Main Cast:

Jason Morgan

Samantha McCall

Elizabeth Spencer

Lucky Spencer

Robin Scorpio

Patrick Drake

Kristina Davis

Maxie and Matt

Supporting Cast:

Sonny and Brenda Corinthos w/ Lucian

Carly Jacks and kids

Luke and Lulu Spencer

Nikolas and Brooke

Ric Lansing

The Quartermaines

Samantha McCall breathed in the salt air of the bay, listening to the water beat against the dock. She stared out into the darkness for a few minutes before ducking under the frayed, yellow police tape. The dried blood had mainly been washed away by the rain the night before, but some still lingered in the wood. She closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing with the first part of her mission. She had to keep reminding herself that this wasn't personal… It couldn't be. The agency had sent her and she couldn't disobey direct orders just because the case made her stomach churn.

All the evidence had either been collected already or destroyed by the elements. She was basically working a cold case. That didn't bother her. She had worked plenty of them in the past, especially as a rookie agent. The water was vicious below her and she knew that it would be freezing. Good thing he'd been dead before being thrown overboard. Hypothermia was a harsh way to die. She shook the irrelevant thoughts from her mind. She had to focus. She was damn good at what she did. He had trained her himself. She owed it to him to bring his killers to justice. Her form of justice, not theirs.

Sam pulled out her cell phone and began typing a text to her superior. She would need an in with the local law enforcement so that she would have some form of evidence to work with. It took only seconds for her to get a reply that included a name, Lucky Spencer, followed by the number to his private line. The name rang a vague bell in her head. She had seen his name somewhere during her research, but she couldn't pinpoint it without the file in front of her. She'd left all her paperwork in the small room she had rented above the local dive bar, Jake's.

She had left her credentials there as well so that she could blend in for the time being. It was that reminder that had her returning to the civilian side of the yellow strips. She really didn't need the hassle of being arrested on her first night in Port Charles. It was an unnecessary complication and she hated nothing more than complications when she was working a case. Sam was good at separating emotions and work. She never fell for the wrong guy or let an impassioned speech sway her from the hard evidence. This time was just a bit more difficult. She sighed as she forced herself to remember that this was nothing more. It was just a case. She would solve it and leave town, just like all the others. It didn't matter that the victim, Robert Scorpio, was her biological father.

Lucky Spencer studied the manila folder from front to back for what felt like the hundredth time before clicking off the small desk light that had been illuminating his living room. It wasn't often that he brought his work home with him, but this time it was personal. The victim was the father of an old friend and also happened to be his father's oldest confidante. He was getting no where and it had been a good two weeks. No leads had popped up in that time span. The evidence was leading him in circles. He sighed in frustration and ran his left hand through his already messy hair. He pushed the chair back and stood, pacing across the small room. It was at least five minutes before he looked up to find his wife watching him from the landing. "You're supposed to be asleep." He reminded her softly as he looked at his watch. It was twenty minutes after midnight.

"I dozed off for a little bit, but you know I can't sleep without you." Elizabeth murmured as she made her way down the stairs. She placed a hand on her growing stomach as she lowered herself to sit on the arm of the chair. "The boys are both completely passed out." She assured him with a soft smile. "It's this little one who's missing the sound of daddy's voice."

"I didn't mean to stay up so late."

"Robert's case?" Liz asked, even though she already knew the answer. This case was driving half the town crazy, Lucky especially. She wished she could come up with all the answers, but she knew she was pretty useless in this situation. "I spoke to Robin earlier today."

"Is she doing any better?" Lucky and Robin had known each other since they were kids. Their father's had been best friend and had often tried to play matchmaker. It had been a failed attempt to keep the capers alive. They hadn't remained as close over the years, especially once Lucky had gotten married and had two kids.

Elizabeth's smile turned sad and she stared down at her bulging belly. "Not really." She stayed silent for a few more seconds before continuing. "She's angry and I think she's feeling guilty for not keeping in close contact with him since he came back to town."

"Robert didn't make it easy." Lucky pointed out, speaking from experience. Luke and his friend were alike in many, many ways. Lucky knew first hand what it was like to come second to adventure and alcohol. "It wasn't all Robin's fault."

"I know." Liz whispered in defense. Her eyes pricked with tears and she tried to blink them away. "Stupid hormones." She muttered as she brushed at her cheeks. She wobbled to her feet and headed back towards the stairs. "I'm going back to bed."

"Elizabeth," Lucky reached for her hand. He was used to how sensitive she became while pregnant. He'd been through this twice before with her and the silliness of her random tears made his lips quirk up into a smile. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I'll be up in a moment." He promised as he pressed a kiss into the inside of her wrist. She still seemed to be pouting so he leaned up to press his lips to hers. "You're beautiful, sweetie. I know you're worried about Robin."

"I'm worried about you, too." Liz reminded him as her emotions began to normalize. "This case is twisting you into knots."

"I'll find this bastard soon. Then everything can go back to normal." Lucky promised quietly. He released her hand after giving her another quick kiss. He stayed where he was until she was safely up the steps and into their bedroom. He returned to his desk and gathered up the file, locking it in the middle drawer. He buried his face in his hands as the night fell onto his shoulders. He had to find this murderer and he had to do it fast. He couldn't risk his family any more than he already was.

Kristina paced the alley behind Kelly's anxiously. The tiny diner was closed for the night and very few people had keys. She was one of those few since her grandfather was the manager. She glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time. He was fifteen minutes late, which wasn't unusual for him. The boy was late for almost everything. She felt fingers wrap around her waist and she screamed, struggling to get loose even though the grip remained tight.

"Didn't your daddy ever tell you to keep your back guarded?" His voice teased with his lips against her ear. She spun around in his arms, looping hers loosely around his neck. "Sorry I'm late, doll face."

"You're always late." She teased back. He dipped his head and gave her a chaste kiss. She leaned back slightly, a smile playing across her painted lips. "Were you held up by a prior appointment?"

"You could say that." He muttered under his breath as he smile began to falter.

"Anyone that I know?"

He released her and stepped back, running a hand through his hair. It was habit that all the males in his family seemed to have. "Yeah." He admitted as he leaned back against the brick wall of the diner. He pulled a cigarette out of the pack he kept in his shirt pocket. He flipped the lighter and let the flame do its job. He inhaled deeply before blowing the smoke out slowly. "My father, Kristina."

"I'm not jealous." Kristina argued, already knowing what he was thinking. "I was just curious."

"Stop protesting so much." He murmured as he tugged on her wrist until she was pressed against his side, his arm around her waist and hers around him. "You'll start giving people the wrong idea."

"Oh really?" Kristina queried as she rested her head on his shoulder. She swiped the cigarette that dangled from his fingertips and inhaled before returning it. "What idea would that be?" The words came out in a cloud of smoke.

"That you might actually feel something for somebody." He pointed out as he dropped the cigarette and crushed it with his heel. "Why don't you use that key and get us out of the public eye." He brushed his lips across her pale neck. "I know how much you hate people keeping tabs on you and you know how your dad gets."

Kristina threw the back door open before turning to glare at him. "My father can go to hell."

Maxie Jones filled the two mugs with steaming water before placing a tea bag in each of them. Patrick had left an hour prior for his shift at the hospital and had that meant that she was on duty until he returned. She peeked around the corner and studied her favorite cousin for a moment. Robin was curled up in a ball at the corner of the couch. Her eyes were red from endless crying and the life seemed to be draining out of her with each passing second. Maxie sighed as she lifted the two mugs of tea. She felt so helpless. "Here, honey."

"I'm not thirsty." Robin murmured as she laid her head against the back of the couch. She had zero energy to do anything, especially if it meant giving a damn about something other than her father's death.

"You have to get something into you." Maxie argued as she sat on the other end of the sofa. She sipped her own tea before setting it down and turning to Robin. "Sweetie, he wouldn't want you to do this."

"How would you know?" Robin snapped as she jumped to her feet, suddenly too frustrated to sit still. "How would any of us know what the hell he'd want? He was gone all the freaking time." She enjoyed the rushes of anger. It was nice whenever she could feel anything other than guilt and the overwhelming grief. "You barely even knew what he looked like, Maxie; let alone what he'd want."

"I'm sorry." The blonde got to her feet as well, moving to grab her purse. She was obviously just making things worse.

Robin sighed as the tears began to burn her eyes again. The rage never lasted long enough. The pain always took over and she didn't know how to fight it. She could feel the moisture soaking her pale cheeks. "Oh, Maxie." She reached for her cousin, burying her head in the younger girl's shoulder. "I'm so sorry. Please, don't leave me." Robin begged through her sobs. "I'm sorry."

"Shh, its okay." Maxie promised as she hugged her cousin. Robin had always been the strong one, the one that Maxie went to when everything was falling a part. This was so out of her element. "I'm not going anywhere." It was the only thing she could swear to do and it was also the one promise she would keep or die trying. She wasn't going to let anyone else hurt Robin ever again.