanced inside the wallets - they were David and Gina Quinlan, of Saratoga, New York, according to the IDs. He handed the Georgie the wallet meant for her and checked the envelope again - birth certificates, a marriage certificate, dated a month ago....and two rings. Dillon twisted around in his seat and looked into the back seat at Georgie, an eyebrow raised, "Um...we're married."

Georgie looked up at Dillon, surprised, "We're what?" she asked, thinking she'd misheard.

Dillon handed the marriage certificate to her, and Georgie smiled slightly. "If I may?" Dillon asked, reaching for Georgie's hand, and holding the ring up. Georgie smiled slightly, and he slipped the ring onto her finger.

"Is there one for you?" she asked. Dillon held up the other ring, and Georgie took it from him, "My turn," she said, smiling a little more as she slipped the ring onto his finger.

Dillon held her hand and kissed it, looking into her eyes, "I know we're too young...but this will be for real someday."

Georgie sniffed, and wiped away a tear, "Someday," she said sadly.

"Hey - look - this isn't "maybe someday" - this is "someday as soon as we can without your dad killing me". Or as soon as you finish college, whichever comes first."

Georgie was still crying, but laughed, "I pictured this a little more romantic, you know?"

Dillon smiled, "Hey - when "someday" comes - you will be swept off your feet. It will be so unbelieveably romantic that there will be absolutely no way you could say no."

Georgie had stopped crying, "Sounds pretty impressive."

Dillon kissed her hand, "You will be amazed."

"I'd better be - you're setting my expectations pretty high here."

"I'm a creative guy," Dillon said, and kissed Georgie's hand again, "and you're my muse."

There was a knock on the driver's side window, and they both jumped, startled. There was a police officer outside. "Is that a mountie?" Dillon asked.

Georgie gulped, the smile disappearing from her face, "I think we should just call him "officer"."

Dillon opened the door, "I'm sorry, is there a problem, officer?" he asked, looking around to see if there was anyone nearby - he saw several semis, and two men leaving the restaurant across the parking lot.

The officer smiled at them, "That's what I was about to ask," he said, with a slight French accent, "you two look a bit young to be out this late."

Georgie opened the back door, and awkwardly started to get out of the car. The officer reached his arm out to help her, and Georgie took hold if it, "We're fine sir," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, "My mom's been in a car accident, and we're heading home to see her."

"And where is home?" the officer asked.

Dillon got out of the car, "Saratoga, New York," Dillon answered, standing next to Georgie and putting and arm around her shoulders.

"We were going to try to drive straight on through, but I got a little car sick," Georgie explained.

The officer smiled at them, appearing to buy their story. "How far along are you?"

"18 weeks," Georgie said, forcing herself to smile.

"My wife got carsick when she was pregnant if her blood sugar got low - you should try to eat something," the officer suggested.

Dillon looked at Georgie - she did look pale and a little sick, "It's probably a good idea," he agreed.

Georgie nodded, and read the officer's name tag, "How's the food here, Officer Montclair?"

Officer Montclair smiled, and motioned for them to follow him into the restaurant, "Stay away from the Pecan Pie and anything with shrimp, and you'll be ok."

Georgie and Dillon looked at each other - Dillon held out his hand for Georgie - she took it, and they followed Montclair in.




The PI saw them in the parking lot - exact matches for the photos. They looked pretty clean cut...no obvious reason why they'd be worth 25 thousand each, but he wasn't going to argue. He briefly toyed with the idea of trying to bring them in himself - that would've been worth double - but he wasn't going to try to get around the mountie that they were with. The parking lot was empty at the moment; but this was the only all night place for 100 kilometers around, so that might not last. He got out of his car, walked across to the car he'd seen them get out of, and, after he was in back of it, crouched down and attached the tracking device to the metal under the frame.




Mac and Skye were in Mac's motel room, looking over the maps sprawled out over the bed. "Where would he have headed with them?" Skye asked, sitting down in the chair next to the bed, removing one of her shoes, and massaging her foot.

Mac shrugged noncomittally and shook his head, "If he's working for Faison? Could be anywhere."

"If he's working for Faison?" Skye asked, wondering about the tone Mac had used. "Is there any reason to think he isn't."

Mac frowned, "I'm not sure Sean can be trusted."

Skye looked at him quizzically, and waved her shoe at him as she spoke, "Does that mean that the man who took Georgie and Dillon away from the WSB - "

"Is my brother?" Mac interrupted, "I don't know. I would've liked to talk with him..." he began, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Who the hell could that be," he glanced at his watch, "at 5am."

Skye had slipped off her other shoe and walked to the door barefoot, "Is it that late?" she asked rhetorically, and then, to the door, "Who is it?"

"I'm here about Robert Scorpio," a woman's voice answered in an Irish accent.

Skye looked back at Mac, who moved toward the door as Skye opened it, "What about Robert?" Mac asked the older woman in the motel corridor.

"May I come in, dear?" the woman asked.

"Please," Skye said, motioning for her to enter, "Have a seat," she offered, indicating the chair, and picking up her shoes.

"Thank you, dear," she responded as she sat down. Mac and Skye sat across from her on the edge of the bed, and she began. "My name is Brianne O'Conner - I work for the WSB, and just over 3 months ago, the WSB rescued your daughter from Faison," she said, nodding to Mac, "Shortly after that I noticed something of a change in Sean's demeanor. You see, I don't think he counted on Georgie defying his wishes."

"Excuse me?" Mac asked, "What do you mean, defying?"

Brianne shifted in her chair uncomfortably, and looked between Mac and Skye, "Sean didn't tell you, then?"

"Tell us what?" Skye asked nervously, remembering the webcam, and the conclusions that she and Felicia had arrived at.

Brianne closed her eyes and sighed. She opened her eyes, and leaned in toward the two of them, "Best if I just come out with it. Georgie was kidnapped because Faison wanted an heir. She's pregnant, and the child is Faison's."

Mac shook his head, his mouth open in shock, and looked at Brianne, trying to judge if she were lying. "No - it's not possible..." he began to say. Skye slipped an arm around Mac's back, and took his hand.

"I'm sorry, dear, it is true. We had hoped that your daughter's boyfriend might be the child's father, but Sean had tests run that determined the child was Faison's."

The color had drained from Mac's face, and his hand had moved to cover his mouth. He gripped Skye's hand tightly for a few moments, and then softly asked, "You said Georgie defied Sean?"

Brianne nodded, "Sean insisted that she have an abortion. Georgie refused to have one."

"Refused? Why would she - " Mac's voice drifted off as he tried to process what he'd heard.

"She said the baby was a victim as well, that she needed to protect it."

Mac closed his eyes and nodded - it wasn't surprising in those terms. He could almost picture Georgie saying it. "What about Dillon?" Mac asked, "Did he try to talk her into it?"

Brianne shook her head, "No, he didn't. Perhaps if Sean had Georgie alone, he might have been able to persuade her. But her young man stood beside her, and did his best to keep Sean away from her."

Mac stood up quickly, and moved to the window, looking out. "And Robert?" he asked, turning back to look at Brianne.

Brianne reached for her purse, and looked over to Mac, "Up until a few weeks ago, I knew Robert Scorpio as John Wilfred. To tell you the truth, from what I've seen, Georgie and Dillon are safer with Wilf- I mean Robert, than Sean. Or at least they were."

"Were?" Skye asked.

"They brought Robert back a few hours ago - about an hour before you two showed up at the gates. I think Georgie and Dillon got away." Brianne stood up, and walked to Mac at the window. "There is one other thing," she said, reaching into her purse and pulling out an envelope, "Robert began to investigate Sean when it was obvious that Sean had an agenda that didn't include your daughter's best interests. He said if anything happened to him, that I should find you, and give you what he'd found." She held the envelope out to Mac, who examined it as he took it. Brianne turned and headed for the door, "I'd best be getting back - Sean's been just the slightest bit paranoid these days, and I'd rather not risk him becoming suspicious at the moment." Skye got up and followed Brianne to the door - Brianne paused, and looked back at Mac, "Take care," she said, and then left.

Skye closed the door, and then went to Mac, wrapping her arms around him. He held her tightly, his head resting on her shoulder. "Are you ok?" she asked.

Mac was silent for a moment, "No. Not really." He hugged her more tightly, and then pulled back a little. "I will be though - I have to be."

"For Georgie and Dillon," Skye said.

"And Robert," Mac added.

Skye moved her hand up to the back of Mac's head, and pulled back a little to look into his eyes, "So, you think she was telling the truth?"

Mac sighed, "I know Sean's been lying to me. I'll look through the envelope - see if it what's in there makes sense."

"And, if it does?"

"Then, three things. First, I get my brother back. Second, I find Georgie and Dillon. And third, I kill Faison."




Tracey got out of the elevator - there was a sign indicating rooms 5100 - 5120 were on the left, and 5121 - 5140 were on the right. She closed her eyes and gulped...this was the last place she wanted to be. But she needed to do this - it was the only way to make sure that Dillon would be safe. A chill ran down her spine - Dillon would be safe, but it's entirely possible that she'd end up plummeting down 51 floors. It occurred to her that a shot of vodka would be helpful at the moment.

She looked at the paper again. Room 5107 - Tracey turned left and began reading the room numbers. In front of the room she stopped, and hesitantly knocked on the door. Almost immediately, the door was answered, and Tracey froze in place. "Good morning, Ms. Quartermaine. You're expected," the guard at the door said with a slight smile as he ushered Tracey inside.

Tracey drew herself up as tall as she could, and strode into the room, hoping she looked confident. The room was elegant and understated, with a magnificent view, she noticed - and no balcony, she thought gratefully. Distracted by the view, she jumped as a voice behind her said with faked enthusiasm, "Tracey! How good to see you. You look as formidable as ever."

Tracey turned slowly and saw him - he looked so much older. She'd heard that he was dying, but hadn't realized the decline in his health would be this obvious. "Ceasar. How are you?"

Faison smiled at her, and walked over to the bar to pour himself a drink. He gestured an offer of a drink to Tracey and she shook her head. "How am I? Perhaps you haven't heard the reports of my imminent demise."

Tracey felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights - she knew he'd catch her if she tried to lie. "Yes, I had heard," she said expressionlessly.

Faison sighed, and leaned against the table, looking exhausted, "I don't have your son."

"I know that," Tracey began, "But I also know that you're looking for him. Given your resources I believe you'll find him."

Faison sat down in front of the window, "Perhaps. You should know I mean him no harm. The incident a few months ago was a mistake - and the fool who made it has paid for it."

Tracey swallowed - this was going to be harder than she thought. She went to the bar and poured herself a vodka double, gulping it down. "I'm glad to hear that you won't harm him, but I'm afraid that the situation may change," she said as she stared down at her glass.

"And how might that be?"

Tracey put the glass down and turned to face Faison. "We found Dr. Anderson. He said that the Jones girl was already pregnant when you had her abducted."

Tracey saw Faison's hand tighten it's grasp on the glass he was holding, but his face remained impassive. "And why would you tell me this?"

"Because I know Dillon - and I think I know you. You would have found this out regardless, and, without what I'm about to tell you, my son would be in danger from you because of it."

Faison put his glass down, and leaned forward, "And what could you tell me that would keep him safe from my wrath?"

Tracey crossed her arms, trying to hide that her hands were shaking. "You're not going to harm Dillon because he's your son."

[JRK Archiver]

Chapter 19

Tracey scanned Faison’s face, looking for even the slightest reaction, but couldn’t find a trace. She’d been terrified by this for almost 20 years, ever since she’d realized she was pregnant and Faison was the baby’s father. Her fear kept her from smiling in satisfaction as she realized that the plan had worked – he would have never known if she hadn’t told him.

It had started on a business trip to Manhattan. She’d stopped off in a bar for a couple of martinis before heading home to watch her marriage to Paul crumble around her. Feeling alone and sorry for herself, she’d struck up a conversation at the bar with an interesting stranger. He lied about his name – but so had she. Before she knew it, and even though she was fairly certain that no one at the mansion cared, she had called home to say that she’d be staying overnight.

That had been their first night together. All together, it couldn’t have lasted more than three months. By that point, she had figured out who he was, and the investigator she hired had sent her a list of his crimes. Most of them hadn’t bothered her – theft, blackmail…things she had done herself. But, there was murder as well, and that had scared her – that and the coldness she sometimes saw in his eyes. Once or twice she wondered if Faison had arranged to find her in that bar as a way to get back at Paul.

She tried to break it off in friendly terms, telling him that she had decided to try to get her marriage back on track. He had accepted that, and given her the card with his number, so she could find him again if she ever wanted to. She took the card, but never thought that she would use it.

Tracey realized that she was pregnant a week after she ended the affair. She managed to seduce Paul so that she could convince him the baby was his, but had been terrified that the baby – that Dillon – would look like his father. And he did. She hoped no one else saw it, but she did…something about his eyes reminded her of Faison. Not the coldness that had scared her, but the kind look he had when she first met him.

But, someone else did see the resemblance. People often sold Lila Quartermaine short, mistaking her kindness and generosity for naiveté, but she had a crystal clear view of everything that went on under her roof, with the household staff that worshipped her acting as her eyes and ears. Dillon had been premature and nearly didn’t survive – Lila had helped Tracey endure the crisis, but had taken her aside when it was over to tell Tracey that she knew Paul wasn’t the baby’s father. Tracey didn’t even try to deny it, and confessed everything on the spot.

Another thing that people underestimated in Lila was her capacity to do whatever was needed to keep her family safe. And Dillon was her grandson, regardless of who his father was. The plan to take Dillon away had been Lila’s – she helped Tracey engineer a “theft” of Quartermaine funds, and her exit from the family. Lila also “helped” Paul in his search for Dillon, while secretly feeding enough information to Tracey to keep her a few steps ahead of the investigators Paul had hired.

Tracey sent pictures back to Lila every year on Dillon’s birthday. Finally, when he turned 16, Lila no longer saw any resemblance to his father, and asked Tracey to bring him home. Tracey gratefully obliged.

But that was where it all started to go wrong – when Dillon took up with that girl. That girl whose family was among the most persistent enemies that Faison had. She had tried to discourage the relationship – had set up her walking on in Dillon with the Alcazar girl – but nothing had worked. At least the Alcazar girl could have protected him. Georgie Jones – and her family – they were the reason that she was going to have to tell Dillon about his real father.

“I will check, you know,” Faison interrupted Tracey’s train of thought.

“Of course,” Tracey acknowledged, putting her glass down, and brushing her hair away from her face nervously.

Faison glared at her, “If you’re lying to me, he will pay the price for it.”

Tracey returned his stare, hoping he didn’t realize how terrified she was, “I’m not lying.”

Faison leaned forward, causing Tracey to instinctively back away, even though she was across the room, “Did you know you were pregnant when you ended it?”

“No. I realized about a week later.” Tracey turned back toward the bar – the look in his eyes was just like the one that had scared her all those years ago.

“And you didn’t call me?” Faison leaned forward even further.

Tracey looked back over her shoulder to him, trying not to look into those cold eyes, “I didn’t want you near the baby. I broke it off with when I found out who you were and what you’d done.”

Faison shook his head, still not believing her, “And all these years in Europe keeping him away from Paul?”

Tracey shook her head – he was smarter than this. He must have put the pieces together by now – he was stringing her along, looking for inconsistencies in her story. But, for once in her life, she was telling the truth. “Do you honestly think that I spent almost 16 years on the run because of Paul Hornsby?”

Faison stood up slowly, leaning against the arm of the chair for support, and started to walk unsteadily toward Tracey. “I suppose not. But, why did you come back? You must have known my fondness for Port Charles. Weren’t you worried I’d run across the boy?”

“Mother thought it was safe to come back – she had seen some resemblance to you when he was younger, but that disappeared later.” Tracey moved away from the bar, smoothing her jacket as she turned to face him.

Faison’s eyes widened in surprise, and he sarcastically shot back at her, “Lila Quartermaine? The irreproachable Lila Quartermaine helped you accomplish this?”

“You obviously don’t know how far my mother would go to protect her family. And she was right – you met him and you didn’t have a clue,” Tracey smiled, despite her fear.

Faison’s face broke into an insincere smile, “Well – perhaps I should find my wayward son and grandchild, then?” He walked slowly over to a desk by the window and hit the intercom button. “Rolf? Come in here,” he ordered. The man who had answered the door entered a few seconds later, and Faison gestured toward Tracey. “Ms. Quartermaine will be our guest – please see that she’ll be comfortable. And, the reward on Ms. Jones and Mr. Quartermaine – I want you to quadruple it. But add the advisory that if either of them is harmed at all, there will be hell to pay.”




After reading the letter from Robert, Mac was certain – Sean had been lying to him since the beginning. He’d checked as many of the facts as he could through his contacts outside the WSB, and they all supported the letter’s version of what had been happening over the past 7 months.

Georgie hadn’t been the first target – Sean and Tiffany’s daughter Tricia had been. But something had gone wrong during the first abduction attempt – Tricia had been killed, and Tiffany was in a coma. Sean had made it his mission to destroy Faison, and it didn’t matter who got in his way. He knew 2 days before the abduction that Georgie had been targeted, but hadn’t made any attempts to warn her. He knew that Faison had specified that she be unharmed, and must have suspected why. After she had been rescued, he had tried to pressure her to have an abortion – since Faison had taken Sean’s child, Sean would take Faison’s…

Mac could understand Sean’s motivation – he wanted Faison dead almost as much as Sean must. But Sean didn’t care how that was accomplished any more, and Georgie was paying the price for that. Robert had seen this, and that was why he’d gotten Dillon and Georgie out of the WSB’s hands.

Skye was reading through the letter again, and was about to ask Mac a question when a knock on the door interrupted her. Mac motioned for her to wait a moment, and checked the semiautomatic in his shoulder holster. Skye’s eyes widened as she watched – she hadn’t realized how dangerous Mac thought the situation was. Mac moved to the bathroom, out of the line of sight of the door, and motioned for Skye to answer it. She nodded, and called out, “Who is it?”

“Hey, Blaze, it’s just one of your many admirers,” Luke’s voice answered.

Skye rolled her eyes and looked over to Mac, who motioned for her to let him in, but didn’t leave his position. Skye opened the door to a smiling Luke, who entered the room followed closely by Paul. Luke reached down and helped himself to the croissants that Skye had gotten them for breakfast. “Make yourself at home,” she invited him sarcastically.

“C’mon, Blaze, su casa e mi casa, right?” Luke joked through a full mouth. He swallowed, and continued, “Besides, I come bearing good tidings.” Luke saw Paul raise an eyebrow and corrected himself, “Well, relatively good tidings. Where’s Mac?”

“Right here,” Mac said, causing a startled Paul to jump. “I’ll take any good tidings you’ve got right now.”

Luke smiled, “Way to be stealthy. Old habits die hard I guess.”

“The news?” Mac prompted impatiently.

“Bad news or good news first?” Luke asked as he reached for another croissant.

“I could use some good news,” Mac said, glancing over to Skye as he thought back to Brianne O’Conner’s visit the night before.

“Actually,” Luke swallowed the last of the croissant and began to wipe his hands off on his shirt, “the good news doesn’t make sense without the bad news, so your going to have to take that first.”

Mac glared at Luke – he wasn’t in the mood for putting up with Luke’s antics, “Luke, give me the news before I beat you to death with a stale croissant!”

Skye crossed her arms and frowned, “They are not stale!” she muttered defensively.

“I thought they were good,” Luke agreed, smiling flirtatiously at Skye.

“Luke!” Mac warned, starting to reach for his gun.

Paul stepped between Mac and Luke, his hands held up defensively in front of Mac, “Mac, we know why Georgie was kidnapped. Faison wanted –“

“Wanted her to have his child – we know already,” Mac sighed, wondering if that were the good or bad news.

Paul smiled, “But the doctor pulled one over on him – the baby is Dillon’s, not Faison’s.”

Mac’s mouth opened slightly in surprise. “What?” he asked, hoping he hadn’t misheard.

“We found the doctor Faison kidnapped in the safe house in Buffalo,” Paul explained, “He said that Georgie was already pregnant when Faison kidnapped her.”

Mac shook his head – your teenage daughter is pregnant, but at least the father isn’t an international criminal fell nicely into the category of relatively good news. But then he remembered, “The WSB did a paternity test,” he sighed wearily, “They said that Faison was the father.”

Paul and Luke looked at each other. “Are you sure you trust them?” Luke asked.

Mac thought about the letter - Sean could have rigged the test without Robert discovering it. The abortion would be just as effective if the baby were Dillon’s – all that mattered was that Faison thought he was the father. Mac reached down for the letter Skye had left on the table and handed it to Luke. Luke raised an eyebrow, and Mac explained, “You’re right – we can’t trust them. Sean’s been hiding quite a few things – I’ve verified most of the items in that letter.”

Luke read through the letter quickly, the smile disappearing from his face the further into the letter that he got. When he finished, he looked up at Mac, his mouth open in shock. “Robert?” he asked hoarsely, remembering his best friend.

Mac nodded, “It looks like he’s alive, and Sean’s holding him.”

The shock on Luke’s face faded slightly, as a glint appeared in his eye, and he began to smile slightly, “So – when do we break him out?”



After a short breakfast, Georgie and Dillon said goodbye to Officer Montclair, and headed back to the car. He’d given them directions for the “best route” back to New York, and had insisted on paying for the meal. Georgie sighed as she sat in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt. “You ok?” Dillon asked, looking over from the driver’s seat.

Georgie nodded and smiled sadly. “That almost felt normal. You know – sort of like we were back at Kelly’s.”

Dillon took Georgie’s hand and kissed it, “Yeah – it did almost feel normal.” He started the car up, “But the food is better at Kelly’s.”

Georgie shrugged, “I don’t know – you wouldn’t let me have a double mocha latte, so I really couldn’t judge.”

Dillon’s mouth opened in feigned surprise, “Hello! You’ve got Junior to think about. No more any kind of latte’s until he’s hatched.”

“Junior?” Georgie asked.

Dillon smiled, “Dillon Albert Quartermaine Junior, of course.”

“Of course, “ Georgie laughed, “But there might be a problem or two.”

Dillon shrugged, and shook his head, “How could there be a problem?”

Georgie looked up at the roof of the car innocently, “Well, what if Junior is a girl?”

Dillon raised an eyebrow and pretended to be shocked, “Georgianna Lila Quartemaine, of course.”

“No,” Georgie shook her head vehemently, “I am never going to do that to any child of mine. Do you know how miserable school was for me when I was little because of the name “Georgianna”?”

“Hey – it’s a beautiful name!” Dillon protested, trying to keep a straight face, although Georgie could see the smile on the corner of his mouth. He knew how much she hated her name sometimes.

“And the junior thing, “ she paused, trying to keep herself from laughing, “sweetheart, I love you, but I really hate the name Albert.”

Dillon opened his mouth in an attempt to look speechless from surprise, “But – he can’t be a junior without the Albert…”

Georgie smiled, reaching over and grabbing Dillon’s shirt to pull him toward her, “Sorry to disappoint you,” she raised her eyebrows, “but, maybe I can make it up to you?” Georgie leaned over and kissed Dillon – he unfastened his seatbelt, and started to move over to Georgie’s side of the car. But then they both froze, looking out the window at Officer Montclair, who was watching them from his car.

Dillon sat back down in his seat and cleared his throat. “I guess we should get to your Mom.”

Georgie leaned over and gave Dillon a peck on the cheek, “Please yes,” she agreed.



Pierre Montclair liked Gina and David Quinlan – they reminded him of how he was with his wife when he was much younger. His wife repeatedly told him that he was an incurable romantic. Although he denied it, secretly he knew she was right. Moreover, he knew how to spot two people in love – and they were obviously very much in love. He could tell by the way they looked at each other. He’d realized long ago that you could tell when someone was in love not by the way they looked when they knew they were being watched, but by the way they looked when they thought no one was watching. And a few times, when Gina had gotten up to go to the restroom, or when David had gone to the counter to get something for her, he saw the look in their eyes as they watched the other leaving, and knew.

But he also knew there was something they were hiding. A few times the door had slammed – Gina had flinched, and David tried to cover as he shot a look at the door. He’d tried to get them to trust him, but they just smiled and said they were fine.

Montclair watched their car pull out of the rest stop, started his car up, and followed them. Even if they didn’t ask for his help, they couldn’t stop him from following them – at least up to where his jurisdiction ended.



The detective cursed softly as he saw the mountie start to follow the two targets. He switched on the tracking device, and attached it to the GPS on his dashboard. After 5 minutes, he started his car and began to follow the blip on the map.

[JRK Archiver]

Chapter 20


Jason waited impatiently for Sam in the lobby of the motel – when Ned and Felicia hadn’t shown up for breakfast, he’d gone to check on Ned while Sam checked on Felicia. Ned’s room hadn’t been slept in – the bags were still there, but nothing had been disturbed. He saw Sam walk slowly into the lobby from the corridor heading to the elevators, with a strange expression on her face. “You are not going to believe this,” she said with a smile.

Jason shrugged, “What?”

“Um – I found both of them….does your cousin always work this fast, or were they together before this and just keeping it quiet?” Sam had her arms crossed as she looked up at Jason.

He’d been working with Felicia trying to find Georgie and Dillon for a couple of months now – it didn’t seem like her to do what he thought Sam was suggesting. “Were they ok?”

“Oh yeah, they sure were.” Sam smiled, barely suppressing a smile.

“So you’re saying that they…,” Jason began.

“Spent the night together?” Sam interrupted, “Sure looks like it. From the way the clothes were thrown around, I’d say they had a pretty good time.”

“Ned?…and Felicia?” Jason asked, still a little surprised.

“Yep,” Sam said, “I sort of woke them up – told them we’d meet them for breakfast in the dining room." Jason stared straight ahead, contemplating what Sam had said. She laughed, and grabbed his arm, “Hey – why don’t you buy a girl some breakfast?” she suggested as she led him into the dining room off the lobby.

Out of habit, Jason picked a table in the corner, keeping his back to the wall. Sam flagged down a waitress and ordered for them both. Sam picked up a newspaper that had been left at an adjoining table, and began leafing through it while Jason watched the news on the large screen set at the center of the dining room. “So,” he thought out loud, “Ned and Felicia…”

Sam looked up from the newspaper, “What about them?”

Jason broke into a wide grin, “Tracey’s going to go ballistic.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, “You think it’s going to last long enough for her to find out about it?”

Jason shrugged, and then backed away from the table as the waitress put a large plate of pancakes in front of him. He poured syrup over the pancakes, “Maybe – or maybe it’s just a “what happens in Schenectedy stays in Schenectedy” kind of thing.”

Sam nodded, “I hope not. Felicia would sure as hell put that witch in her place – and if anyone deserves it….” Sam’s voice trailed off, and she shook her head. Most of the Quartermaine’s weren’t that bad – but there was something about Tracey that just got her mad. Sam leaned back in her chair and glanced at the door – a very tired looking Ned and Felicia had just entered, both wearing sunglasses. She waved at them, and Ned waved back, pointing Felicia toward their table.

The waitress stopped by at the table – before she could say anything, Felicia muttered, “Coffee. Lots of coffee.” The waitress nodded, and returned quickly with a carafe – Felicia poured herself a cup, and ordered, “Dry wheat toast with Strawberry Preserves.”

The waitress looked at Ned, who took off his sunglasses and pointed at the pancakes that Jason was eating, “That looks good,” he leaned to the side and read the waitress’s name tag, “Marjorie – would you please bring me a stack of pancakes?”

The waitress smiled warmly at Ned, “Pancakes coming up,” she said as she left.

Ned began to yawn, and Felicia watched the waitress walk away. C’Mon, she told herself, it was just one night, not a declaration of undying love….and all the waitress did was smile. There’s nothing to get jealous about. Besides – there was something much more important. She took her sunglasses off, and leaned across the table toward Sam and Jason, “Georgie called last night.”

Jason and Sam looked at each other, “Where is she?” Jason started, followed almost immediately by Sam asking, “Is she ok?”

Felicia smiled and glanced over to Ned, “She’s with Dillon, and said they were both ok. She said the WSB had been holding them – that we shouldn’t trust them. She couldn’t stay on the phone long, but gave us a location for a meeting at 6 tonight.”

“Where?” Jason asked.

“It’s a campground Mac and I took the girls to a couple of years ago – it’s probably about 3 hours from here.” The waitress interrupted, bringing Felicia’s toast and Ned’s pancakes. Felicia tried not to notice the waitress smiling at Ned again. “We’re probably going to be followed, so Ned and I should take point- you two can shadow us – see if you can pick up whoever it is before we get there.”

“Wait a minute,” Sam said, considering what Felicia had said, “Why was the WSB holding them?”

Felicia leaned back, gulped down the rest of her coffee, and poured herself another cup, “She didn’t have time to say…sometimes people can get caught up in the WSB’s agenda, though. If the WSB thought they were keeping Georgie protected, it wouldn’t surprise me that they’ve been lying to us.”

Jason reached over to Sam’s bag and pulled out a map – he slid it over to Felicia. She examined it for a minute, and then slid it back to Jason, pointing out a small upstate town that was only marked by a dot on the map. Jason nodded, and began looking at the routes leading to the town. Ned leaned back in his chair and smiled at Felicia, taking her hand and kissing it. As Sam watched them, Felicia smiled back at Ned, and Sam wondered if their ending up in bed had happened before or after the call from Georgie.




Georgie and Dillon spent the day trying to lose anyone who might be trailing them, tracing a circuitous route toward the campground, both becoming more nervous as the day wore on. Georgie followed the road signs, and checked them against the map they’d picked up just after crossing the border. By the time Georgie had pointed Dillon toward the two lane rural road that led to the campground, she was sure that her heart was beating loud enough for him to hear.

She saw the campground sign just after six, and pointed, “There it is.”

Looking where she was pointing, Dillon nodded, “I see it,” he acknowledged, but then, glancing at Georgie and seeing how nervous she was, put his free hand on top of hers. “You ok?” he asked.

Georgie nodded, her throat too tight for her to say anything. They went down a short gravel road, past the camp office building, and pulled into the parking area by the boathouse – and that was where she saw her mother’s car…

Georgie was out of the car before Dillon had finished parking, and ran for the boathouse, one hand braced against the slight bulge at her stomach – she pulled the door open, and saw Felicia, sitting in the far corner. “Mommy?” she said, her voice barely audible. Felicia turned, startled by Georgie’s sudden entrance, breaking into tears as she saw her daughter. They ran into each other’s arms…

As Felicia and Georgie hugged, Dillon ran in, only a few steps behind Georgie. He paused in the doorway, watching them for a moment, and then saw Ned on the other side of the room. Dillon smiled, and walked toward his brother – Ned met him halfway, and they hugged as well. “I swear to God – the next time you run away from someone guarding you, I’m going to break your legs,” Ned said with a smile.

Dillon chuckled, “I’ll give you the sledgehammer.” Dillon glanced at Georgie – he hadn’t realized how tightly wound she’d been until now – it looked as if she would collapse to the floor without Felicia holding her up. Dillon broke from the hug with Ned and turned toward her, placing his hand on her shoulder, “Sweetheart – are you ok?”

Georgie broke into a smile, and nodded, tears still rolling down her face, “Can we go home now?” she asked, her voice half laughing and half crying.

Felicia nodded, and kissed Georgie’s forehead, “Come on,” she said, starting to move toward the door, with Georgie’s arm wrapped around her.

“I don’t think so, Ms. Jones,” a voice said from the doorway – as they looked to it’s source they saw three men, all pointing guns toward them. Felicia, Ned and Dillon froze in place, but Georgie stumbled, and fell to her knees. Felicia and Dillon both turned to her and helped her up, and she stood up, supported by both of them. “OK, “ one of the men, slightly ahead of the other two, gestured toward Georgie and Dillon, “The kids go over there,” he pointed to a corner of the boathouse near the door, “And you two, there,” he said, pointing to the edge of the platform over the water.

“Who are you working for?” Ned asked as he and Felicia moved to the indicated spot.

The man smiled, “You don’t need to know that,” he aimed the gun at Felicia, “Now, kids, I want the two of you to follow these men outside. You do as you’re told, and these two will be ok.”

Dillon looked at Georgie and knew she wouldn’t make it even as far as the door, “Look – we want to cooperate – it’s just that she’s sick…she can’t walk,” he tried to explain. Georgie collapsed as he finished, and Dillon slid down to the floor, cradling her in his arms.

The man who’d been giving them orders grew pale, “What do you mean, “sick”? What’s wrong with her?”

Dillon swallowed hard – he knew this wasn’t how Georgie had wanted Felicia to find out, “She’s pregnant – I think that and the stress,” Dillon stammered, glancing over to Felicia. He was surprised that she didn’t seem to react to the news about the pregnancy, unlike Ned, whose mouth had dropped open in surprise.

As the man in front examined Georgie more closely, Felicia suddenly lunged at him. One of the other men, on the left side of the door, saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and spun around, reflexively shooting at her. Ned saw the man as he began to aim the gun, and threw himself in front of her.

As the gunshot fired, Dillon couldn’t tell if either Ned or Felicia had been hit – all he did know was that there was a sickening splash as they both fell off the platform into the river. “No!” he screamed, knowing that he couldn’t try to help them – that his first priority had to be to protect Georgie, barely conscious as she lay in his arms.

“Right,” the first man said, regaining his composure, “That’s what happens when you don’t listen. She doesn’t need to walk,” he gestured to one of the other men, “He’ll carry her.”

“I’ll carry her,” Dillon said determinedly, and struggled to his feet, helping Georgie to an almost standing position, and then picking her up…despite the pregnancy, she seemed to weigh almost nothing – less even than before she’d been kidnapped. He remembered back to breakfast - she’d barely touched her food, and he began to realize all the other meals where she just “hadn’t been hungry”.

The first man led Dillon out of the boathouse, with the other two behind him. They began to walk down the road, and Dillon noticed that there was a van behind the camp office – he cursed himself for not thinking of checking the area when they’d arrived.

About 3 yards from the van, Dillon heard a sound like a circuit breaker being thrown, and all the lights in the camp suddenly came on, brightening the almost dark twilight to full daylight – Jason’s familiar voice called out calmly, “Stop where you are and put your guns down.” Dillon watched the first man, and guessed he was calculating the odds of getting out if he put up a fight. Before he’d reached a decision, Jason, backed by what appeared to be dozens of armed men, stepped out of the shadows and pointed a gun at the man’s temple. “You don’t want to do anything stupid. Remember what happens if the kids get hurt,” Jason said, staring the man down. The man swallowed, dropped his gun, and raised his hands – the other two with him followed his lead.

As the 3 men were being led away, Sam came running out from the shadows, placing her hand against Georgie’s forehead to try to gauge her temperature. “We’ve got to get her to a doctor, “ she announced firmly, looking at Jason. He nodded, and knew that she was thinking back to her own miscarriage the year before.

Dillon looked to Jason, “Jason – Ned and Felicia – they’re in the river…I think they might have gotten shot.”

Jason nodded and put a hand on Dillon’s shoulder, “We had the boathouse bugged – men were in the river looking for them the minute they hit the water.” Jason took a phone from his belt and pushed the talk button, “We’re going to need the ambulance for Georgie.”

Dillon hugged Georgie closer as he watched the armed men moving down river, looking for Ned and Felicia along either bank, “Are those Sonny’s men?”

Jason shook his head, and with a slight sneer answered, “Nope. Alcazar’s.”




Georgie was disoriented as she woke. She blinked at the brightly lit room for a moment until her eyes were used to the light, and then saw Dillon, slouched down and asleep in the chair next to her bed. She smiled as she looked at him, and struggled to remember just how they’d gotten here. She started to try to push herself up to a sitting position, but was too weak and fell back. “You’re going to need to rest for a while longer,” she heard Lorenzo Alcazar say from the doorway.

Startled, she turned to him, and, for a moment, thought he was Luis instead of Lorenzo. She gulped – she’d been terrified of Luis since he’d kidnapped her and Maxie. But she knew Luis was dead. “What’s going on?” she asked, “Where’s my mom?”

Lorenzo took a step into the room, “I’m afraid there was an accident – she and Mr. Ashton fell into the river. My men are looking for them now.”

Next to Georgie, Dillon began to wake up. He smiled at Georgie, glanced briefly at Lorenzo, and then leaned over to the bed to kiss her. “How are you?” he asked softly.

“Ok, I guess, but maybe you should tell me,” Georgie glanced over to Lorenzo.

Lorenzo cleared his throat and walked a few steps closer, “The doctor will be in to speak with you shortly, but it appears the problem was that your blood pressure was much too high, and your glucose level was much too low. However, it appears that the baby is fine,” he said with a slight smile.

Dillon moved onto the bed next to Georgie, and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the forehead. Georgie hugged him back, and then turned her head to Lorenzo, “If you don’t mind me asking – why are you helping us?”

Lorenzo sat in a chair across from them. “Two reasons. First, Diego asked me to help you. You’re his friends, and, as I understand it, he wouldn’t have passed several of his courses without your help.” Georgie smiled shyly, as Lorenzo continued, “The second reason is that this Faison was foolish enough to attack my family. He kidnapped Diego’s mother and forced him to get information from Brooke about your father’s investigation. I couldn’t allow that to go unaddressed.”

“He did what?” Dillon asked sharply, worried about Brooke.

“I’m afraid Diego was desperate – he wouldn’t have asked Brooke to betray you otherwise.” Lorenzo leaned forward, putting his coffee down on the table next to him, “There are a few other things you should know at this point.”

“What sort of things?” Georgie asked nervously. She tried to get up again – this time Dillon saw her struggling and helped her, stacking pillows up behind her.

Lorenzo frowned slightly, and decided to give them the good news first, “Commisioner Scorpio’s investigation discovered several safehouses, and he dispatched people to them to take a closer look. The fertility specialist that Faison had kidnapped to…” Lorenzo struggled for a moment, looking for the correct phrase, “to work on this for him – he was in a safehouse in Buffalo, which was checked by Dillon’s parents and Luke Spencer.”

Dillon and Georgie exchanged a glance, and then looked back at Lorenzo, “And?” Dillon prompted.

Lorenzo smiled slightly, “The doctor told them that Georgie had been pregnant when she’d been kidnapped, and that he’d lied to Faison.”

Both Dillon and Georgie stared at Lorenzo for several seconds, “So…” Dillon began, hoping that Lorenzo would confirm what he was hoping.

Lorenzo smiled obligingly, “So – you’re the father, Dillon.”

Dillon’s mouth fell open in a shocked expression, while Georgie’s face broke into a wide smile. The hugged each other tightly, blocking out everything around them for a second…

“And now for the bad news,” Lorenzo said quietly.

They both turned to him cautiously, “Bad news?” Dillon asked.

“I’m afraid so. Your mother disappeared the same night the safehouse in Buffalo was raided – my investigators believe that Faison has her. And,” he reached for the coffee, “Faison has had a reward out for both of you for a while now. Shortly after your mother disappeared, the reward was raised to 2 millon dollars each, and a provision was added that if either of you were harmed that Faison would seek retribution against the party that had harmed you.”

Dillon’s armed tightened protectively around Georgie, “Does he know about the baby? That he’s not the father?”

Lorenzo shrugged, “I don’t know.” He stood up and turned to the door, “For now, rest here – you’ll be safe.”

“Mr. Alcazar?” Georgie called after him, and he turned back to her, “Thank you,” she said, tears still in her eyes from the news.

Lorenzo paused, and nodded slightly. “You’re welcome,” he said quietly, quickly exiting from the room.




Felicia couldn’t remember ever having been this cold. She had one arm across Ned’s chest, and was struggling against the strong, cold currents, trying to get them both to shore. After a while, she stopped trying to swim against the current, waiting for a calmer stretch to work her way toward the bank. Finally, at a bend in the river, she was able to grab on to a branch, and pull both of them to the shallow, calmer waters. Grabbing the back of Ned’s shirt, she dragged him out of the water, and collapsed next to him, gasping as she tried to catch her breath.

When her breathing finally calmed, she realized that she was shivering. If her clothes had been dry, it wouldn’t have been as bad…crawling over to Ned, she saw that his lips were starting to turn blue…she cursed herself for being so impulsive and trying to get the drop on the gunmen…she should have just waited for Jason. But Georgie had looked so fragile that she had to do something…

Felicia stood up and brushed her hands off against her pants. It was nearly dark, but she could see what looked like a path leading away from the river. She pulled Ned’s belt off, looped it under his arms, and began to drag him down the path, hoping to find help. After a few hundred yards she saw a darkened cabin and sped up her pace. When she reached the cabin, she left Ned at the base of the porch, stumbled up the steps and pounded on the door, “Hello! We need help!”

When there was no answer, she cautiously tried the door, and it swung open. Going back to Ned, she awkwardly dragged him on to the porch, and then up onto a sofa. She hurriedly built a fire, took off Ned’s soaked clothing, and threw a blanket from the back of the couch over him. She then stripped down herself, got under the blanket, and wrapped her arms around him.

As she felt herself begin to warm, and saw the color return to Ned’s face, she knew there was something she had to do. Skye’s intuition had been correct – Georgie was pregnant, and, from the brief moment Felicia had seen her, was obviously terrified. Faison was responsible, and she would make sure that he paid. She would hunt him down, and make sure that he paid with his life for this.