"Maxie!!"

Maxie groaned as she got up from the desk and walked into Kate's office. The woman had been punishing her all day for being late. "Yes, Kate?"

Kate tossed a folder at Maxie that she barely caught.

"Take that to Sonny. I require his signature on those documents. Apparently, in order to expand my house it has to be alright with him"

She didn't bother to argue with her. She knew it'd get her nowhere. Instead she simply nodded her head and took off for Sonny's. Maxie arrived about twenty minutes later, walking inside to find no Max or Milo. Maxie found that a little odd, but walked into the living room anyway. As she did, she saw Sonny raise a gun at someone and at first she couldn't make out who. But as the identity of the person hit her, Maxie's eyes went wide. She heard Dante ask Sonny if he wanted to add cop-killer to his list of crimes.

"Goodbye Detective"

Goodbye?! No, No, She couldn't let that happen! Maxie burst through the doors in enough time to see Sonny shoot Dante, and Dante fall to the ground. She felt like her heart had literally stopped, like she couldn't breathe. She rushed over to Dante, throwing the paperwork somewhere and taking off her jacket, applying pressure to the wound with it.

Olivia ran in and began screaming at Sonny, claiming that he'd just shot his own son. Now Maxie felt like throwing up, someone as wonderful as Dante belonged to a scumbag like Sonny?! She pressed down harder to keep the blood from spilling out everywhere. "Dante! Dante!" she yelled, through tears wishing he'd just say something. God, she had known something would go wrong.

"Quit your yellin', woman" he managed to get out, although staying awake was becoming increasingly hard to do.

'I'll quit yelling, when you quit bleeding. God, you're such an idiot. I told you this would happen, but did you listen?! NO!"

"I..never..listen..when..you're..bein'..all..irrational"

The spacing between his words frightened her, he couldn't pass out. He'd probably never wake up.

"Okay, listen to me—listen to me really well. You have to stay awake"

"I..love..ya..blondie"

Maxie felt tears well up in her eyes and one fell from her eye onto his blood stained shirt. "I love you, too" She told him, as her voice cracked. She saw recognition in his eyes that he'd heard her and then? Nothing, his eyes closed and his head rolled to the side slightly. "Dante?! Dante?! Baby?! Wake up!" she yelled, hysterical as she shook him gently. "Where's the goddamn ambulance?!!"

It wasn't long before the paramedics arrived and took him away from her, loading him into the ambulance. As it pulled away and headed for General Hospital, Maxie felt an uncontrollable amount of rage inside her towards Sonny Corinthos. The police hadn't arrived yet oddly enough. She went back into the house and spotted an entire pool of Dante's blood on the floor. Sonny was staring at it—as if deciding how to clean it—Mr. Clean or Pine Sol. "You son of a bitch!" she screamed, as her hands pounded into his chest. "You shot him! You shot him for doing his job!"

"He was a cop, Maxie. I didn't know he was my son"

"So what? That makes it all better?! My bad, I shot you because I didn't know you were my son! Do you know how stupid that sounds?!"

"It's the truth"

"No, the truth is that you think you're better than the rest of us. You think you're above the law and someone was finally going to put you down like the DOG you are, so you shot him. End of story. So hey, since you shot Dante for trying to take you down? Why not shoot me, huh? I mean I'm going to talk, squeal on you"

"I'm not going to shoot you, Maxie. You aren't going to say anything and you know it"

"Fine" She said, grabbing the gun he'd shot the man she loved with. "How about I shoot you then?" She asked, as she brought the gun up about the same level he'd had it on Dante.

"You're not going to shoot me, Maxie. Why? Because I shot him?! I didn't know he was my flesh and blood!"

"SHUT UP ALREADY! SHUT UP! You shouldn't be shooting cops—period! You live by some kind of insane code that people who are rats have to die. They're lives aren't important—the people that love them don't matter. As long as you get to slink around town with your whores and run drugs through Port Charles, everything's okay" She scoffed, as she cocked the gun.

"Maxie, don't do this. You'll regret it for the rest of your life—you aren't a killer"

A gunshot rang out, followed by a thud.

"Did you kill Sonny?!" Lulu asked, a look of horror painted on her features.

"What?! NO!"

"But there was a gunshot and then someone fell down to the ground!"

"Yes, Sonny got SHOT. But I didn't kill him and it was actually an accident, I swear on Georgie's memory it was! I was all set to shoot him and then I dropped the gun on the floor and the thing went off and shot him in the leg!"

"The gun fired when you dropped it and shot him in the leg?!"

"Yes!!" The smaller blonde screamed, as she looked at her best friend. She hadn't meant to actually shoot him or play a part in things. She just wanted him to be scared for his life, the way she was for Dante!

"So how did you get covered in his blood? Well...I tried to stop the bleeding. But it must've hit something like an artery or a vein or whatever you have that bleeds because it was like blood EVERYWHERE!"

"Oh my god…Maxie…did you tell Lucky this or Mac or anyone??"

"No, I've been too worried about Dante and I came straight here from Sonny's. I mean well I waited for the ambulance to cart him off and then came here. I can tell Mac when I know Dante's still breathing, Okay? It's not like it's not true or something. Forensics' can use all their little beeping machines and laser beams to prove it"

Lulu sighed and turned away from her for a moment. She ran her hand through her golden blonde locks and closed her eyes. Something told her? It wasn't going to be that simple, not by a long shot. "I have a bad feeling about this"