Okay so this idea has been in my head for a while, and I have rewritten it at least five times, and I liked this one the best. Anyways here is the first chapter hope ya like it!


It was late.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of my room in Purgatory. God it felt good to be home, but being here brought back so many memories. I felt broken, worn-out, and beaten. Although we had successfully taken over Steelport, I just felt empty. I hadn't focused on this feeling when the Saints took on the wannabe thugs of Steelport, possibly because I was so hellbent on revenge.

Since sleeping clearly wasn't an option, I got up and walked to the bar downstairs. After grabbing a beer from one of the fridges, I sat on the couch and looked at the once great HQ of the Saints. I remember when Johnny and I first came here after I woke up from my coma, man this place was a shit hole. But as the cash flow came in more and more, we turned this place into what it was now. The longer I sat on the couch, the more suffocated I felt. I needed to go for a drive.

Fifteen minutes later I found myself driving towards Mourning Woods Cemetery. I don't know why I was going there, but soon afterwards I was kneeling in front of Johnny's grave.

"I really don't know what I'm doing here or what to say, but I'm loosing it. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I've lost everything I have ever cared about. All I've got left is Pierce and Shaundi, and even they seem distant. Fuck, I don't know what to do anymore. I need you."

I lost my best friend that day on the plane, leaving him there was the hardest thing I have ever done, well besides having to shoot Carlos in the head, I wish I could take it all back. Looking at his tombstone now just justified that he was gone forever and was never coming back.

Thunder was heard off in the distance before rain actually came. It was still dark out and I was in no rush to return to Purgatory,so I just sat staring at the grave in the pouring rain. I don't know if I actually fell asleep or I just dozed off long enough to make myself feel like I was sleeping, but my vision was blurry when I was startled by the sound of my phone ringing.

"Hello..." I said in a groggy voice.

"Hello, girl, long time since we've talked."

I knew that voice from anywhere, but why was he calling me?

"Hey Dex. It's been awhile, how've ya been since you ran off like a little bitch?" I said with a smirk. My comment received a snort in response and then he continued to speak.

"If you're done with the pleasant remarks, I have something that could be of great value to you."

"Really? And what the hell would I want from you?"

"Your best friend comes to mind."

I was speechless, no words came out of my mouth when I tried to speak. How could Dex have Johnny? Johnny is alive? My mind was racing, one thing was for certain, trap or not, it was worth a shot to get my friend back.

"Meet me on the yacht in the harbor of Mission Beach, we can discuss things further then." That was all he said and then hung up. Did I mention before that I don't do boats? Last time being invited on a yacht didn't end so well, meaning it landed me in a coma for five years. I quickly called Pierce, but no answer, so I called Shaundi, again no answer. Well that's just fantastic, looks like I'll be going solo on this. I jacked a random car driving by. It was pretty beat up and had a rusted yellow frame, but a car was a car.

The closer I got to Mission Beach, the faster my heart was racing. This screamed trap, but I couldn't take the chance of loosing this opportunity. I parked the car diagonally, not really caring if I was actually between the spaces or not, and just sat there. I guess I was mentally preparing myself for what may or may not lie before me. It was probably another attempt for Dex to kill me, but this was just something I couldn't turn down. I stepped onto the pier and found the yacht Dex had mentioned. Well here goes nothing.

As I was led by two guards to a room at the end of the hall, I went over a mental check list of what I had on me. Guns, check. Knives, check. Mental preparedness, missing. They led me inside and then locked the door. Damn it, I'm already off to a bad start. But the door was suddenly opened and in walked a familiar, but hated face. Dex.

"I'm surprised you actually came."

"I'm surprised you haven't run away yet or tried to kill me." I snapped back. He just chuckled and made his way to the desk in the front of the room. "Please sit, I wish to discuss the matter of Mr. Gat." What was up with the formalities? Ultor really changed him. Dex signaled to one of his men, and they then left the room.

"Where is he?" I demanded. My tone was firm and I wasn't in the mood for games.

"Please, we are in no rush, let's take one thing at a time." He said throwing his hands up in a way to make me sit back down. Before I could respond, I heard the sound of struggling, and then the door burst open.

"Johnny?"