~REVEALING~
~ Chapter 2~
"Ok, sure thing Mr. Cassadine." V turned off her phone and muttered. "Indisposed my foot. Jax, just what are you up to?"
The pilot adjusted his hat and tapped V on the shoulder. "Senora Ardanowski, have you decided your destination?"
After hesistating for a moment, she answered. "Yes, Port Charles, New York, please?"
~PCPD~
Angel strolled into the interrogation room and crossed her legs in a certain way that made her dress much more revealing. She smirked at Mac as she blew some smoke in his direction.
"You know, smoking isn't aloud in here."
Angel lit up another cigarette. "Sue me...Mac, what am I doing here? I would think the Sorel investigation would be over. Roy DiLucca killed my father! He admitted it and two people saw him do it. So...why am I here?"
"This has nothing to do with the Sorel investigation."
"Oh really?" Angel closed the blinds and walked slowly to him. "I know what this is about. Your ex-wife moved to Texas, the DA hooked up with Scott Baldwin and every other woman in Port Charles is fawning over Sonny Corinthos or Jasper Jacks--"
"Including you--"
"Not anymore." Angel took off her dress and Mac helped her out of it. As he smoothed back her hair, he leaned in for a kiss. Angel slammed her fist into the desk. "Comm. Scorpio? Uh--Mac?"
"Huh?"
"Did you hear a word I said?"
Mac sighed. There was no way he could tell her the truth. "Yes."
Angel raised an eyebrow. "Well then what should I do?"
"I suggest you wait it out."
"Wait it out? I get a telephone call saying 'There's only one Sorel left and soon there will be none!' and I'm supposed to wait it out? My gut told me to go to Sonny about this, but no. I wanted to do the right thing and talk to you. I don't know why I'm so surprised. This is the PCPD. Inteligencia is not part of your vocabulary. Usted es hijo de una ramera..."
"What does that mean--" Angel screamed and slammed the door. "I think I covered that up pretty well."
~Ned's place~
"I'm sorry. I thought you were Skye."
AJ laughed and started to cough as she let him in. "Oh yeah, that explains it. You should give her a break. She's suffering from Quartermaine syndrome."
"My family's pretty messed up too, but I don't use it as an excuse to be a b*tch."
"Oh, whose you're family? From the sound it, I probably know them." AJ suddenly felt weak and rested his hand on the wall. Kristina walked around as if he didn't ask her a question. He decided it was best to change the subject. "Is Ned around?"
"At a meeting. Look, I'm sorry about not answering--"
"It's fine. I'm sure you have your reasons. And I don't know you well enough to expect an answer. I'm gonna go." AJ's cough crept in once more and if Kristina didn't catch him, he would've collapse.
"Are you ok? You want a poptart or something?"
AJ grinned for the first time in a long time. "It's ok. Just a throat thing."
Kristina felt his forehead and smirked. "Yeah, just a your-forehead-feels- like-lava thing!"
AJ started to protest as she sat him on the couch. "I'm fine, really Christine..."
"It's Kristina, and you're not fine. You have a fever. Stay put! I'm gonna make you some tea."
"You don't have to do this."
"I want to. I have nothing better to do."
"Oh, that makes me feel all warm and cuddily." Kristina smiled at him and headed to the kitchen.
~PC Grille~
Ned fixed his tie and rushed over to the table and sat down. "I'm sorry I'm so late. Traffic--"
The woman finished her drink and smiled softly. "Oh, I just got here myself. You ran up here?"
"I was eager to meet the person who gave all that money to L&B."
"Well now you know. The mystery's over."
"I'm not so sure." Ned squinted his eyes.
The woman chuckled. "I forgot I had this on." The woman removed her hat and pushed her sunglasses down. "Now do you recognize me?"
"Man, I haven't seen you in a while!"
~ Chapter 2~
"Ok, sure thing Mr. Cassadine." V turned off her phone and muttered. "Indisposed my foot. Jax, just what are you up to?"
The pilot adjusted his hat and tapped V on the shoulder. "Senora Ardanowski, have you decided your destination?"
After hesistating for a moment, she answered. "Yes, Port Charles, New York, please?"
~PCPD~
Angel strolled into the interrogation room and crossed her legs in a certain way that made her dress much more revealing. She smirked at Mac as she blew some smoke in his direction.
"You know, smoking isn't aloud in here."
Angel lit up another cigarette. "Sue me...Mac, what am I doing here? I would think the Sorel investigation would be over. Roy DiLucca killed my father! He admitted it and two people saw him do it. So...why am I here?"
"This has nothing to do with the Sorel investigation."
"Oh really?" Angel closed the blinds and walked slowly to him. "I know what this is about. Your ex-wife moved to Texas, the DA hooked up with Scott Baldwin and every other woman in Port Charles is fawning over Sonny Corinthos or Jasper Jacks--"
"Including you--"
"Not anymore." Angel took off her dress and Mac helped her out of it. As he smoothed back her hair, he leaned in for a kiss. Angel slammed her fist into the desk. "Comm. Scorpio? Uh--Mac?"
"Huh?"
"Did you hear a word I said?"
Mac sighed. There was no way he could tell her the truth. "Yes."
Angel raised an eyebrow. "Well then what should I do?"
"I suggest you wait it out."
"Wait it out? I get a telephone call saying 'There's only one Sorel left and soon there will be none!' and I'm supposed to wait it out? My gut told me to go to Sonny about this, but no. I wanted to do the right thing and talk to you. I don't know why I'm so surprised. This is the PCPD. Inteligencia is not part of your vocabulary. Usted es hijo de una ramera..."
"What does that mean--" Angel screamed and slammed the door. "I think I covered that up pretty well."
~Ned's place~
"I'm sorry. I thought you were Skye."
AJ laughed and started to cough as she let him in. "Oh yeah, that explains it. You should give her a break. She's suffering from Quartermaine syndrome."
"My family's pretty messed up too, but I don't use it as an excuse to be a b*tch."
"Oh, whose you're family? From the sound it, I probably know them." AJ suddenly felt weak and rested his hand on the wall. Kristina walked around as if he didn't ask her a question. He decided it was best to change the subject. "Is Ned around?"
"At a meeting. Look, I'm sorry about not answering--"
"It's fine. I'm sure you have your reasons. And I don't know you well enough to expect an answer. I'm gonna go." AJ's cough crept in once more and if Kristina didn't catch him, he would've collapse.
"Are you ok? You want a poptart or something?"
AJ grinned for the first time in a long time. "It's ok. Just a throat thing."
Kristina felt his forehead and smirked. "Yeah, just a your-forehead-feels- like-lava thing!"
AJ started to protest as she sat him on the couch. "I'm fine, really Christine..."
"It's Kristina, and you're not fine. You have a fever. Stay put! I'm gonna make you some tea."
"You don't have to do this."
"I want to. I have nothing better to do."
"Oh, that makes me feel all warm and cuddily." Kristina smiled at him and headed to the kitchen.
~PC Grille~
Ned fixed his tie and rushed over to the table and sat down. "I'm sorry I'm so late. Traffic--"
The woman finished her drink and smiled softly. "Oh, I just got here myself. You ran up here?"
"I was eager to meet the person who gave all that money to L&B."
"Well now you know. The mystery's over."
"I'm not so sure." Ned squinted his eyes.
The woman chuckled. "I forgot I had this on." The woman removed her hat and pushed her sunglasses down. "Now do you recognize me?"
"Man, I haven't seen you in a while!"