Along The Broken Road

by SBmelbelleGQ

Dr. Georgie Jones lives each day of her life as if tomorrow never comes. Her biggest flaw is pushing people away when they tend to get too close to her heart. She has her reasons living with an illness may be one of them. Dillon Quartermaine however, is

1. Chapters 1 through 11

Along The Broken Road By Melody

Summary: Dr. Georgie Jones lives each day of her life as if tomorrow never comes. Her biggest flaw is pushing people away when they tend to get too close to her heart. She has her reasons - living with an illness may be one of them. Dillon Quartermaine however, is determined to break the wall between them and with his help, dare Georgie to let herself feel the greatest infatuation she fears more than death: falling in love.

Main Characters: Dillon Quartermaine, Georgie Jones

SubCharacters: Maxie Jones, Jesse Baudry, Lucky Spencer, Robin Scorpio, Patrick Drake, and then some.

Chapter 1 - Dr. Jones

What had only been nine and a half hours on her shift today, seemed a hell of alot more. The heels of her feet were beginning to ache, and her baby toe was still sore from stubbing it this morning on the leg of her kitchen chair. She wore her chesnut dark hair down as it rested on her shoulder, while a strand was tucked behind her right ear. A black hairtye encircled the young woman's slim wrist for later use. Resident Doctor Georgie Jones washed and dried her hands, then placed a damp cloth on the back of her neck hoping to help relieve the strain in her tense muscle. She closed her brown eyes and let the temperature of the cloth ease the pain. She loved her job and wouldn't trade it for anything. Knowing she makes a difference each day by helping people when they need it most made her feel good. Working long hours made her exhausted. That did not stop Georgie from trying to save lives. Not even the fact she always secretly hoped and prayed hers wasn't going to end anytime soon due to a fatal illness that ate at her soul. Doctors gave her a few months. Treatments and kemo gave her longer which allowed her continue to do her job everyday. She'd be damned if she let the cancer spread further inside her body and defeat her like it did with her mother. Georgie rung out the wet cloth and threw it into the hamper on her way out of the doctors' lounge.

"How are you feeling today sweetheart?" asked Georgie, as she greeted her youngest patient who was just recovering from a heart transplant.

"A little better." said the child with a lazy smile. She hated hospitals. Some of the doctors made her uncomfortable and she was shy around them. Getting a word out of Pheobe was like pulling teeth. This doctor was different. There was something about Dr. Jones that Pheobe and other patients loved about Georgie. Maybe it was her kindness, or passion she had for the medical field. Whatever it was about Georgie's personality that made the patients comfortable in her presence, she was a popular and favorite young doctor among many people at General Hospital. She had only been there for as little as two weeks.

"Good. I just want to check that new heartbeat of yours okay?" Georgie implied. The little girl nodded her head in approval. Dr. Jones put the stethascope to Pheobe's chest while she carefully listened to the rythmic beating of her patient's new heart.

"Sounds great to me." said Georgie as she put the instrument back around behind her neck.

"Will I be able to go home today?" the seven year old asked.

"Tell you what Pheobs," Georgie sat down on a stool beside the child. "if your heart is still this healthy for the next couple of days, and you take your medicine, I'll see if I can get you out of here real soon. Okay?" she finished.

"Okay." Pheobe agreed.

Dr. Jones left Pheobe's room and wandered off down the hall to the next room, in 208 where an elderly woman rested on a hospital bed and breathing off a venilator for more oxygen. Georgie always treated all of her patients with the same care and consideration they needed, including Mrs. Horton.

"Just one this time huh?" asked Alice, refurring to the pill Georgie had handed her. She took it.

"Yep. I know you love them." Dr. Jones joked. The elderly lady chuckled lightly in her wrinkled throat before swallowing her medication. Georgie held Alice's arm with her free hand, while the end of the stethascope generated Alice's pulse to Georgie's ears as the patient's blood pressure was being checked. Alice watched the doctor, and her eyes fell to Georgie's left hand. Alice hadn't noticed before after all of the many times Georgie aided to the patient. Until now. Dr. Jones had no indication of marriage on her finger or even an engagment ring. The elderly woman thought to herself how a young beautiful woman in her mid twenties was still a bachelorette.

"Okay Mrs.H, you can have your arm back now." Georgie smiled, when she finished. " Unfortunatly, your blood pressure is still not at the right level I want it to be." she added.

"I thought so." said Alice.

"We'll take care of it for you." Dr. Jones promised. "In the meantime, do you need me to help you to the bathroom before Sunset Beach starts?" she asked. It was Alice's favorite show to watch and the only program that came in clear on her TV.

"No dear thats alright. I'm fine." the elderly lady answered, while resting her head back onto the white pillow.

"Okay." said Georgie, putting the blood pressure cuff back in the drawer to the right of the hospital bed.

"Dr. Jones," Alice began.

"Mhm?" Georgie answered in her throat, and looked over at her elderly patient.

"It may be non of my business, but I noticed you dont seem to have a wedding ring on a very important finger. Why is that?" Alice finished kindly.

"I guess I never had the chance to be so lucky in that department." Georgie said, closing the drawer.

"You just haven't been looking in the right places. My grandson just finished med school, and he would be perfect for you.Very good -looking and such a gentlman." Alice grinned. Georgie lowered her head and slightly smiled, then brought it back up to meet Alice.

"Thanks Mrs. Horton, I appreciate the match-making. But I'm gonna have to decline." said Georgie. Alice sighed, defeated.

"Alright." the old woman smiled. "It was worth a try." she finished.

The clock on her left wrist read 9:15 pm as Dr. Jones stood in the elevator, waiting to get to the fifth floor. Finaly, the doors opened and Georgie walked down the hall to visit her other patients.

"Hi Mr.Roberts, I'm Dr.Jones." Georgie greeted an elderly man. "Anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable this evening?" she asked him, holding his file under her arm.

"Marry me?" asked the elderly male so willingly.

"Wow." Georgie smiled with a flattered laugh.

"I will take good care of you." he promised with a charming smile.

"Well, then how could I refuse? Let me just call my sister and ask her if I can borrow her dress. You sit tight." said Georgie. She looked over his chart as Nurse Eve stood beside her.

"Keep an eye on my fiancee, and decrease his morphine drip." Georgie told her colleuge.

"No problem." Eve chuckled. After visiting four other patients, Georgie pushed the elevator button and waited patiently. The doors opened and Dr. Jones entered.

"You look like someone just stole your puppy." said Liz, to Dr. Monica Quartermine at the nurses' station. She looked up from writing something down in a patient's file.

"Alan told me this morning that Tracy is planning on coming back from Europe in a few weeks." Monica stated.

"Oh no." said Robin, in the voice of doom.

"Yeah." Monica answered. "I just hate when she does this to Dillon. Always leaving for months at a time, without telling him when she's coming back." Monica continued, as she signed her signature at the bottom of a form.

"Oh c'mon. The poor boy is used to it by now." said Epiphany, typing on the hospital computer and listening to her friend.

"He is. He knows, and he couldn't care less what that woman does." Dr. Quartermaine said, closing the folder and returning it to a place for safe keeping. "I just wish he wouldn't get so caught up in his work all of the time, and go out and -"

"Dr. Quartermaine," interrupted Dr. Patrick Drake coming from the nearest corridor. "We need your assistance in ER trauma room 2." he finished, holding the side of a gurny as a patient was being brought into the hospital with sever head injury.

"Alright. Elizabeth, uh - check on Whitney for me please. She should be awake by now." Monica informed, as she started to follow Patrick and a few other doctors to the emergency room.

"Sure." said Liz. She exited behind the couner and headed to room 110.

Georgie had one hand in her white coat pocket, with the other holding a few folders as she walked to the nurses' station. Elizabeth passed the young doctor and they both exchanged friendly looks.

"Hey G. How's your second week at GH treating you?" asked Robin.

"Pretty good." said Georgie, then put the folders down on the hard surface. Robin picked the first one up from the pile.

"Pheobe's new heart seems to be working well, no symptoms of a rejection.. Mrs. Horton's blood pressure is still too high so she needs to be here over night again." she summerized.

"Okay," said Robin, looking over the files.

"Mr. Roberts is doing fine and is most likely able to be released soon..I gave Katie Witter another dose of the 'wonderful drugs that numb the awful pain' as she likes to call them, since it's been way past her last shot." confirmed resident doctor Jones.

"Good." said Robin. She looked up from the papers and brought her attention to Georgie.

"You know, I'm really glad you decided to do your residency here. I think you'll be a great doctor one of these days." she said.

"You're just saying that because your my cousin." Georgie implied.

"No I'm not. It's true! I remember you always refusing to let Uncle Mac fix your cuts and scraps because you wanted to take care of them yourself." said Robin, holding a binder to her chest and folding her arms against it.

"Well thanks. Glad to have you as an advisor." said Georgie.

"Is Georgie -", Empiphany began to ask. "oh." she said, when she saw Dr. Jones standing to her left. "Your sister." she handed the phone to Georgie.

"Thanks. Hello." the young woman answered into the reciever.

"Hey. You on break?" asked Maxie on the other end, picking up toys from the living room floor.

"Max, I work in a hospital. The only actual breaks I get are if I need to use the bathroom." answered Georgie, her elbow resting on the couner.

"Don't be a smartass." Maxie teased. "Listen, what are you doing Friday?" she continued.

"Probably go out for a couple of drinks with Robin and Elizabeth, since my sister ditched me to hang out with her husband." Georgie answered, retrieving a pen from her pocket to sign a form Robin had layed out in front of her.

"Cancel." advised Maxie, tossing a pillow back onto the couch.

"Why? Max you're not setting me up with a complete stranger." Georgie told her sister, signing her professional name on the dotted line.

"He works with Jesse. Kinda not the social type, but he is if he'd let himself to be and from what I heard he's a great guy." implied Maxie, looking for the TV remote.

"What does that mean, he's a nerd with a good sense of humor? Not again Maxie." said Georgie, putting her pen back inside her pocket. The last guy Maxie set her sister up with, well, wasn't exactly a memorable evening. Neither was it as good as Georgie hoped.

"Look, it wasn't easy to get this guy to agree to meet you, it's not like he does this kind of thing either." said Maxie, feeling under the coushins.

"So what'd you and Jesse say to him to change his mind?" asked Georgie, knowing Maxie's impressive talent to be able to perssuade people into doing anything she had up her sleeve.

"That's not important. Hey I'm doin' you this huge favor here. Beggers cant be choosers Georgie." Maxie said so strongly, and rejoiced inside when she found the remote control.

"Maxie I'm totally capable of meeting men on my own." Georgie defended.

"I know honey. I'd just like you to meet one whose not bleeding or in a coma." Maxie sarcasticaly said, although really meaning her words.

"I'll have you know that I've already had two marriage proposals today." said Georgie.

"Get back in those beds right now before I knock you silly!" Maxie told her two four year old daughters, who snuck passed their mother. They giggled and darted the other way. "I gotta go." she then told her younger sister.

"Alright, bye." said Georgie.

"You better go on this date Friday or you'll end up a cat lady." said Maxie. Georgie rolled her eyes.

"I'll be there." Georgie promised, behind a smile. They both hung up. Then it occured to the bright doctor. She didn't even ask her sister the name of this lucky bachelor. Maxie was too busy convincing Georgie to go on this date with him to even tell her his name.

CHAPTER 2 - Cops and Robbers

The white of his knuckles shown vividly as Dillon squeezed the top of the chair tighter in both of his hands. His patience and tolerance with this female criminal were wearing thin. He knew she was guilty of the crime she commited, but the blonde refused to cooperate with him in answering his questions. She tried to use her sex appeal on officer Quartermaine to get him to let her be released from interigation. That trick only works for other brauds in sleezy cop movies.

"Okay Faith," Dillon began, while standing across from her and leaning his tough hands on the hard chair top. "I'm going to ask you one last time and one time only, so you better open up that saltry mouth of yours and tell me the truth." he finished sternly, in a low tone of his deep voice. She just eyed him back and sat there in silence with her slim legs crossed under the silver table.

"What'd you do with Lorenzo Alcazar's body?" Dillon asked Faith.

"I'm not telling you anything, detective," Faith said so strongly. "without my lawyer present." she finished.

"You dont have much of a choice Miss Rosco! We both know you killed him, no use trying to deny it any longer." Dillon said angrily, leaning down and looking at the suspect in her evil blue eyes. "Hell we can be here all night until you confess if we have to. Doesn't matter to me one bit." he finished, standing straight up and walking over to the right of the room. Dillon crossed his muscular arms against his chest and he sat at the edge of the table. Faith looked up at him. There was a slight pause.

"You always this hostile to all of the criminals detective Quartermaine? Or is the girlfriend not giving you any - satisfaction at home?" she seductivly finished. Dillon gave Faith a dark stare.

"Just answer the damn question." He ordered.

"Fine. You're right. I did kill him." Faith proudly confessed, her eyes at Dillon. "The bastard deserved it."

"Where's his body Faith?" Dillon questioned again, becoming impatient.

"In the lake. Pier 51 by the north docks." she told him. Dillon turned the volume up on the casette recorder.

"What was your motive?" the young officer asked, then looked back at Faith Rosco.

"Oh c'mon detective. You caught the bad guy and gathered all the evidence." she faked a smile. "Im sure you can take a wild guess as to why I murdered Alcazar. Any ideas?" Faith asked.

"Not a clue. How about you tell me why you did it." said Dillon, bagering the criminal. She turned her head and met her eyes with the plexi glass which showed a reflection of her and Dillon in the interigation room, other officers on the opposite side of the dark tanted glass watching them.

"Lorenzo wasn't just a mob god who fought with Sonny Corinthos as a hobby." Faith began. "He was infatuated with me." she looked down at her hands. "And I felt something back for him. Soon we became lovers and the violence around us, our careers took a different turn. It was intense. Then that red-headed," Faith played with a ring on her finger. "bitch found her way into our relationship. Skye Quartermaine." She looked up at Dillon. "I caught them in bed together."

"So you killed - your cheating lover and put his mistress in the hospital." Dillon theorized, his arms still folded.

"You're Goddamn right I did." Faith said. Dillon turned off the recorder after taping Faith's confession. "Not going to ask me what I did with the weapon detective Quartermaine?" Faith asked, pretending to be sad.

"Nope. I already know." Dillon answered, standing back up and off the edge of the table. "Let's go." he finished, grabbing her skinny arm to help the criminal up out of the chair. Faith showed him her cuffed wrists and the chain that held her captive. Dillon unlocked the metal from the table and Faith stood up with her thin wrists trapped together, as Officer Quartermaine led her out of the room with a strong grip on her arm. She was then photographed and her fingerprints were all being processed to keep on criminal record.

Twenty two after ten and Dillon still had no luck of finding information about this Manny Ruez, or where the murderer could be hiding out. The only facts Mac Scorpio gave him were Manny was last seen in Manhattan and wearing a dirty blue tshirt. Thankfully his active mind was able to take a break when partner and best friend Officer Lucky Spencer interrupted Dillon's thoughts.

"Any leads?" he asked Dillon.

"No." the young spikey-haired cop answered back in frustration. "This prick could be anywhere by now. All I got out of an eyewitness is - barely anything." he finished angrily tossing the pen back down onto the paper at his desk.

"Damn. Well, get your ass out of that chair. I'm going down to Fifty Seventh to check out a robbery and I dont wanna be the only one getting shot at so you're coming with me." said Lucky, standing with his broad arms at his sides. Dillon let out a small chortle, as if he were to spit.

"Alright I need the adrehnalin rush." he said. Dillon grabbed his cop gun and slid it in the pocket of his belt, then followed Lucky to the parking lot.

"Would you just pick a radio station already?" Officer Spencer told Dillon, who continously changed the channels searching for a song of his preference while Lucky drove.

"I would if they'd play better music." Dillon answered him, turning the dial. "Should of taken my car. Alot less static in my radio -" he continued.

"I hope you don't annoy whoever you're going out with on Friday the way you're annoying me right now." said Lucky, talking over Dillon. He looked over at his friend.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Dillon joked.

"Nothing man, I just hate when you always change the radio station every tweleve seconds." said Lucky, making a left hand turn at the green light. Dillon turned off the radio. Officer Spencer glanced over at his best friend for a moment with an angry eye and turned it back on, then brought his eyes back onto the road.

"So whose this unlucky girl Jesse set you up with?" Lucky asked, turning the wheel slightly to the right.

"Uhh," Dillon thought outloud. "Georgie. Georgie Jones." he answered with an unknown accent. Lucky pulled up to the curb, then looked at Dillon.

"Are you insane?" he asked him. Dillon just sat there quietly and finaly spoke seconds later.

"No. Why.. would I be crazy to date Georgie?" Dillon answered with a question.

"She's the commisioner's daughter." said Lucky, turning off the car engine.

"So." Dillon told him.

"Just warning you Spike, no one is ever good enough for either of Mac's daughters. I know from experience." said Lucky, taking his car keys and putting them in his pocket. "More power to you if you manage to convince Comissioner you're a better man for her than you are cop." he finished, getting out of the car. Dillon was left in the passenger's seat.

"Least I have better hair than you do." Dillon said to himself, referring to Lucky and reached for the door handle.

CHAPTER 3 - Heartbreaker

Dr. Jones handed Pheobe a cup of water to wash down the small pill in the child's throat. Her shift had been over a half hour ago, but that didn't mean anything to this new doctor.

"How come this movie is in black and white?" asked Pheobe, looking at Maryln Monroe and her leading man on the televison screen. Georgie took the plastic cup from the child when she was finished and glanced at the feature film using her brown eyes.

"Because that's how they made them in the 1930's." she answered Pheobe, then turned her head back down at her patient. "Didn't have to have color back then." she finished, and put the cup on Pheobe's bedside.

"Oh." the child comprehended.

"Don't stay up too late watching the classics," Georgie advised, while fixing Pheobe's covers to hide her small feet. "remember our deal." Dr. Jones added.

"I wont." Pheobe swore.

"K." said Georgie, behind a gentle smile. "G'night Pheebs. See you tomorrow morning." she finished, walking away from the bed.

"G'night Dr. Jones." Pheobe answered back the same way.

Georgie soon found the locker rooms and joined the other doctors and nurses there. Seperate from the men of course.

"Liz, do you have any magic concelear left? I look like I've aged twenty years in the past eight hours." Emily asked her collegue and childhood friend, as she fixed her light hair in the mirror. Elizabeth put the cap on her deodrant and tossed it back into her locker.

"Yep. Save some for me when you're done." Elizabeth said to Emily and handed her friend a stick of Max Factor makeup.

"Thanks." she took it. "These ugly dark circles are starting to scare the patients." Emily joked. Robin returned from the shower and visited her locker next to Emily.

"Whatta ya have a hot date tonight? Caking all that makeup on." she asked, taking her hair out of the towel.

"Not technically." replied Emily, blending the concealer under her eyes with the tip of her danty finger, as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Just going out to a very - very late dinner with my husband, and I don't want him to think I'm letting myself go after giving birth to two kids." she finished, touching up the other side of her face. Georgie stood behind the threeio at her locker, taking off her white coat while listening to their conversations.

"I'll trade places with you." said Elizabeth, putting her blouse on over her white bra and buttoning the fabric closed. "As soon as I get home I have to sew a costume for Abby's dance recital, check to make sure Cameron and Jake did their homework right, and cleanup the mess of food on the coffee table I know lucky left for me after he got out of work." she finished in one breath, sliding the last white button into its slip.

"I honestly don't know how any of you do it. Patrick is still pushing me on having a baby," Robin began as she brushed her damp hair. "but I barely have enough time to shave my legs." she continued.

"Stop shaving and he'll leave you alone." said Epiphony, folding her scrubs near Dr. Drake.

"Georgie you're so lucky," Emily began, and Dr. Jones turned her head when she heared her name being called. "that all you have to worry about is work." Emily finished, taking her hair out of the back of her tan shirt. Georgie returned her head to look down and zip her blue faded jeans.

"Yeah." she faked a smile, behind a small laugh to agree. Except she wasn't happy and far from lucky. At least, that is what her inner thoughts had said back to Emily. Worry? She did. Georgie had the evil feeling of worry creep inside her body every so often when she wasn't destracted by caring for patients. Lucky? She wished. Fortunate would be having thicker hair and two healthy breasts just like every other woman in the room. She would give anything to only worry about having to go home and sew her daughter's costume for a dance recital. Figure out what to make for dinner if her shift ended around five and cleaning up messy plates from the meal while her husband wraps the leftovers. Her friends had no idea what its like to worry. Especially not in the way she has over the past eight months. Georgie was just too strong to show it. After she was fully changed, she grabbed her handbag and locked her blue locker.

"G'night." Georgie replied back to Robin and the others when they all wished her a good night, then exited the lockerroom.

A wallet, chapstick, address book, a hairtie, Midol, her cellphone, a pen, mascara, and everything else except her car keys she seemed to find in her purse.

"C'mon.." Georgie said in frustration, while searching for them. Her feet were throbbing, she was physically exhausted, and more importantly she needed to take her medicine in a half hour. All she wanted to do was go home. "Gotchya." she said in truimph when she finaly found the keys to her black mercedes.

Dillon turned off the lamp on his desk and put on his dark leather jacket over his blue uniform.

"Maxie, don't worry about the leak alright? Just go back to bed." said Detective Jesse Baudry to his wife on the phone. "I'll take care of it when I get home. Milk? Jezz how much can those rugrats drink of it? Yeah. Alright I know. I love you too. G'night." he hung up. Jesse wrote down 'Milk, eggs, bread, and pudding on a post-it pad to remind him of his small arrend later, otherwise he'll forget which will cause him and Maxie to argue for a few minutes before going to sleep.

"Hey Quartermaine!" Jesse called out to a young officer walking to the exit. Dillon turned around.

"Yo." he responded bluntly. Detective Baudry put his pen back down.

"Good work tonight out there on Fifty Seventh. Lucky said you chased down Murphy and he almost shot an eyewitness if you hadn't stopped him." praised Jesse.

"Thanks. I was just doing my job though." said Dillon, his hands inside his leather jacket.

"Well keep it up. Mac takes a small liking to cops who deserve their badge." Jesse said to Dillon. "Just don't suck up to him or you'll end up in the station all day instead of the action outside." he finished, his tough arms crossed on his desktop.

"I'll keep that in mind. Night Baudry." Dillon said to his boss, then walked back over to the door.

"Night man." Jesse replied back.

Wether it was because she had to get home in time to take her medication and give the dog some more water, or the song playing on the radio with a fast beat Georgie was definatly driving way over the speed limit. Luckily there were no deer crossing the dark road in this part of town or she would have to press harder on her brakes. She wasn't a bad driver, just touchy on the gas pedal. The car that had pulled out behind her less than two minutes ago was now noticing just how fast Georgie was riding along the road. She turned the dial and the eighties song became louder than she had it before.

'Your love has set my soul on fire, burnin out of control

You taught me the ways of desire, now its taken its toll

You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy

The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be'

"You're a - heartbreaker," Georgie loudly and not so badly sang with Pat Benetar, as she turned the car wheel slightly to the left. "dream maker, love taker don't you mess around with me!" she bobbed her head to the beat.

"You're a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker don't you mess around... no no no!" she strongly sang the next verse. The car behind her had flashed his red and blue exterior lights, and soon turned on the siren. Georgie looked in her rearview mirror and turned down the radio.

"Shhhit." she cursed, and eventually pulled over to the side of the road. Great. Georgie thought to herself. This is all she needed - a ticket when her first paycheck is supposed to go towards rent money she owes for this month. The young officer exited his police car and walked up to Georgie's vehicle. She rolled down her window.

"Good evening mame. Lisence and registration please," said Officer Quartermaine, leaning down to look at the violator. Georgie reached over and opened her glove compartment, then took out her driver's lisence from her wallet and handed them both to Dillon.

"Do you know why I stopped you - Georgie?" He asked her, while studying the young woman's New York state driver's lisence. He now knew why this name rang a bell inside his spikey haired head. He made a mental note to hisself to make sure Georgie would not be the one to drive them anywhere on Friday.

"Actually no. I hope I wasn't going to fast though." Georgie answered him, looking up at Dillon from the drivers seat.

"You were going about 60 Miss Jones. Its only 45 on these roads up here." Dillon sternly informed her and handed Georgie back the registration paper.

"Oh wow, Im so sorry officer I didn't realise how fast I was driving." she took it from him, then put the paper back inside the compartment.

"It's alright. I'm gonna have to write you a ticket though," said Dillon while still holding onto her lisence card. Georgie angrily sighed to herself and layed her head back on the headrest for a moment. "stay put." he finished, and left her car to walk back to his. Dillon later returned with a small clipboard and began writing down information on the pale pink paper. He cleared his throat.

"Are you in any relation to Jesse Baudry, Miss Jones?" Dillon asked, while writing Georgie's eight digit driver number down on the next line.

"Yeah," she answered. Her eyebrow slightly arched and wondered why this tall stranger would ask that question. Maybe this guy works with Jesse. she thought. "he's married to my sister." she finished. "Why?" Georgie added.

"Just wondering." said Dillon, writing the time of night down on the last line. "I'm supposed to meet his sister-in-law actually. Brown eyes, dark hair, 'bout 5'3." he described her to the woman he was writing a speeding ticket to. Georgie tucked a piece of her chesnut brown hair behind her ear and rested her elbow on the opened window. She was a smart cookie and immediatly figured this guy out. She read his silver nametag. 'Quartermaine' on the left of his chest, then brought her eyes back up at his face.

"And she's a resident doctor at General Hospital?" asked Georgie with a straight face, pretending she had no idea who Dillon was talking about.

"And she's a new doctor -with a led foot- at General Hospital." Dillon repeated, using different words to describe Georgie, as he jotted down on the slip why he pulled her over.

"I don't have a led foot, officer Quartermaine." Georgie defended. Dillon looked at her for a second, then returned his eyes back down to what he was doing. "I just didn't recognize my speed." she finished.

"Well, try glancing at your speedometer once in awhile Dr. Ledfoot," said Dillon as he tore out the speeding ticket and handed it to Georgie. "Its people like you who cause accidents." he continued. "See you this weekend Jones." Dillon finished, then walked back to his vehicle. Georgie rolled up her window.

"Can't wait." she said with false enthusiasm. "Jerk." she added, as she restarted her car engine.

Chapter 4 - Big Shot

It was an old abandoned warehouse just seven miles away from General Hospital. Most of the people that hid inside were drug dealers and murderers making illegal sales and keeping low from the police. Their hideout was no longer secretative when the PCPD found the fugatives and surrounded the building with guns ready to shoot if necessary. Officers Lucky Spencer and Dillon Quartermaine hid behind wooden boxes with an old brand name trademark, stamped onto the front wood while holding their guns ready to fire at Jesse Baudry's command.

"Okay," Lucky whispered to his partner while looking at the door frame. "I'm going to move over to that storage box in ten seconds. When Jesse gives us the signal," he then looked at Dillon. "I'll go first. You just watch my back and then start shooting after me." Lucky finished.

"What? No way man, I'm going first." Dillon argued, squatched down in camoflauge.

"Listen Spike, you're still an amature cop okay just follow my lead." Lucky's voice was a loud whisper.

"Oh and let you get all the glory? Not a chance." said Dillon, then left his best friend's side and wondered over to another spot closer to the front door. Before Lucky could scold his younger friend, Jesse ordered them and the rest of the officers to take charge going inside the building. Dillon entered first with his gun pointed in front of him while Lucky followed after detective Quartermaine. The door was kicked open, causing the criminals inside to jerk their heads and some grabbed weapons for protection.

"PCPD put your hands behind your head, now!" Dillon shouted. "Let's go move it!" he finished.

"Hands behind your head!" Lucky shouted to the other two tattooed criminals in front of him, while holding his gun straight out at them. There was more shouting from other officers including Jesse. Detective Baudry cuffed a criminal while Mac and Scott Baldwin took care of the others. One fugative however, was alot more of a badass than his recent buddies and began shooting at any officer who tried to get in his way. Dillon noticed Manny Ruez who pointed the gun at Mac then Officer Spencer and shot at the murderer. Only he missed and Manny immediatly ran the other way.

"Dillon!" Lucky chased after his friend while still holding his weapon in the other hand. He heared a loud gun shot echoing from the room Dillon and Manny had ran into, hoping his partner had succeeded in capturing the tattoed criminal.

"Where'd he go?!" Officer Spencer asked an injured Dillon on the ground who was severly bleeding from his leg. "You alright bro?" Lucky added, now bent down and his hand on Dillon's broad shoulder.

"He went that way." Dillon breathed in pain, pointing in the direction to the left. "And he - shot my leg so I wouldn't be able to catch him."

"Always trying to be the hero Mr. Big Shot." said Lucky, slidding his gun in the slot of his belt. Lucky yelled for back up to try and catch Manny but knew he'd probably be gone by now, then helped Dillon up off the ground.

"Ah." Dillon grunted in pain, as he dragged his injured leg while Lucky held him up for support with Dillon's arm wrapped around behind Officer Spencer's neck. "Hey if it wasn't for me -" Dillon paused under a breath of sharpness. "you'd have a bullet in your head Spencer." he finished.

"Yeah I know. C'mon buddy." said Lucky, helping Dillon walk down the hall.

Mac shut the back of the police car with two criminals handcuffed inside, and made his way over to his injured officer on a stretcher.

"How you holding up Quartermaine?" he asked Dillon.

"Eh. As long as its not the most important leg huh?" he joked, referring to his manhood. Mac was silent and looked at the young officer with a straight face. This guy seriously has no sense of humor said Dillon's mind. "I'm good Commissioner, thanks." he covered quickly.

"I'll meet you back at the station." Mac said to both Lucky and Jesse, then walked away.

"Did that man ever laugh once in his entire life?" asked Dillon, while being manuvered into the back of the ambulance.

"Just not at your jokes bro." said Lucky, standing on the pavement making a slight hoax himself.

Chapter 5 - The O.R.

Her shift was nearly over. Just three and a half hours left she told herself, after Georgie checked the big and little hand on her small watch around her thin wrist. Not that she actually wanted to leave work. If she had to stay there all night and day she would. Her date with Dillon was tonight around eight o'clock and she was honestly looking forward to it. Underneath his masculine chest she noticed the other night on Cherry Road and his stubborness, there could be a romantic great guy along with him. 'Just give him a chance little sister' Georgie remembered her and Maxie's conversation on the phone this morning. She even thought about how to make Dillon pay for giving her a speeding ticket, while she bandaged a male patient's bare foot. Order something exspensive at dinner. Even if you don't eat all of it. Her mind told her. The patient checked out Georgie's lower thigh and simply went to touch her bum without hesitation. She saw his arm move in the corner of her eye and smacked the man's hand away.

"I can easily break this for you too Mr. Nolan if you don't quit trying to touch my ass." Georgie warned, while wrapping the patient's foot in soft white gauze.

The elevator doors to the first floor opened and Officer Quartermaine was being rushed in on a gurny. Doctors and a few nurses who were on the same floor turned some of their heads when a paramedic loudly said, "Gunshot wound to the left leg, BP over 80. Lost almost a quarter of blood." Robin volunteered to tender to the victim. Georgie stopped writing in a patient's file and walked over to Officer Quartermaine when she recognized him.

"Bad day at work?" she asked him, and then examined how deep the wound was. Robin already had. Georgie just wants to be a good doctor like her mother once was.

"Obviously." Dillon said sarcasticly.

"Okay this is deep. Georgie, scrub up and let's get him to the OR." said Robin, holding onto the side of the bed on wheels.

"K." she said, and grabbed onto the other side. "Won't this be fun? My very first operation - and you get to be the one I slice open." Georgie teased Dillon as she pushed his gurny with Robin down the hall to the operating room. Dillon looked up at Dr. Jones with big eyes.

"Please tell me you're joking." he said. Robin smirked while looking at her cousin. They had just meet, never been on an official date yet, and already flirting vigorously.

"Relax officer Quartermaine," said Robin behind a small smile. "She's just going to be assisting me."

Dillon was in a deep sleep, unable to feel a thing while Dr. Robin Drake and Dr. Tony Jones operated on his leg to remove the bullet trapped between a major artery, vein, and muscle under Dillon's knee. Dr. Georgie Jones monitored the patient's heartbeat on the screen and handed the other doctors tools when they needed them during the procedure. She especially paid close attention as the operation continued. Every now and then Tony and Robin each explained to Georgie what they were doing while they were operating on Dillon. She stored the important information and the right of ways in her head for future reference.

"Georgie would you like to close him back up?" Tony asked his niece, while his face was shielded with a doctor's mask, holding an impliment. She was hesitant at first and did not want to do anything wrong. No matter how much she had small anger towards the patient laying on the table for giving her a ticket when he was off duty, she still didn't want to jepordize his health. How hard can it be to stitch him back up? Not hard at all. Georgie knew how. She learned during her first years at medical school and was at the top of her graduating class. Stitching a patient back up was the easiest in her field.

"Sure." Georgie answered her uncle underneath the white mask covering her nose and lips. Dr. Tony Jones handed Georgie the tool and medical thread. She sewed the wound up perfectly.

Chapter 6 - Vintage Date

His chocolate brown eyes gradually opened and searched his surroundings to focus where he was. Definatly at General Hospital. The bed in his apartment was much more comfortable than this. The ceiling tiles above him were far more white than his. Dillon slowly turned his spikey head to the right and his deep brown eyes focused on the attractive female by his bedside, giving him pain medication through an I.V. tube attached to his hand.

"How do you feel?" Georgie asked him, pushing the eather further inside the small tube.

"Like I've been shot." Dillon graugly answered her.

"You're fine now. The bullet missed a major artery by a hair. Nothing serious." Dr. Jones told him, watching the liquid run down the small tube.

"That's because it was only my leg." Officer Quartermaine sarcasticly whispered to her. Georgie looked at him for a second then let go of the intervenous tube when she was finished giving him a dose of morpheen.

"Looks like we won't be making that date tonight after all." she said, walking over to the needle despencer to dispose the used impliment. A little disappoinment in her voice but never admiting to him of it.

"So. No big deal." Dillon said to her, his eyes on her petite back under her white physican coat. "We can still get to know each other better here." he finished. She turned around and made her way over to her patient's bed.

"Really?" Georgie asked with a straight face and both of her hands inside her pockets.

"Yeah why not? We don't need to go to some fancy resturant and a packed movie theatre. There's food downstairs and a big T.V. in here which I'm sure, has decent movie channels." Dillon suggested.

"You're very strange, Officer Quartermaine." Georgie teased, causing herself and Dillon to grow a small smile.

"C'mon Dr. LedFoot, say you'll eat the most awful food with me and watch - whatever the hell we can on that T.V." Dillon pleaded, pointing to the television across from them on the wall using his chin with the motion from his head. Georgie smirked at him in silence. She did kind of like the idea of a vintage date. Reminded her of a scene in an old movie she watched with her patient Pheobe, where the characters in the film used a craker jack ring as a substitute for a real diamond engagement ring. Only this idea seemed alot more romantic to her.

"Once Im outta this place and walking on my feet again we'll go out for real like we planned." Dillon persuaded Georgie. Her mind was already made up when he told her the first time.

"Alright alright." Dr. Jones agreed. "I have a few more patients to check on then I'll come back for our very weird, vintage date." she finished with a small smile.

"Good." said Dillon, behind the same expression.

"But this doesn't change the fact that I still think you were a major jerk for writing me that speeding ticket the other night." Georgie pointed at him while she was walking towards the door.

"Get over it Led Foot. You deserved it." said Dillon.

She took Mrs. Horton's blood pressure, the elderly lady was thrilled to hear about her young friend's encounter with the spikey haired police officer, she gave little Pheobe a dose of required medicine and promised her they'll have movie night some other time, then checked another patient's current condition from a serious organ transplant. Finaly, just as she promised him she returned to Dillon's room with a tray of hospital food from the cafeteria.

"You know, I never thought our spagetti here was actually this tasteful." said Georgie as she forked the noodles covered in Raguo sauce, while she sat across from Dillon on the bed leaving him just enough room for his legs to lay straight. A table on wheels used for patients to eat off of seperated the them.

"Really? Mine needs some parmasen cheese," Dillon complained. "When I lived with my family at the Quartermaine mansion I used to love when Cook made spagetti. She made her own sauce too not the store brand." he continued, then put some food in his mouth.

"My sister Maxie is the real cheif in our family," said Georgie, swallowing the spagetti on her tongue. "I'm lucky I can make toast without burning it." she continued. The side of Dillon's lip stretched and he picked up more spagetti using his plastic fork.

"You can't be that bad." He said.

"Well, fine not really. But I'm starting to get the hang of cooking without the food tasting like feet." Georgie admitted.

"Good." Dillon said behind a small chuckle. It was quiet. For about three minutes. Both of them tried to think of what to talk about next. They felt as if they were teenagers on an awkward first date both woundering if they should kiss or not by the doorstep. He finaly spoke up first.

"So um," Dillon managed to let out after swallowing the spagetti in his mouth. "Mac. He's your father right? I noticed you uh, have a different last name than his." he finished, then looked at Georgie. She was quiet again and wipped her mouth with a napkin.

"Mac is my step-father." Georgie answered him. She put her napkin back down on the side of her tan plate.

"Oh." said Dillon.

"Yeah. My real dad never calls me or Maxie anymore. We haven't seen him - I haven't actually met him until I was sixteen." Georgie explained.

"Wow. I'm sorry." said Dillon with regret in his voice as to the subject he brought up.

"It's fine. I don't really care about it. He abandoned me after I was born and left my mother. Not much of a father to Maxie and I except for Mac." Georgie told him.

"Yeah I know what you mean." Dillon said, reaching for a slice of bread."My father's been a big void in my life too. I stopped talking to him just last year."

"Any particular reason?" Georgie asked shyly, buttering her bread.

"He's too busy with his two other kids and his wife is a real - pain in the ass." Dillon answered her.

"Sorry. What about your Mom? Are you close to her?" Dr. Jones questioned him. There was silence again. Dillon sighed.

"To tell you the truth," Dillon began and paused to swallow his chopped food. "As much as I still love both my parents despite their strange way of letting me know they care - I've been okay with them being absent sort of speak, from my life. My mom at least knows I exist but I only see her maybe every.. six months. Her choice. Ever since I was fifteen," Dillon paused again to take a drink.

"Mhm." Georgie said in her throat, letting Dillon know she was still all ears and took one last spoonful of spagetti.

"I've been out on my own basically. I mean I know I lived with my grandparents and aunt for eleven years but it still feels like I've been alone." Dillon explained.

"I'm sorry you had to grow up like that." said Georgie, now looking at him. Dillon shook his head slightly in the negative.

"It's alright. It doesn't really bother me anymore." he said, putting his fork down and then wipped his mouth with a napkin. Georgie starred at him. She could tell by how quiet Dillon was for the past few seconds that it definatly did bother him, but was too mocho to admit it. Maybe he was just trying to impress her by holding back his true feelings. Hopefully in time Dillon will open up to her she woundered.

They finished their free meal and after almost giving up trying to find something on the television, Georgie and Dillon decided to just watch the black and white film that was playing. Oddly enough, Casablanca was both their favorite classic. Dillon layed on his hospital bed, making sure to give Georgie enough room on the other side and convinced her to shut up because she was in fact able to fit in the spot he told her to sit. A half hour into the movie, Officer Quartermaine turned his head away from the screen and his dark eyes discretly looked at Georgie. He couldn't figure out what it was about this woman, but somehow she managed to lure Dillon into being completely mesmorized by her natural beauty. He knew it wasn't the morpheen making him feel like this. That had wore off hours ago. It was all just Georgie herself. Amazingly everything about her was beautiful to him. How her chesnut brown hair layed on her shoulders. The sweet smell of her perfume was comforting. The way she smiled at him earlier when he suggested this vintage date. How soft her skin appeared to be, and the deep brown of her eyes sent an intense sensation of admoration throughout Dillon's body. If he could he'd kiss Georgie right there. Without her even expecting it to happen. He second guessed that plan being it they've only known each other for a few days. He wanted to kiss her. He was determined to and swore to himself that he will eventually succeed in doing so. Just not tonight. Georgie then felt as if she was being watched and turned her head over at Dillon.

"What?" she asked behind a short smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she added.

"Nothing. I just," Dillon looked at her and paused. He glanced at the movie for a split second then back at Dr. Jones. "I just noticed you have a dimple on your right cheek when you smile." he finished.

"Oh." Georgie said in a low tone. She met his gaze and her smile soon became a straight face. My God did he want to kiss her. There was something about Dillon she liked too. His chocolate brown eyes, the very tiny dotted birthmark on his left cheek, the way he scratched the back of his head earlier when they were eating dinner. Whatever it actually was about him, Georgie began to have that same intense sensation. She wanted to feel his lips against hers. Their heads drifted further towards the other as they continued to study one another's face with their dark brown eyes. Finaly, their eyelids heavily closed and their lips lazily fell against each other's in a slow kiss. As if with a mind of it's own, Dillon's hand gently found a soft place to land on Georgie's cheek, while he delicatly massaged her lips with his own. Thier kiss lingered on and soon became more tasteful and satisfying. Suddenly, the door opened.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Epiphony asked loudly, causing Georgie and Dillon to break from their deep kiss and look at Epiphony with a deer-caught-in-headlights expression on both of their faces.

Chapter 7 - Explaination

"Epiphany." Georgie said in embarrassment, fixing her dark hair. "I was - we were, um." she studdard, then turned quickly at Dillon both trying to think of a believable explaination.

"You were what? Dr. Jones? Making out with a patient like two horny teenagers is what you were doing." said Epiphany, entering Dillon's hospital room further. Georgie got up out of the bed.

"Nothing really happened," Dillon spoke up suddenly.

"It wont ever happen again, Im so sorry." Dr. Jones apologized again.

"We were just watching a movie and, got - a little carried away - " Dillon stuck up for her.

"Save it!" Epiphany raised her voice to shut him up. "Now I dont care what else was going on in here, but if it does happen again - don't let me catch you. Its bad enough I have to keep Robin and Patrick off of each other and remind them to take their grope fest in a closet. Lord have mercy Dr. Jones, couldn't you've just locked the door?" she finished.

"Sor-" Georgie began, only to be interrupted.

"Look we were just kissing, okay? She didn't do anything wrong." Dillon said to the head nurse.

"It's time for your shot Mr. Quartermaine. I'm sure your leg is still in pain." said Epiphany.

"Actually no, Im fine. Dr. Jones already gave me a dose." Officer Quartermaine implied to her. She stood there and blankly starred at them, then turned her eyes at Georgie.

"You're needed in the NICU before your shift ends." said Epiphany.

"Okay." Georgie nodded, standing near Dillon's bedside still.

"And elevate Officer Quartermaine's leg," Ephiphany continued. "needs to be propped up for certain reasons." she finished, on her way back to the door.

"Phew." Dillon breathed. "That was awkward huh?" he added.

"I cannot believe I just got caught," Georgie began as she adjusted the pillow under Dillon's left leg. "kissing a patient by my boss."

"Oh c'mon Dr. Ledfoot, it wasn't like we were naked or anything. Lighten up." said Dillon, holding his leg as Georgie puffed up the pillow. "Ah." he added quietly in pain.

"No. It's your fault." said Dr. Jones, fixing his blanket to cover Dillon's other toes.

"Yeah okay." Dillon spat back, watching her catter to him.

"Do you need anything before I leave?" she asked while putting her danty hands inside her white coat pockets.

"No, thanks." he answered her. She nodded slightly with her head and walked away from his bed. "No speeding on your way home Jones," Dillon said to her sternly. She paused and turned around. "the next guy might not be so easy on you this time." he finished, his head now resting all the way on the pillow.

"Goodnight Officer Quartermaine." Georgie said his professional name so strongly behind a soft stretch of her lips. Immediatly he reconized her dimples.

"Goodnight." he said a few seconds later. Dr. Jones shut the door behind her and carried her feet down the hall.

Robin Drake glanced over at her cousin who was giving the sick infant more oxygen from the venelator, standing a few feet near each other as Robin tended to another ill baby.

"Hang in there little guy," Georgie talked to the premature infant, gently rubbing his tiny fingers with two of hers through an open arm hole of the incubator. "your mommy loves you so much. You need to keep breathing so she can take you home okay?" she finished delicatly.

"So, is he a good kisser?" Robin asked Georgie, while returning her eyes back at the baby to check the infant's heart rate. Dr. Jones looked over at Dr. Drake.

"Who?" Georgie replied.

"Scott Baio." Robin joked. "You know who." she continued, closing the small door of the incubator. "I'm suprised Epiphany didn't even give you a whole lecture about -"

"Wait she told you?" Dr. Jones interrupted, unraveling a chord wrapped around her right thin ankle on the floor.

"She told me my cousin was giving mouth to mouth resusitation to one of the cute patients who weren't in actual need for it." Dr. Drake implied, recording the baby's vitals down on paper.

"It was just a kiss Robin." Georgie defended, putting the end of her stethascope to the baby's small bare chest. "Dillon and I just got lost in the moment." she finished.

"Mhm." Robin said in her throat, while she tucked the blue pen back inside her white pocket. "That's exactly what I told Epiphany after she caught me and Patrick, sneaking out of the supply closet." she continued. Dr. Jones smirked as she listened to Robin telling the story about her and her husband's spontaneous combution at the hospital when they were first dating. "Two years later - I'm married to him." Dr. Drake finished. Georgie turned her head and looked at her cousin. She knew Robin was hinting to Georgie the fact that sometimes flirtatious and spontaneous combutions can lead to alot more. Georgie doubted it. Every relationship she ever had wasn't so strong in the long term commitment way she always hoped. Usually a 'fling' she'd have with a guy ended within three weeks. Georgie was not one to sleep around either. She kept reserved after her first time with her first love and three other recent exboyfriends. She had morals. Maxie used to tease her about being a twenty four year old 'virgin all over again.' Georgie would spat back at her older sister with a defensive remark and just brush it off her shoulders. It was only a kiss between her and Dillon. Nothing more. Georgie told herself, and returned her attention back to the sick baby.

Chapter 8 - Dr. Ledfoot

The weekend was great. Saturdays especially. Today her shift was just a few hours compared to monday through friday. When Dr. Jones finishes her residency here at General Hospital, she'll be looking forward to longer Saturdays along with the rest of the week. Sundays however, are reserved to do whatever her heart desires. Shop with Maxie or one of her friends such as Amye from med school, have a few drinks with Robin and Elizabeth, or just a lazy night at her one bedroom apartment drinking anything she had in the refrigerator and while watching a rerun episode of Friends. Or possibly a rented movie she had all week and hadn't had the chance to watch it until then, that needs to go back to the video store the next day, while her puppy Snoopy sits next to Georgie on her four small paws on the soft tan couch.

"What are you doing?" Dr. Jones asked Officer Quartermaine, as he struggled to get out of bed. His muscular arm reached over to grab the corner of a night stand, while he made signs of a struggle. Georgie closed the door behind her and fully entered Dillon's hospital room.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he said back, leaning more to the side.

"It looks like you're trying to fall out of bed." said Georgie, walking over to him.

"I need to pee before my bladder bursts." Dillon said, removing the blanket from his legs. "That bedpan is for my eighty eight year old grandmother." he finished, slowly moving his lower body to avoid more tension in his left leg.

"C'mon Mocho Man.." Georgie said, taking his tough arm and wrapping it behind her neck. "bathroom's this way." she finished, as Dillon leaned on her while she helped him walk to the bathroom.

"How's it going in there?" Georgie asked him, while she stood with her back turned and arms folded.

"Fine. Almost done." Dillon answered back behind the door. Moments passed, and Georgie helped Officer Quartermaine return to his bed.

"Do you want anything to eat before your lovely shot in the butt?" Dr. Jones asked him, checking his I.V. drip.

"No. Thanks," he answered. "Epiphany already gave me a tray of breakfast. After giving me quit an earful about last night." he finished, fixing the pillow to comfort his back.

"Uh oh." Georgie teased, tucking the chord behind the wheel of the I.V. carrier. "Was it a bad lecture?" she added.

"No. Probably not as bad as yours Im guessing." Dillon answered with a question.

"The next time you want to smooch with a cute officer, please do it when I'm not around." Georgie quoted her head nurse, while taking a covered needle out of her pocket. Dillon held back a smirk.

"So you think Im.. cute huh?" he asked Georgie. She lightly snorted.

"I didn't say that." she answered him.

"Yeah but you thought about it at least right?" Dillon said, trying to boost his ego. Dr. Jones was quiet. Then spoke.

"You wanna know what Im thinking?" Georgie returned a question.

"What?" Dillon replied, looking at her.

"When is he ever going to shut up, so I can give him this shot in his butt to numb the pain in his leg." Georgie told him, holding the needle in her hand.

"No, no. You're not sticking me with that. No...way Ledfoot. I have no more pain in my leg." Dillon warned. Georgie nodded as he was talking.

"Yeah thats why you couldn't make it to the bathroom by yourself, Officer Quartermaine." Georgie said sarcasticly.

"I was just -" Dillon paused to think of an excuse. Georgie tilted her chin up, waiting for his answer.

"Turn over Quartermaine." she smirked. Dillon rolled his eyes and eventually did what she asked. Dr. Jones finished, and soon walked over to the needle disposal. The room was silent. For about two minutes.

"You know Dr. Ledfoot," Dillon began. "we still need to make that real date." he finished. Georgie sighed.

"Stop calling me Ledfoot. I have a name, use it." Dr. Jones said to him and tossed the used needle into the dispencer.

"Okay fine. Georgie, what are you doing tonight after your shift?" Dillon corrected. She turned around and removed her rubber gloves.

"Why do you care so much about going out on a date with me?" Georgie asked him. Dillon moistened his thick lips and adjusted himself on the bed, then spoke.

"Because when I say I'm going to do something I mean it. I don't back out on my word. Plus I promised my luteniate I'd meet his sister-in-law just so I can have tonight off." Officer Quartermaine explained. There was a slight pause.

"So the only reason why you want to go out with me tonight, is because Jesse told you to?" said Dr. Jones, comprehending as she threw her rubber gloves in the trash bin.

"Thats the only reason." Dillon answered, then took a sip of water Georgie had poured for him earlier. However, he never wanted to admit to her his real reason. Dillon liked Georgie. He was attracted to her. It was obvious by their kiss last night. She liked him too. Their insesive flirting each minute of everyday Dillon was in the hospital was proof. Apparently they got off on the wrong foot when they first met. Georgie seemed to forget how much she disliked Dillon for the lovely ticket she recieved from him that night. Serendipity is a crazy thing she thought to herself.

"Okay. Eight o'clock tonight, like we were supposed to yesturday - until you went and got yourself shot to get out of our date -" she added, causing Dillon to shake his head negativly behind a smirk. "I'm apartment -"

"Apartment 130C on the third floor, Sixth Ave. I'm a floor above you." Dillon finished for her, adding that he didn't live too far away from her.

'Stalker!" Georgie teased.

"Your sister told me." Dillon said, looking in the doctor's brown eyes he began to adore.

"Mm." Dr. Jones said in her throat. "Funny coincidence. You're the idiot who kept me up all night last week, cheering and yelling. I thought the ceiling was going to collapse." she commented, her eyebrows lowered in anger. She then looked at the vital monitor and back at her patient.

"It was the SuperBowl! Lucky and the guys - we, got overly excited." Dillon defended. Georgie shook her head in the negative, and then checked her small silver watch. Mrs. Horton needs her diabetic shot.

"Don't be late Quartermaine. Just because your injured doesnt mean I'm going to take it easy on you." she said, walking over to the door.

"Hey thats not fair Ledfoot. I could have given you a bigger fine than that speeding ticket." said Dillon, watching her leave. He noticed her smile before shutting the door behind her, then heared a loud familar voice in the hall asking if Dillon was in there. Georgie let the woman know and soon her footsteps echoed. Dillon turned his head and met the woman's posture.

"Mom." he said unenthusiasticly, although a little suprised to see her back so soon. Tracy walked to her son's bedside.

"Hi sweetheart. Miss me?" she faked a smile.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be scheming somewhere in Europe?" Dillon asked sarcasticly.

"I had to cut my trip short, lucky for you." Tracy found a stool.

"Well you can go back, because I'm doing fine here without you." Dillon told her. "I have a life, a job, and a roof over my head." he finished.

"A life that involves nothing but playing dectective and a crumy shoebox you call a -" Tracy began, only to be interrupted.

"Mom, why are you even here?! You obviously don't seem to care about me as much as you always claim. What do you want?" Dillon lashed out at her. "I havent heared from you in over six months. No suprise." he added.

"How dare you." she coldly starred at him. "I'm your mother, Dillon!" she raised her voice. "Of course I care about you! So I've been MIA for a few months.. you don't need me here in Port Charles all of the time. You're all grown up son, in case you've forgotten that."

"Oh mom c'mon!" Dillon turned his head in anger and then back at her. "Its not about that okay. No, you know what? I dont' even want to argue about this, anymore. I've gone past being angry with you mom for a long time." Dillon said strongly.

"Sweetheart you think I ENJOY fighting with you?" Tracy asked, her hands on her lap. "Because I don't."

"I dont either. I really dont. But you know something? If you stay in this room any longer all we're going to do is argue." Dillon warned. Tracy looked at her son. It was at that moment she realised how badly she hurt him by being an absent parent throughout his teenaged life, and adulthood. Sure they spoke fequently, but only when it was conveinent enough for one of them to pick up a phone. He'd only see her once in awhile - or every six months like he explained to Georgie - but it still wasn't the same relationship Dillon would have liked to have had with his mother, the way any other normal mother and son would be. Tracy loved him. She just always had a hard time showing it. Not just with Dillon but her other son Ned as well.

"Fine." Tracy said. She soon left the stool. "Just remember one thing Dillon. I'm the only real parent you have left. You're father's the one who doesn't seem to remember you still exist." she finished, and soon abandoned his bedside.

Chapter 9 - To Have And Have Not

Dillon looked in the mirror and styled his spikey hair with just the right amount of hair product. The clock in his kitchen reminded him his date with Georgie was in less than ten minutes and knew he didn't have to rush. Women take alot longer to get ready and Dr. Jones was probably still shaving her legs, styling her hair, putting on makeup, or something along those lines they usually like to do to get ready for things like this, Dillon's mind spoke as he finished applying product throughout his dark thick hair. The last time he remembered getting ready for a date such as this was two years ago, after he first met his ex-girlfriend Melissa. Dillon loved her wholeheartedly and completely. She had mutual feelings for him as well. They even planned on getting married someday. Fate had a much different agenda for Melissa and Dillon. One neither of them liked or expected. Especially Dillon. After her tragic death Dillon swore to himself he'd never let what happened to his ex-girlfriend, repeat with whoever else he'd manage to care about as much as he cared for Melissa. Thats if he'd ever allow himself to fall so deep and in love with another woman.

Georgie was a wreck. She never felt this nervous before in her entire life. Except for when she had to take her final exam in medical school in order for her to be where she is today in her career choice. Somehow right now she still felt this nervous the way she did then. Her vintage date with Officer Quartermaine in the hospital seemed like a preview of what's to come for tonight and strangly, she wasn't feeling this way then either. Maybe it was the fact that this date - was their real offical one. Georgie took her wet hair out of the white cotton towel and shook her head, gliding her fingers through her locks while the other towel covered her nude body. She searched in her dresser drawer for a pair of underwear and her favorite light pink lacey bra. Dillon grabbed his crutch - still unable to walk on his own without it- that was leaning against his bathroom wall and later took the boque of flowers off of his kitchen table, as he made his way out of his one bedroom apartment.

The question she asked herself in her head was to wear either the short dark skirt, the little black spagetti strap dress, or to be as casual as she is at work by wearing her most comfortable faded blue flared jeans. Then finish off her look by allowing her chesnut brown hair to lay flat freely on her shoulders, with a light flip outward to reveal her short layers. Dr. Jones reached for the little black spagetti strap dress that hung in her closet, and soon set it down flat on her made bed. She heared a knock at her front door of the apartment and hoped just for now it wasn't who she was expecting in the next five minutes. Georgie quickly threw on a long gray tshirt that layed on the bottom of her matress and searched for her pajama shorts. No luck. "Shhit." She cured out a four letter word. Georgie immediatly left her bedroom knowing confediently that her underwear was completly covered.

"Oh please no please please.."she quickly prayed as she scurried to the front door of her one bedroom apartment. The knocking continued, and soon stopped when she opened the brown door.

"Hi." Dillon greeted her.

"Hi." Georgie greeted back behind a polite smile.

"Nice outfit." Officer Quartermaine admired, looking at Georgie's lounging clothes.

"Thanks." Georgie said embarrassed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "You're early." she finished, still holding the door open half way.

"Only by five minutes." said Dillon.

"Admit it Quartermaine, you're just trying to impress me by showing up at five to eight." said Georgie, making a small joke.

"Never. I just don't like to be late." said Dillon.

"Ah." Georgie moved her head in agreement. "Well I still need to get dressed and do my hair so c'mon in." she added, opening the door fully and grabbing Snoopy before she escaped in the hall. Georgie loved animals. She was glad the owner of the apartment building allowed pets just as long as there was only one in each apartment. She picked the female puppy up and held Snoopy in her arms. Dillon watched her every move and looked at something else when she caught his eyes on her. He entered and she closed the door behind them.

"Here." said Dillon, taking the flowers from around his back and handed her a boque of pale pink roses. She took them and arched her lips in appreciation. Dillon remembered the flourist telling him these kinds of flowers meant friendship. Dillon hoped thats what they could be after tonight. A part of him still not ready to be anything more just yet. She put her nose to the flower petals and inhaled their beautiful jasmine aroma. "My token for, always being loud up there when you're trying to sleep." he added with a soft grin, his hands shyly rested inside his dark blue jean pockets.

"Thank you." Georgie said. "They're very pretty." she finished with the same facial expression. 'So are you.' Dillon thought to himself as he looked at Dr. Jones dressed in nothing more than a long tshirt covering her entire petite body. Their was a pause.

"Um," Georgie put the puppy down on the floor to rome around. Dillon cleared his tense throat and leaned on his crutch. "I - I just have to dry my hair and get changed. Make yourself comfortable and...I'll be right back." she finished.

"Okay. Take your time Ledfoot. We can eat whenever and the movie doesn't start until 10 so, you know." said Dillon.

"K. I won't be long. Promise." said Georgie, and left the living room with a soft smile at him. He winked at her with his left eye and used his crutch to help him walk to the couch and sat down. His eyes wandered at the pictures and the rest of the furniture Georgie had in the small living room.

"What movie are we seeing this time?!" Georgie hollered from the hallway as she walked down it to get to her bedroom.

"Uhh.. To Have and Have Not. It's an old 1944 war romance adventure classic! You know the one we uh, were supposed to watch after Casablanca but kinda - madeout like horny teenagers instead?!" Dillon answered back and returned his eyes back at the picture of a blond haired woman holding a toddler in her lap, with a little girl beside her. Georgie grinned when she remembered their embarrasing grope fest that was interrupted by Epiphany.

"I remember." she said loudly from her room. Curiously, Dillon picked up the photo frame that rested on a small table where the lamp also stood and he held the picture in his hand. The blonde woman looked happy and so did the two children. The smiling little girl on the left with long brown hair looked to be about five years old. The female toddler sitting on the mother's lap, also smiling, had curly dark hair passed her tiny shoulders and brown eyes. Dillon had a huntch that little curly-haired girl was Georgie. He could definalty tell. Just by her eyes and those two cute dimples on the sides of her small cheeks. The corner of Dillon's mouth stretched and he soon put the photo back down where he found it. He heared the blow dryer turn off and spoke.

"So what kind of food are you in the mood for?!" Dillon loudly asked his date. Georgie picked up her brush and began to comb it through her dark wavy hair.

"Uhmm.." she said outloud. "Italian. How about you?!" Dr. Jones answered back, while styling her hair straight using her fingers and an iron. The heat on very low but good enough to get each kink out. Her hair was thinner than it used to be months ago, so she barely had to play with it. Maxie had taken her sister shopping one day and she bought clipin extensions to help hide the appearance of her thinning hair from the kemo. Georgie loved them. They looked and felt just like her natural hair. She was able to style the bottom layer of the extensions in anyway she wanted to. No one but her and Maxie knew the real truth behind her extra volume in her dark locks. Georgie wanted to keep it that way for as long as she could.

"Italian? I can go for some of that." Dillon responded back loudly as he did before.

"Okay. There's um," Georgie dropped her comb. "a nice small Italian restaurant called Tuscany down on Fifth Ave. If you want to go there!" she said to Dillon from her bedroom.

"Sure. I already have everything covered though Ledfoot!" Dillon answered back from the living room.

"Good." Georgie said to herself, and twisted the cap open of her waterproof mascera then bringing the small brush to her long eyelashes. Moments later, Georgie grabbed her pills and put them in her small purse and soon entered the living room.

"Ready?" she asked her date. Dillon turned his head away from another picture and brought his attention to the woman standing on his right. His eyes studied Georgie and scanned her like lasers. His heart actually raced. He felt as though he was in a movie scene and this was the part when the two characters who disliked each other - suddenly enjoyed one other's company. And Georgie was his leading lady, leaving him captivated. She looked different from how he's used to seeing her in a white coat with her professional name tag on her upper chest. Different, but very beautiful in his eyes. Even on the night they first met. Her legs appeared long and smooth. Her hips just the right amount of curvature as the little black knee lenght dress greatfully defined the rest of Georgie's petite curvy body. The spagetti straps layed perfectly on her soft -skin shoulders, while her dark hair layed freely on them and was flipped slightly outward to reveal her short layers just the way she wanted. Her makeup was light and simple, enhancing her natural beauty. Dillon inhaled to catch his breath and stood up.

"Yeah." he answered her with a smile. Georgie locked her apartment, her puppy sat at the front door and cried, and they headed out of the building.

"Dillon," Georgie began as she saw her friend walking very dependent with the crutch to the car.

"Yeah?" he asked as he grabbed the handle on the car door to open it for her.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive? I mean you've only been just released from the hospital today. Do you want me to-"

"Ohh no Ledfoot. You're not getting behind the wheel." Dillon shook his head in the negative. "I'm perfectly capable of driving." he finished. Georgie pouted like a child and nodded her head, then entered Dillon's dark blue mustang while his police car sat at the PCPD parking lot. He shut Georgie's door and soon found the driver's seat.

Tuscany sounded like a nice place to dine for their first offical date, but Dillon had already made reservations for two at a different fancy Italian restaurant. The male host of Bella Roma greeted the young couple and showed them to an available table near the window. Dillon scored major points with Georgie when he pulled out her chair for her. She took a mental note to thank him for it. Maybe Officer Quartermaine is showing his true self and isn't so bad as she first thought a few days ago. Of course, the types of men she dated in the past always seemed nice at first and broke her heart later. She liked Dillon. Spending time with Officer Quartermaine while he was hospitalized, she grew to like him. The whole speeding ticket scenerio was her own fault. Georgie knew that. She just had a little fun teasing Dillon about it. She theorized Dillon also enjoyed calling her ledfoot even though she may not like it. So they were even. The waitress came and took the couple's order of spagetti and meatballs. That meal seemed to be both of their favorites since everytime they had dinner together in the hospital it was all they ate.

"This is a nice place," Georgie began after the waitress left. "better than eating spagetti at General Hospital." she finished, laying her arms crossed on the table.

"Yeah," he said and exhaled a small chuckle. "the food is definatly alot better here." he added, scratching the back of his head sideways. Georgie found herself somehow liking when he did that. She tucked a piece of her dark chesnut brown hair behind her left ear.

"You know when I was a little girl," Dr.Jones began. Dillon rested his forearms on the edge of the round table covered with a burgendy table cloth and listened to her. "I used to play with play-doh all of the time and make all kinds of 'food' with it, and Maxie would be the guest at my restaurant." she continued. The corner of Dillon's mouth stretched slightly then returned straight again.

"What you never had like, those - easy bake ovens?" he asked, taking his hand and resting his palm near his chin while his fingers layed on his smooth shaven face.

"No I had one of those too." Georgie answered him. "Play-doh was alot easier to use because I knew I wouldn't burn it if I wanted to make a cake." she finished, with a light smile again. Dillon immediatly found her dimple on the corner of her cheek and he returned the same facial expression. Within just a few long minutes later, as the two continued to talk up a storm, the food had finaly arrived. Dillon made a joke and Georgie laughed. She soon couldn't enjoy the spagetti any longer or her friend's company, when all of a sudden she felt a little woozy. Dillon noticed her eyes wandering heavily and he put his fork down.

"What is it? Are you okay?" he asked her with deep concern. Georgie opened her heavy eyes and turned her head back at Dillon.

"It's - it's nothing. I'll be fine I just -" she paused to catch her breath, and tossed her napkin cloth down next to her plate of food. "Will you excuse me, for a minute? I need to use the bathroom." she covered. Georgie was so occupied with Dillon and getting to know each other more, she completely lost track of time and omitted to take her meds.

"Yeah sure," Dillon answered. "No problem. You alright?" he added, reaching across the table to touch her hand in comfort.

"Yeah." she smiled another time that night, answering him in a low tone. "I just have a headache. I'm gonna go take some aleve." she finished.

"K." said Dillon.

"Don't you dare think about eating anything off of my plate Quartermaine while I'm gone." Georgie teased, as she escaped from the chair.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Dillon promised, watching her leave the table.

Georgie went to the back of the restaurant and found the ladies' room. Sure it would have been easier to just pop a pill in her mouth at the table, but she wasn't ready to explain to Dillon just yet about why she has to force horse size pills down her throat. A much older woman than Dr. Jones left the facility and Georgie then unzipped her dark purse. She held out her left hand while two large white medical pills fell out of the small container and landed in her palm. She turned off the faucet after using the water to help the meds slid down her throat to treat the cancer cells in her breasts from multiplying faster. Georgie exhaled with exhaustion and found herself in the mirror. Her hair was the way she wanted. Her makeup light and natural. There was a good looking, decently great guy out there still waiting for her at the table. She felt happy tonight. She somehow still ached inside. Georgie looked back at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, and her eyes began to fill with tears. She sobed lightly and deeply, realising this cancer took alot out of her. And was ruining her life. Including making her so affraid to fall deep for someone again and even more scared to lose them because of this evil thing growing inside her. She exhaled weepingly, and tilted her head down closing her brown eyes. Georgie then sniffled and brought her head back up straight, wipping her wet cheeks and underneath her eyes. Thank goodness for waterproof mascera. She did not want to leave any trace of water marks on her face or smudged make-up from her tears. Georgie dried her eyes completly and soon left the bathroom to return to Dillon.

Chapter 10 - The Taste of Rain

After dinner, and Georgie trying to convince Dillon about four times she's okay, they left Bella Roma and headed to the movie theatre The Monecrean just a few miles away. Their tickets were bought and both of them found the refreshment stand.

"What can I get for ya tonight?" asked a male employee behind the couner.

"Uhh one diet coke -" Dillon began, telling the teenaged boy Georgie's order after he asked her what she wanted first.

"Regular," Georgie corrected him. She hated diet soda and never understood why it couldn't taste a little decent. Even if it was because it was a diet beverage.

"Sorry." Dillon told his date, and returned his head back at Logan.

"One regular coke, easy on the ice, medium tub of buttered popcorn," he ordered.

"Extra butter." Georgie added.

"Yes. Yes..extra butter. Um," Dillon paused and looked at Georgie.

"Sno Caps." she grinned excitedly.

"Dude, are you serious? I love those." he said to Georgie, Logan waited to take the rest of their order. She shook her head positivly. "One box of Sno-Caps, and one medium Dr. Pepper." Dillon said back to the teenager behind the refreshments stand.

"You got it." said Logan.

"Do You want anything else?" Dillon asked Georgie who stood next to him.

"No Im good, thanks. Get whatever else you want though." she answered him.

"K." said Dillon behind a soft smile. He found himself doing that alot tonight. Logan put their orders on the couner and rang up the total price.

"Comes to $11.50." he said. Dillon handed him a twenty dollar bill and recieved his exact change back. "Enjoy the show." Logan added.

"Thanks man." said Dillon and put his wallet back in his pocket.

"Thank you." Georgie repeated politly.

"Got it?" Dillon asked his date, handing Georgie the tub of popcorn and box of chocolate candy.

"Yep." she answered, and began walking towards theatre three as Dillon carried their drinks. Georgie noticed he was limping. "Dillon where's your crutch? You shouldn't be walking with all of your weight on that leg." she said, as they walked down a hallway.

"Its in the car." he answered her. "I'm fine. I honestly don't need the crutch, really. I can walk without it. Im just not putting alot of pressure on my left leg." Dillon explained. Georgie gave him a stern look as they walked to the door of theatre three.

"What? Im fine." He said, looking back at her while they were standing at the doors.

"Dont pretend with me Dillon. Once this movie is over, and we get back home or whatever, you're using that crutch again until you can walk without limping." Georgie advised him.

"Yes Doctor." Dillon teased, and she opened the door for them.

The theatre was practicaly full and the lights were still on, waiting for everyone to be settled. Georgie and Dillon discovered two empty seats in the fourth front row on the right and sat down. They picked a great night for visiting The Moccerean. Tonight's viewings were just the classics. The genre in theatre three was a black and white thriller romance. The couple sitting in the fourth row, were a part of their own romance movie so it seemed. Georgie had a weakness for romance films. Especially the classics. Dillon did not forget that when Georgie told him this while they watched Casablanca during their vintage date. He made sure hours ago that tonight was when this movie theatre was showing Georgie's favorite type of movie. He'd find a way for them to watch a classic one way or another, even if it weren't possible. She did operate on him after all. And wether Dillon wanted to admit to himself or not, he clearly was begining to fall for her.

"Excuse me, um," said a teenage boy, Damien Spinelli interrupting Dillon and Georgie's conversation and passing of popcorn. They turned their heads at him standing in the aisle. "Dr. Pretty Bru-Bruenette One," he studdard with nerves while looking at Dr. Jones. "and um Officer Spikey Guy. Could we possibly - The Blonde One and my Righteous Crew, and I the Jackel maybe, get by to those seats over -" he continued.

"Oh sure." said Georgie, understanding the Spinelli language and kindly rised from her seat at the end of the aisle. Dillon soon got up too, allowing Spinelli, Lulu, Cooper, and Sage to get by.

"Thank you." said Sage Alcazar.

"Mhm." Georgie replied, as the girl scooted by Dr. Jones.

"Thanks." repeated Cooper, holding his girlfriend's hand.

"No problem." said Dillon. They sat back down. "He's an, odd character huh?" Officer Quartermaine quietly said to Dr.Jones, and reached his hand inside he cartoned tub for some buttered popcorn.

"Well so are you but I'm not complaining." Georgie stated, putting a few puffed pieces of corn in her mouth. Dillon snickered and put the straw in his soda. "He's a good kid." Georgie continued. "Really sweet and friendly to me whenever I'm at Kelly's." she chewed with her mouthful. Dillon understood her.

"I think he might have a crush on you Dr.Ledfoot." Dillon said, reaching for more popcorn.

"Really?" Georgie asked, then swallowed and looked at her date. "Why would you say that?" she finished.

"Well he could barely spit out a word when he looked at you." Dillon answered. "And Im starting to see why." he continued. Georgie just returned his eyes and kept silent, theorizing what Dillon could mean by that. Her facial movement with a slight twitch of her eyebrow and bottom lip signified her confusion. Dillon leaned in closer to her. "You look amazing tonight and I'm glad we did this." he finished. Georgie lightly licked the butter off of her lips and smirked.

"Someone wants to get lucky tonight." she said. Dillon let out an amused breath.

"No, Im not. I'm not trying to do that. I promise." he swore behind a small grin. Georgie repeated the same facial expression. Officer Quartermaine continued with a straighter face. "In all seriousness, I really am having a great time tonight with you, Georgie. I haven't laughed this much since - well forever. So thanks for that, and letting me take you out tonight for real." he finished. Georgie folded her lips then slightly nodded, letting them free again.

"Your welcome Dillon." she smiled delicatly. "Im having a great time too." she finished. Their eyes studied each other and both were silent. The lights in the theatre dimmed to almost pitch black and soon the couple met the large flickering screen, reading the opening credits to To Have and Have Not.

Between each scene every now and then Dillon discretely glanced over at Dr. Jones, admiring how the flickering of the film would bounce off of that face he began to profoundly like so much. Her hair, her deep brown eyes, her thin but smooth lips, also made him produce clamy hands and sent an electric shock throughout his entire body. Dillon wasn't much of a believer in love at first sight. The woman sitting next to him and smiling softly at a romantic moment in the movie, she just might be the one making him believe in it otherwise. When Dillon wasn't gazing at her Georgie found herself ocassionally glance over at Officer Quartermaine, admiring every little physical detail about the man eating sno-caps beside her. Experiencing the same exciting electrical shock throughout her body each time her brown eyes gandered at Dillon. She liked that feeling. Georgie realised she felt better to laugh with him than be crying with herself somewhere else. Out of all of Dr. Jones' past dates Maxie usually hooked her up with, Georgie never had this much fun or truely connected with anyone else than she had with Dillon tonight. In a way it scared Georgie. She fell easily. And her heart broke too many times for her to count. Most importantly she feared allowing herself to fall in love with this one and never getting the chance to be with Dillon for as long as she wanted. Officer Quartermaine handed Georgie the box of chocolate candy and she poured some small pieces of Sno-Caps in her hand.

"Hungry much Ledfoot?" he asked Georgie, when she put a few pieces of popcorn in her mouth along with the chocolate drops. She shook her head in the negative, letting the chocolate melt on top of the popcorn in her mouth. She then swallowed.

"You put some sno-caps," she said quietly, showing Dillon the famous Sno-Caps popcorn theatre recipe. "in your hand, and mix it with some popcorn." Georgie dumped a few pieces of chocolate candy in both of their palms, and gave Dillon some buttered popcorn. "Then put it all in your mouth and -" Georgie paused and demonstrated. "Mm. Let the chocolate melt on top of the popcorn." she murmured, looking at him.

"You're really strange." Dillon teased. "And, a pig." he added, causing his date to lightly giggle with her mouth full. He could not help but to grin back. She swallowed some.

"Just try it. I promise you, you'll like it." said Georgie, wipping her mouth with the tips of her thin fingers and forgetting she had a napkin on her lap. Dillon tried the strange combo and enjoyed the puffy chocolate food melting in his mouth.

"Mm. Not bad." said Dillon, finishing his chew.

"See, I told you." said Georgie.

Act two, scene six was now playing on the giant screen in black and white and Humphrey Bogart was heared loud and clear. Georgie was angry with herself for not bringing something to put over her cold arms. Dillon looked over at his friend and noticed her arms were folded under her bossums. He could feel her lightly shaking beside him as her shoulder was pressed against his.

"Hey," Dillon whispered to Dr.Jones. She turned her head his direction. "You okay? You're not cold are you?" he asked.

"Just a little bit. Think the air conditioner is on full blast or something." Georgie whispered back. Dillon hesitated, then extended his right arm and wrapped it around Georgie, holding her closer to him. She hesitated as well, and allowed herself to rest against the side of Dillon's body.

"This better?" he asked again. She nodded.

"Yeah." Georgie lightly smiled up at him. "Thanks." she quietly responded back.

"No problem Ledfoot." he whispered behind a gentle stretch of his full lips. His hand cupped her soft shoulder in his palm while Georgie sat comfortly next to his warm body. He could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume and the lavishing scent of Herbal Essences in her silky hair. Georgie admired his intreuging colonge and felt sheer comfort of being held in Officer Quartermaine's arms while he enjoyed holding her, as they watched Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall fall in love right along with them.

"You know you dont have to act with me, Steve." said the actress as Silm. "You don't have to say anything and you don't have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you Steve? You just put your lips together and...blow."

While the actors kissed in the following scene, Georgie discovered herself in a much more comfortable position with her head resting against Dillon's broad shoulder. Despite her old feelings she used to have for him four days ago after they met, that did not matter. Georgie was enjoying tonight. She obviously began to tolerate Officer Quartermaine probably more than she thought she could. His shoulder was the best place to rest her head right now. Dillon did not mind at all. He was also enjoying tonight. And besides the fact he liked Dr. Jones more now than ever before in the past few days, Dillon began loving how the contour of Georgie's body felt in his arms. He secretly was hoping about three scenes ago he'd find a way for her to be in them. Of course, Officer Quartermaine was mentaly scrutinizing of how to go about his master plan while moments earlier he finished the last of his soda. The temperature of the theatre making his date a little chilly, now that to him was the perfect advantage.

Thunder loudly echoed outside. Lightening cracked and light up the starfilled April sky. Finally the rain came pouring down and soaked everyone and everything it came into contact with. Bringing an umbrella never crossed Dillon or Georgie's mind.

"Oh man look at it out there," Dillon said to his date, walking next to him as they came to the front door to leave The Monocrean Movie Duplex Theater. "I hope the windows on my car are up." he finished while opening the door for her.

"So do I." said Georgie, exiting first.

The rain loudly poured on top of their heads as soon as they met the outside. The couple quickly scurried to Dillon's blue mustang after leaving the concrete steps. Georgie hustled to avoid getting completely drentched. Dillon had beat her to her side of the car, standing in the rain to open the passenger's door.

"Whoa!" Georgie shrieked, when one of her feet met a small but deep pothole in the parking lot. She tripped and her purse fell to the ground. Dillon caught Dr. Jones and she fell in his arms. They both froze for a few seconds, returning each other's gaze as the rain continued to heavily fall down on their bodies. Georgie discretely swallowed hard in her throat, and soon took her foot out of the hole while her deep brown eyes were occupied with the chocolate brown ones starring back at her. Dillon's hands securely holding her wet petite back and waist for support. Their heads were inches apart in length.

"Be uh, be - careful. Ledfoot." Dillon murmured to her in a low tone of his voice. Georgie was still silent looking up at Officer Quartermaine, their wet lips capable of touching each other. She had to. She wanted to desperatly wether it was right or not. He had to. And with every fiber of his being he wanted to too just as much as she did. The rain drops fell onto their eyelashes. Georgie's right hand was still clentching Dillon's dark wet shirt, while her other hand sat on one of his forearms. A few strands of her wet dark hair were near the front of her face, and Dillon swept the drentched strands away using his fingers. Within a split second later, Dr. Jones and Officer Quartermaine's lips collided together. The kiss was sensual. Soft at first and soon became more intense. It felt good for both of them. Definatly better than any chocolate candy ever made. Most of all the kiss felt right, as their lips continued to massage against each others. Dillon soon held both of her cheeks inside his palms, while their kiss grew deeper and passionatly lingered as the rain showered them harder.

Chapter 11 - Drying Off

The rain continued to heavily shower Georgie and Dillon as they told each other's lips a secret. The parking lot was filled with cars and some were pulling out. People without umbrellas scurried to their vehicles. A few small children witnessed the deep kiss between the doctor and police officer. Momentarily, the only two people in the world and in the parking lot were Officer Quartermaine and Dr. Jones. They enjoyed every seconds of tasting each other's smooth lips. His heart wanted to keep going. Hers begged him to. Dillon sluggishly removed his mouth from hers, breaking their deep epic kiss.

"I'm sorry." Whispered Dillon, opening his eyes while his palms still held her now wet cheeks.

"N - No, it's okay." Georgie exhaled back the same way and returned her eyes at him.

"Is your uh," Dillon tucked a piece of her dark wet hair behind Georgie's ear. "Is your foot okay?" he finished. She heared her thoughts speak of how caring he's been to her all night.The corner of Georgie's mouth stretched slightly at his concern.

"Yeah. Its fine." Dr. Jones replied, looking up at him. "How 'bout you and I get outta this rain before our clothes turn transparent?" she added, her one hand on his side while the other palm still rested on his chest.

"You got it." Dillon smiled. He removed his hands from her cheeks and opened the passenger's door for her.

The rain calmed, but still fell although much lighter than thirty minutes ago. Dillon parked his car in front of the apartment building in a spot reserved for the tenants only, and limped his way over to Georgie's side of the car. She already had her door open and met him there. They walked to the front of the apartment complex.

"Now remember these are steps Ledfoot, so carefully walk up them." Dillon teased, as he walked next to her.

"Shutup." Georgie said behind an amused laugh, and searched inside her purse for her apartment key as they made their way up the stairs. The elevator opened and took them up to the third floor.

"No I'm serious, the actor who played Chunck in that movie is now a lawyer." said Georgie, as her and Dillon exited the elevator.

"Really? What's his lawfirm, The Truffle Shuffle? No way Ledfoot. I dont believe you." Dillon said, following her down the hallway.

"Fine. But I've watched The Goonies one hundred thousand times and the commentary about twice to know. He even said it himself." Georgie defended.

"Just one hundred thousand? You really are a Goonie." said Dillon, as they turned a corner and stopped at apartment room 130C.

"So," Dillon spoke up first. "Um. This was uh, this was great." he tripped on words. Georgie took notice he always seems to scratch the back of his head sideways whenever he's nervous.

"

Yeah." she smiled, her hands shyly playing with the strap of her small dark purse held in front of her. She looked up at him. "It was. I had a really great time with you Dillon." she finished, revealing her dimples.

"Yeah. Yeah me too." he said back behind the same expression. "We should definatly do it again sometime. If you want." he finished.

"Sure. I'd really like that." Georgie agreed, bashfully wrapping the strap around her thin fingers.

"Good. Me too." replied Dillon. He quickly ran his fingers along the side of his head, through his spikey hair. "Alright well, goodnight Led-" he paused."Georgie." he corrected himself. By this point she did not mind her nickname he had for her. She just didn't tell him she grew attached to it over the past few days.

"Goodnight." Georgie replied back, giving him her signature smile he easily began to adore so much. Dillon started to limp away and Dr. Jones inserted the key into the lock. She paused.

"Dillon," she said loudly before he left around the corner. Dillon turned around and faced his friend. Georgie placed her right hand on the door frame while the other hung at her side. She meet his eyes from across the hall. "Do you um," she swallowed, then tucked a piece of her wet hair behind her other ear. "Do you wanna come in for awhile? I can throw your shirt in the dryer, so you don't have to do it yourself and shrink it." she finished. He exhaled behind a grin and lowered his head in thought.

"Sure." he replied, returning his spikey haired head back up. Georgie unlocked the door and he followed her inside, shutting the door behind them.

"Hi Snoopy." Georgie said happily to her female golden retriever puppy, trotting over to the living room as the dog's tail waged uncontrolably. Dr. Jones picked her up and pet her animal while Dillon leaned on the back of the couch. "Do you want a drink or something?" asked Georgie, as she rubbed behind Snoopy's ear. The room was silent and Dillon just kept his eyes on her. "Dillon?" she repeated when he didn't answer and turned her head at him. He must have thought I was talking to the dog, she wondered.

"Hm?" he said in his throat.

"Can I get you a beer, soda, anything?" she asked him once more.

"Oh. Naw." he finaly answered. "Actually yeah, a beer sounds good. Whatta you got?" Dillon changed his mind.

"Walk this way Officer, and we'll check it out." said Georgie, then headed towards her small kitchen on the left while still holding Snoopy. "If you can still walk on that gimpy leg of yours." she added, turning on the kitchen light switch as Dillon followed her.

"I dunno. Catching your fall really threw out my back Ledfoot." Dillon joked back.

"You're hilareous." Georgie hoaxed, as she put the puppy down on the lenolym checkered floor. Dillon admired her flexibility while she bent down. His eyes locked on her long shinny smooth legs and perfect curved hips.

"Um.." Georgie browsed through her fridge."Corona, Budweiser, Dr.Pepper, milk.. flavored water." she finished.

"Corona, definatly." Dillon suggested, taking off his jacket and set it on the back of the chair.

"Ditto." Georgie agreed, then grabbed two bottles of alcohol from the top shelf before closing the refridgerator. She handed Dillon his.

"Thanks." he said, taking it from her. Georgie took a few sips with him then beltched out a big burp and excused herself.

"Nice one Ledfoot." Dillon said behind a grin.

"I know." she smirked, then took another sip. They soon left the kitchen together and entered the spaceous living room. Dillon made himself comfortable on the sofa while Georgie headed to her bedroom to change, promising him she wont take long this time. After slipping into a pair of night shorts and a soft pink waist length cotton t-shirt, Dr. Jones rumaged through her closet for one of her ex-boyfriend's clothes to lend to Dillon until his shirt and pants dried. The former losers who broke her heart never saw any of their missing t-shirts ever again. She wasn't a theif. Just a borrower.

"How's that leg by the way?" Georgie asked her friend when she entered back into the living room,carrying a shirt and pair of dark blue pants. Dillon turned his head at the sound of her voice he had gotten to know so well.

"Thanks." he said, when she handed him dry clothes. "Not too bad actually. Just a little sore from walking on it all night." he answered her.

"You should have used your crutch." Dr. Jones advised and sat down on the arm of the couch next to him. "It wasn't such a good idea to put the slightest amount of pressure on it yet." she finished.

"I'm fine.It's really not a big deal Dr.Ledfoot. Whose are these anyway?" asked Dillon, observing the clothes in his lap.

"Scott's." Georgie answered. "He doesn't really need them anymore." she finished.

"Old boyfriend huh?" said Dillon, putting his beer down on the coffee table.

"Yep." replied Georgie. "Coaster Quartermaine!" she warned, watching him.

"Wow. Sorry." he said, and placed the beer bottle on a small coaster.

"What? I hate ring marks." Georgie told him. Before she could reach to pick up her beverage from the middle table she witnessed Dillon removing his dark damp t-shirt, revealing his six pack abs. Being a police officer definatly agrees with him. Her heart began to beat at a more rapid pace than before. The same fast rapid beat Officer Quartermaine's pumped while he studied her legs and hips earlier.

"Where should I toss 'em?" Dillon asked her, holding his damp navy blue shirt and looking at her.

"Ut -" Georgie choked on words, mesmorized by his built abdomen and solid chest. "I'll just put it in the hamper." she breathed, getting off the arm of the sofa and holding out her hands to take his damp shirt.

"Okay. Thanks." said Dillon, giving them to her.

"Mhm." she said in her throat. He then rised from the couch and removed his soaked jeans right in front of her, standing only in his boxers. Georgie turned her head the other way, hoping she didn't seem to obvious at checking him out in the corner of her eyes. She knew he was undressing in front of her on purpose. She did tease him with her short outfit earlier when he picked her up for ther date tonight. It was only payback. Officer Quartermaine was now fully dressed and Georgie found her way to the bathroom, tossing his clothes in the white hamper. She'll eventually put them in the dryer downstairs in the building basement, later. Georgie returned to meet Dillon back in the living room and saw him interacting playfully with Snoopy next to his left thigh. Dr. Jones smiled lightly when she witnessed her puppy grabbing Dillon's hand with her two small front paws, as her brown tail wagged.

"I think she likes you." said Georgie, joining him on the sofa by sitting back down on the arm of the couch. Dillon moved over on the other coushin so she'd have a softer place to sit.

"She? I thought she was a he." said Dillon, rubbing the dog's belly.

"Yeah," Georgie answered, as she saw an open spot next to him and sat on the coushin. "I couldn't think of a good name for her when I bought her and, Snoopy just seemed to fit." she finished.

"From Peanuts?" he turned his head at her and the side of his mouth stretched.

"Yeah." she laughed lightly. "I'm a dork I know." she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear that fell in front of her face.

"Yeah you are." Dillon agreed. "But in a way, so am I. So we're even." he finished.

The night continued, and the couple enjoyed each other's company as thunder and lightening surrounded Port Charles. Dillon was on his second bottle of Corona he asked for, while Georgie was just finishing her first. She would have gotten herself another round of her favorite alcoholic beverage, but it wouldn't mix well with her treatment medication.

"You're kiddin' me, you've never been to New Orleans during Mardi Gra?" Dillon asked Georgie.

"Nope. I've always wanted to go there. Just never had the chance." replied Dr.Jones, sitting with her legs Indian style on the couch, her body facing Dillon.

"Yeah my," he paused. "my ex-fiance always wanted me to take her there too. We actually were supposed to go but - things changed."

"Ex-fiance." Georgie repeated. "What happend to her? Why didn't you get married? If you dont mind me asking." she added.

"No it's cool. Um." Dillon said. He slowly ran his finger along the opening of the blue beer bottle while looking down. "She uh," he cleared his throat. "she died two years ago." he revealed, then looked back up at his friend.

"Oh wow. Dillon, I'm so sorry." Georgie sympathized.

"Thanks. I haven't - " he swallowed. "Gosh I haven't talked about Melissa in a longtime." he breathed deeply.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -" Georgie started, removing her elbow from resting on the head of the sofa.

"No," Dillon interrupted. "No it's fine. Stop apologizing. I dont know I mean, I guess I always figured it'd be easier to just - pretend like none of it happened and she's just someone who I never met before. You know?" Officer Quartermaine implied. Georgie nodded her head in complete understanding, as she looks at Dillon and continued to listen. "Somehow no matter if I'm thinking about her or not I," he paused again. "the pain of losing her is still there." he finished.

"It's an inevitable feeling Dillon." Georgie consoled. "You can't hide from it wether you want to or not." she finished, looking back at him with deep sadness in her eyes. They've only known each other for nearly almost a week. He could still recognize the hurt in those beautiful dark brown eyes of hers he grew to like so much.

"Sounds like you know from experience." said Dillon, returning her gaze. Georgie picked her cuticle, still silent.

"Actually, yeah I do." she murmurred in a low tone. "My mom died from breast cancer when I was three years old." she finished. She wanted to tell him she was diagnosed with the same illness. She just was not sure how. And still affraid to open up to him yet about it. She told herself he should know, and she planned on telling him eventually. If not now, but soon. It was Dillon's turn to offer his sympathy. She took it.

"That had to have been hard on you and Maxie. Growing up without a mother. Especially you, kinda still a baby." said Dillon.

"I think it was the hardest on my dad." Georgie said, lowering her head and playing with a small zipper on the side of the coushin. "He loved my mother so much and completely fell apart after her death." she looked back up at Dillon. "Not just because he had to raise two little brats of stepdaughters by himself - who complained about his cooking - " she added. Dillon slightly smiled at her comment. "Mac just, didn't know how to be himself without her." she shrugged. "My mom was his whole world." Georgie finished, her voice cracked. Dillon placed his hand on her small forearm that layed on the back of the couch. There was silence. For about three seconds. Their eyes met again.

"Funny thing isn't it." Dillon stated.

"What's that?" Georgie answered with a question. She felt a tear begining to emurge and wipped her right cheek before it could fall any further.

"Love." Dillon replied. "Being so -" he searched for the right word. "Infatuated with someone that nothing else matters. Becomes intense." he concluded. His hand still touching her soft skinned arm.

"Now there's where you and I differ, Quartermaine." Georgie said. "Being in love with someone. It's - a guilty pleasure I haven't had the chance to indulge in." she confessed.

"Bummer." said Dillon. Georgie smiled, revealing her dimples. The room was quiet once more. Not the usual awkward silence on a first date, but a comfortable what-to-say-or -do- next silence between them.

"So Officer Quartermaine," Georgie teased. "what made you want to be a jerk and give me a speeding ticket?" she asked, using her free arm to reach over and put her beer bottle back down on a coaster.

"Because..you were breaking a law.." Dillon reminded her.

"No - why did you want to be a cop?" Georgie explained. "Mac told me you just joined the force six months ago." she finished. Dillon deeply inhaled, turned his head and looked at his friend's soft small arm he rested his hand on. He then exhaled and spoke.

"I didn't always want to be a cop. Chasing crimals just didn't seem as exciting as making movies. What I really wanted was to be a film director." he answered her.

"Then what changed your mind?" Georgie asked another question, curious. Dillon blinked, and took another breath.

"Melissa." he told her. "We uh," Dillon swallowed hard in his throat again. "We just finished watching a movie we rented that night.It was late so, we just decided to go straight to bed. We were both too exhausted to do anything else." he looked up at Georgie with a smirk. She returned it, comprehending what he meant. He brought his chocolate brown eyes back down to where they were before. "It was about, two in the morning and Melissa heared a shattering noise coming from the living room in our apartment." Dillon continued sadness in his voice, while he gently brushed his thumb back and forth along Georgie's soft skin of her arm.

"I checked it out and told her to stay in the bedroom." his voice became less husky. "She was always stubborn and Miss I'm Not Affraid, and followed me. The burgler was sychotic and started pointing a gun at both of us if we came any closer. I told her to call the police, and like an idiot - I must have triggered him to shoot at the wall. The guy told me to shutup but I tried to reason with him. He pointed the gun at Melissa," Dillon chocked. Georgie reached to touch the side of his smooth shaven face, and sat her palm there for a moment as her lips frowned in sympathy. She then gently brushed her hand along the side of his cheek and down to his chest, until it met his knee. "I stood in front of her body to block his aim. Apparently I didn't sheild her like I thought. The gun went off," Dillon's eyes swelled with tears. "and Melissa collapsed to the floor. Covered in blood."

"Dillon." Georgie whispered, slidding her arm out from under his palm and held his head. She mentally cursed at herself for even asking him those questions and causing him to get this emotional. He sniffled. He was too mocho to cry in front of his friend. And they were friends now. They considered each other to be. Both secretly hoping and wanting to eventually become more than just that, if time and their hearts allowed it to happen. The chemisrty between them was clearly there. Their kiss in the hospital and in the rain was all the proof they needed. It was the uncertainty of residual hurt from their pasts that kept them from admitting it otherwise.

"I needed to become a cop so if I could just - catch a few criminals it would make me feel at ease," Dillon began again, now looking at Georgie. "to know I did something to prevent from what happened to Melissa won't happen to anyone else. And then maybe I could stop being so angry at myself for not being able to protect her." he quieted with sorrow. Georgie was at a loss of words. She kept hold of his hand that rested on the back of the couch and delicatly brushed her thumb along his left knee with her other hand. They had recently just met, but to them it felt as if they've known each other for years rather than days.

"It wasn't your fault Dillon." Georgie reassured him. He wanted to believe her.

"I try to tell myself that everyday." said Dillon.

"Then believe it. I know its hard. From what you told me, you did all that you could to protect her. I didn't know Melissa, but I can gaurantee you she doesn't blame you either." Georgie told him sincerely. Dillon exhaled discretely.

"I know this might sound a little forward but, you're amazing Jones." said Dillon.

"Wow. What happend to Ledfoot?" Georgie asked.

"Nothing. You still are one." Dillon answered, dragging their joined hands down to the couch coushin in between them.

"Good to know." said Georgie. They both exchanged soft smiles once more. They weren't drunk at all. Dillon would need more than two beers to even get a buzz. Including Georgie. Their entire conversation that stormy night was completely deep and sober talk. And they both realised just how much more they connected tonight.

Another hour had passed and Dillon did not want to keep Georgie from not being able to get up for work the next morning. She knew he had to wake up early also, and walked him to her front door of the apartment.

"Thanks for drying my clothes." said Dillon, standing in the doorframe.

"No problem. I had fun." Georgie smiled, holding the doornob on the other side.

"Yeah me too. Definatly." Dillon agreed.

"Thanks for getting me wet." said Georgie. They both tried to hold back a laugh, knowing how incredibly erotic that sounded on every sexual level. "I - soaking me, when we kissed in the, yeah." Georgie rambled. "Goodnight Quartermaine." she finished.

"Goodnight Georgie." Dillon grinned. She closed her apartment door after he walked away and leaned her head back onto the wood, closing her brown eyes in embarrasement. Officer Quartermaine shook his head in the negative and smiled at the thought of Georgie and her cute embarassed face he knew she had on right now, while he pushed a button to enter the elevator.

to be continued..