For over three hours, Frisco had dug through files, both paper and computer, trying to pull together his final report. This mission had been a particularly nasty one, and there was a lot of information he needed to report and explain. The more cups of coffee he went through, the more frustrated he was becoming with his agents' notes. He silently cursed himself for putting all this work off for months.

A second waitress had come in, a young petite brunette. A young man followed shortly after her, he guessed was the brunette's boyfriend. It didn't take him long to recognize the young man. Lucky Spencer. He bore a strong resemblance to Luke and Laura.

The blonde was whispering with her companions. "I wonder who he is. He's been sitting there all morning, doing whatever it is he's doing."

"He looks familiar, I can't think of who he is. You said he's from Port Charles?"

Frisco assumed Lucky would have figured out who he was by now. Granted, they'd only met once or twice, but they weren't complete strangers. Especially since young Spencer was having to beat Maxie off with a stick, according to his younger daughter. Then again, Frisco Jones wasn't the first person anyone would expect to just show up in Port Charles.

"Yeah, he said he hadn't been here in awhile." She leaned closer to the other two. "One of the times I went over there to refill his coffee, he was looking at dead body photos."

"Eww!" the brunette said, scrunching up her nose. "How gross!"

Lucky looked pensive. "Maybe he's a writer. Could be research."

"Maybe. When I went over there, the folders said classified."

"Classified? Was there a department name on them?"

"WSB, I think. Never heard of it."

"World Security Bureau. Like the FBI or the CIA, only international. That's who Maxie's dad works for. He's a spy."

Frisco chuckled. The kid was so close…

"No way! Maxie's dad is a spy? I didn't know that! I thought he was just a deadbeat."

Bobbie hurried through the doors without a glance in Frisco's direction. He looked up and smiled at his former sister-in-law's bubbly demeanor, his eyes following her as she put her purse underneath the counter.

"Hi kids. How's it going?"

"Fine," Courtney answered. "He's been our only customer for awhile." She nodded in Frisco's direction.

Frisco glanced up long enough to see the recognition slowly pass across the redhead's face. He tried not to smile as the realization set in. "Frisco?" she asked softly, disbelieving. She rushed around the counter excitedly, ignoring the teens' confusion. "Frisco Jones, I can't believe you're here!"

He stood up and she jumped into his open arms, hugging him tightly. "It's good to see you, too, Bobbie."

She pulled away, still excited. "How long are you here for?"

He shrugged. "I don't know exactly. I've got at least two weeks worth of paperwork to do, and then I've got to go back to headquarters for some meetings before my next assignment."

Bobbie's excitement fell. "Oh, so you're not going to be here for long."

"Well, actually Sean's putting me in charge of the office here in Port Charles." He sighed dramatically. "It's a desk job."

Bobbie hugged him again. "That's wonderful, Frisco! Tony, Felicia and the girls will be so excited!"

He sat back down and gestured to the chair across from him. "I don't know about that," he replied regretfully.

She slipped into the chair. "Why?" she asked, concerned.

"I'm not sure they'd be excited that I'm coming home." Frisco flinched at the memory. Things between he and Tony had gone south again, Maxie hated him, he was nothing more than a voice on the phone to Georgie and he'd long since lost the lady of his heart. Yeah, they'd be real excited to have him back. "I've got a lot to make up for."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous. They'd love to have you home finally. Why do you think they wouldn't?"

"Tony and I aren't exactly on good terms right now. He's barely speaking to me. Maxie hates me and hasn't been shy about saying it. Georgie doesn't know me from Adam. And Felicia… Well, she belongs to someone else now," he said dejectedly.

Bobbie nodded knowingly. "I see." She leaned back in her chair and smiled. "Despite what Maxie may say, she still loves you. It'll just take a little time for her to get over it. If it makes you feel better, she's giving Felicia the same treatment right now. Like father, like daughter, as Tony tells me."

"Oh great," Frisco replied wearily, rubbing his eyes. "A little version of me at fifteen. Just what the world needs."

She chuckled. "So I've heard. I must say Frisco, obnoxious hellraiser certainly fits you," she teased, receiving an annoyed glare in response. "Maxie will get over it, Frisco. Georgie just needs time to get to know you. She loves hearing your stories. She's got an adventurous streak herself."

"And my brother? He's still mad at me for not being there for him during the whole Carly thing."

"He's forgiven you for everything else. He'll forgive you for that, if he hasn't already. Tony still needs his little brother."

Frisco crossed his arms. "Nothing changes the fact that Felicia-"

Bobbie finished his sentence for him. "Is now divorced. She and Mac split last year after she had an affair with Luke."

The hope was obvious in his eyes. "She's single?" He watched dumbfounded as his former sister-in-law nodded.

"You can ask her yourself," she said, waving to someone.

Frisco turned around to find his ex-wife standing in the doorway, his surprise mirrored in her face. He hadn't expected to see her and seeing him was definitely a shocker for her, he was sure. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. "Hello Princess," he said softly, a slight lopsided grin on his face.

Felicia returned his smile. "Hello yourself."

He stood to face her. "You're looking beautiful as always."

"You're looking good as well," she said, glancing at her feet. "It's good to see you. How long are you in town for?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm home," he answered, pausing. "That is, if I'm still welcome." He looked at her hopefully, his eyes almost begging for her approval.

She searched his eyes, looking for some sign of untruthfulness. Finding only sincerity, she pulled him into her arms. "Of course, you're welcome! It'll be so good to have you home finally!"

He pulled her tighter, not waiting to let her go. "It's good to be home." He released her and kissed her cheek. He felt her hand caress his cheek. To hell with it, he said to himself. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Neither noticed that Bobbie had left them and returned to her nephew and the waitresses.

She broke the kiss and pulled away shyly. "You left the WSB?"

"No, Sean's promoting me to the head of the Port Charles office," he said, putting his hands in his pockets.

She raised her eyebrows mockingly. "A desk job? You ready for that?"

He shrugged. "Believe it or not, yes, I am."

Felicia shook her head, sitting in the chair across from her former husband. "I don't believe it," she responded, flipping pointedly though some of the papers spread over the table, still grinning.

Frisco sat back down. "I'm tired of not having a home, living out of my office and my duffel bag. I'm tired of my daughters having someone else as a father. I'm tired of not having relationships with the people important to me. I'm just tired of all of it. I was ready to come home a long time ago. I wish I had."

"Why didn't you?"

"You don't want to know."

"Another woman?" she teased.

"Another man." At her shocked her expression, he added, "I couldn't stand Mac living what should've been my life. So I ran away, like I have everything else." He paused, waiting for a reaction. "I'm sorry, Felicia. I should've come home a long time ago. Hell, I shouldn't have left after Maxie's transplant."

Felicia reached for his hand. "I understood. I always have. You weren't ready to give up all the excitement and danger to stay at home and be a dad. I understand that very well."

It was Frisco's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Is that why you slept with," he could barely cough out the name, "Luke Spencer?"

"Maybe," she said, rolling her eyes. "I hadn't been doing very much PI work, and Mac always seemed to be working, I guess I was bored. Luke offered to help me with the research on Lila. I offered to help him find Lucky. It reminded me of all the adventures we used to have. He reminded me of the man I fell in love with."

"Please tell me you're referring to Mac and not me," he asked, a disgusted look on his face.

"He's not that bad, Frisco! I bet you two would get along really well. Trouble just seems to find both of you." She was amused with her ex-husband's discomfort.

"Gee, thanks."

"Are you really ready to come home, Frisco? I don't want the girls hurt when you decide you need to go back and save the world again."

"Yes, I'm ready. Besides, from what Sean's told me, I'd still get to do some field work. He's been talking about taking over a couple investigations he thinks the PCPD are over their heads in."

"Mac's not going to like that."

"That's what I thought originally, but I think he might not mind if it meant putting away…" He stopped suddenly. It was too easy to tell her everything. "I really shouldn't say any more. Let's just say it's not Mac that Sean's questioning."

"Scott Baldwin?"

He chuckled, knowing she'd figure it out. She would've made a great agent. "That was too easy."

"Are you going to take over the Alcazar investigation?"

"Nah, we'll let Baldwin muck that up. He's dead; we really don't care who killed him. Not out of that bunch."

She leaned forward and whispered, "Not even if it means convicting Sonny and Jason?"

"If it happens, it happens, although we're not holding our breath on that case. We will take them down, bury them under all the evidence. I guarantee it."

"Because you're just that good," she said sardonically.

"Of course. They don't call me the best for nothing," he said with a wink. "Hey, that's Lucky Spencer at the counter, right?" Felicia turned to look and then nodded. "Who is the girl with him?"

"Liz Webber, his girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend actually, I think. Steve and Audrey's granddaughter. Why?"

"Just curious. I like knowing who thinks they're talking behind my back. Or in front of me, in this case. Who's the other girl, Courtney?"

"AJ Quartermaine's wife. Also happens to be Sonny's sister."

"Poor girl."

"So, what's all this?" Felicia asked, referring to the scattered papers and laptop.

"Paperwork I've been putting off. Nearly a year's worth."

"I didn't think secret agents did paperwork."

"The Special Agent-In-Charge does most of it. I was promoted a year and half, maybe two years ago. Less fieldwork, more paperwork. Sean's idea of a bad joke."

"What do you mean?"

"Special Agent-In-Charge has to answer for everything that goes on during a mission. I was promoted because no one wanted me underneath them. Something about too many explosions."

Felicia couldn't help herself and laughed, earning her an annoyed glare from her ex-husband. "Sorry, sorry. I can see why Sean thought it would be funny."

"Yeah, well, I didn't think it was funny."

"Poor baby." She rubbed his cheek teasingly. Seeing his displeased look, she changed the subject. "Where are you staying?"

"I was kinda hoping Tony doesn't hate me enough to make me stay in a hotel."

"Tony doesn't hate you and you can stay with us. The girls would love to see you and you'd have plenty of privacy to get your paperwork done. The house is pretty much empty during the day and the girls have plenty of homework to do at night. It's a lot more private than this," she said, gesturing to the restaurant that was just beginning to fill with lunchtime customers.

"Wouldn't want to offend anyone with my dead body photos." Felicia knotted her brow in confusion. Frisco nodded towards Liz and Lucky. "Mission recovery photos. There were some casualties. That's what the three Musketeers over there were talking about."

"Let's grab lunch and get out of here. Wanna stop by the hospital to see Tony?"

He started to gather his files. "Sounds good to me. I've been waiting for him to get out of surgery. He should be done by now."

"Want some chili? Bobbie makes it almost as good as Ruby did."

"Great." He smiled.

"Okay," she said, scrunching her nose and walking to the counter.

Frisco watched as his love spoke to the feisty redhead. She turned around and smiled at him. He still loved her as much as the day he married her. He really should've come home a long time ago.