Emergency
These scars, they will not fade away.
Georgie Jones let the cool Port Charles air ruffle through her auburn colored curls as she walked through the park. It was nearly nine at night, and she had no one to blame for being out there, but her sister. For some reason, Georgie always got caught up in Maxie's messes.
Some would argue Georgie cared too much. Others would argue she was pretty stupid for a smart girl. There was a killer on the loose, and she was walking around a park alone...at night.
Georgie was determined to find out if the killer was really Cooper. Georgie was determined to watch her father haul him off to the PCPD. Georgie was determined to testify against him in court. Hell, Georgie was determined to make it through the night alive.
As the night drew colder, Georgie began to get worried. She had been out there for a solid thirty minutes, and nothing had happened. The trees blew. The wind whistled. Georgie wanted nothing more than to run home.
She couldn't.
She almost lost her sister, and she wasn't going to let it happen again.
Just as her hopes of catching the "Text Message Killer" began to wear off, Georgie heard footsteps.
"Hello?"
She didn't get a response in words, but in louder foot steps.
"Is someone there?"
They had yet to respond.
"Maxie?" Georgie's voice quivered.
They didn't respond, and panic took over Georgie's body.
It all happened too quickly. She didn't even have a chance to run.
Before anyone knew it, Georgie Jone's fell to the ground without a hope in the world.
This is an emergency. So, are you listening?
Damian Spinelli had an even corkier smile plastered across his face than usually. Wise Georgie had a crush on him; the Jackal.
Spinelli never saw Georgie in that way before. After all she was his Faithful Friend. Spinelli, not even in his wildest dreams, would never suspect a potential relationship with Georgie Jones.
Spinelli was too hung up on Lulu to even give Georgie a chance, but the longer he thought about it the more he realized he could see himself with Georgie, and he liked the thought...a lot.
Spinelli nearly skipped his way over to Kelly's. He couldn't wait to see Georgie. He hadn't a clue what he'd say, but that really wasn't a phase in his mind.
"Is Wise Georgie here?" Spinelli asked gawkily.
"Her shift ended an hour ago," The girl behind the counter smiled.
"Ah, I see," Spinelli sighed. "Thank you."
Spinelli slung his computer case over his shoulder, and stumbled his way out of Kelly's. Spinelli had no idea where his Faithful [more than Friend may be.
He thought about the Hospital. Maybe even the PCPD.
Spinelli decided to find her tomorrow. He knew she was working the next morning. So, he would just grab an early breakfast at Kelly's.
He took the long way home that night; through the park. He expected a brisk walk home. He expected it be quiet. He didn't expect to see a group of police officers hovering over Georgie Jones's body.
So, are you listening? So, are you watching me?