-Forget everything that happened after Dillon found out about Georgie – no funeral, no breakdowns - nothing.
-This starts right after Dillon finds out. He is on his way to find Maxie to talk about Georgie.
-All will be explained in due time.

The Dance of The Undead – 1/?

Dillon Quatermaine had had his fair share of heartache in his life. In fact, he'd had a lot of peoples share of heartache. He'd be hurt so many times that he was just starting to think that maybe he was finally in the clear. Boy, was he wrong, he thought as he slowly walked up the pathway of Georgie's house.

Georgie.

A sad smile came to his face as he thought about her. Georgie had been and always would be the love of his life. He wasn't lying when he told Lulu and Mike he'd come back to bring her with him. After being without her for so long he decided to do something about it. He wanted her with him – always. He'd only spoke to her last week and she seemed so happy to hear from him. That's when he knew he needed to come back for her. Her place was by his side. He had even planned on asking her to marry him once they were out of Port Charles. He'd had the perfect way to ask her – hell, he'd even rehearsed it. And now…

Now it was too late.

He didn't make it back in time to save her.

He walked up the steps, defeat had overtaken his entire body by the time he knocked on the door. He'd failed Georgie. And this time, there would be no second chances – no seconds acts. Now, there was only a curtain call and a bow to take.

Maxie opened the door, surprise etching her features.

"Dillon."

"Maxie." He gave her a small smile as she pulled him into a hug. "How did this happen, Maxie? How can someone as wonderful and as beautiful as Georgie just be gone?"

"I don't know, Dillon." Maxie chocked up, the mention of her sister, combined with the sheer wonder and awe in his voice causing the tears already streaming down her face. "I don't know."

"Maxie, who's your friend?"

Maxie pulled out of Dillon's embrace and glared at her mother who was inside the doorway, watching them curiously. Maxie quietly led Dillon into the house, the three of them ending up in the living room.

"I couldn't really get a good look at you with Maxie in the way." Felicia smiled kindly at him. "How are you holding up Dillon?"

"I- I don't-" Dillon stuttered, trying to find the words. "I only heart about Georgie a half hour ago. I went to Kelly's to find her since that's always where she is these days. I was coming back to bring her with me. I- I wanted her with me." Dillon looked over at Maxie, a million questions going through his mind. "Maxie, how did this happen? I spoke to Georgie last week and she was fine."

"It was the text message killer, Dillon." The tears continued to stream down Maxie's face. "He- he got to her somehow. We still don't even know who he is. But…" Maxie leaned her head to side thoughtfully. "I think Georgie figured it out somehow. I think she knew who it was and that's why he killed her."

"What?" Dillon's eyebrows raised in confusion. "How did Georgie know?"

"She and Spinelli have been investigating it on their own. They must have figured it out and the text message killer found out about it."

"If that's true then why isn't this Spinelli dead?" Felicia questioned.

"I don't know!" Maxie yelled, her grief getting the best of her. "I don't know! All I know is that my sister is dead!"

Dillon said nothing as he pulled Maxie into his arms, letting her take all of the strength she needed from him. He knew without a doubt that that's what Georgie would want – she'd want him to help her sister grieve.

"Why Georgie, Dillon?" Maxie sobbed, her tears soaking into his shirt. "She was so smart, she had her whole life ahead of her. She was going to Paris next year – she had it all planned out and everything. And now…" She paused, sniffling. "Now she's gone."

"I don't understand it either." Dillon spoke softly as he brushed his hand over the back of her head, trying to soothe her tears. "Georgie wouldn't hurt a fly. At least not intentionally." His lips curved upward as he finished his sentence. "Who would want to hurt her?"

"It was the text message killer, Dillon." Maxie pulled away from him. "He strangled my baby sister."

Dillon stood silently for a moment as he reflected on her words. "Do you think Spinelli might be able to help me?"

"Maybe." Maxie used the arm of her sweatshirt as a tissue to rid her face of her tears. "You should go talk to him."

"I think I will." Dillon walked over to Maxie and pulled her into a hug one more time. "I'll call you the minute I find something out. Will you call me if the PCPD gets a lead?"

"Of course." Maxie graced him with a small smile and a wave as he left the Jones house, probably for the last time.

Dillon knew, as he walked away from the house, that he could never go back in it without Georgie. There were just too many reminders of her in there – too many memories. There was just too many remembrances of her all over Port Charles.

As soon as he found out who killed Georgie and brought them to justice he was going to be on the first train out of this town that housed nothing but nostalgia for him now.

"Thank you for meeting me, Spinelli." Dillon said as he sat beside the cyber nerd.

"Greetings Film Guy." He nodded to him. "Is this social call about the loyal little sister?"

"Yes." Dillon sighed heavily, wondering if he really wanted to know just how much Spinelli knew. But, since he was the one that found her on the steps, Spinelli definitely knew something. And that meant that Dillon had to talk to him – he didn't have a choice if he wanted to know the truth. "I need to know everything you know about the text message killer. And I need to know what Georgie knew too."

"Film guy, I can't divulge the sacred information passed between me and the faithful friend."

"Spinelli…" Dillon placed a hand on his shoulder. "I need to know who killed my ex-wife. And if you don't tell me everything that you know, I'm going to have to take action and force you to tell me."

"That would be most unpleasing…"

"Yes it would."

"I don't have to spill everything, do I?"

"Spinelli." Dillon gritted his teeth, already tired of his shenanigans. "Just tell me everything you know about the text message killer and about everything leading up to Georgie's death."

"Well," Spinelli started, looking around the park for anyone listening before he continued. "Loyal little sister and I…"

Mac walked up the stairs to his house, his knees wobbling so much he could barely stand. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to compose himself for his daughter's sake.

He opened the door slowly, surprised to see Maxie talking civilly on the couch with her mother when he shut the door.

"Mac…" Maxie's voice trailed off as she walked up to him, sensing that something was wrong.

"Maxie." He placed his arms on either side of her upper arms, ready to support her once he told her his news. "Georgie's body is missing from the coroner's office." He didn't mean to say it right away, but he didn't know how else to lead the conversation up to it. Sometimes it was best to just lay it on the line.

"What?" Her voice hitched. "How is that possible?"

Mac sighed, knowing that his next words were going to affect her in more ways then she could ever imagine.

"We think Georgie was kidnapped."

"Someone kidnapped Georgie's body?" Maxie stared at him in horror. "Who would do such a thing?"

"No, Maxie."

He paused, releasing a breath – he himself still didn't believe what he was about to say.

"We think Georgie's still alive."