Special hug for my reviewer OG88, I am so glad you seem to have liked the first chapter. Also a special hug for my follower, Kayla143. I can only hope I'm conveying the characters canon to the show's universe as accurately as possible. Lucky sort of took over this chapter? God, I hope to hell I'm writing his POV at least partially accurate. Also, I have no idea how the actual procedures and protocol would go for a hostage situation. I wrote what the muse leaned towards, and I pray to God it's at least half assed realistic. I apologize to anyone who doesn't like this or finds people to be badly OOC. I'm trying, this idea just came to me when they showed the whole big bad as being Frank Smith. The idea started then and hasn't quit bugging me yet. So this part, their reunion as a family, is one of two parts and it is totally AU. Meaning that it deviates from the show a good bit I'm afraid.

Anyway, another chapter for you! And it's going to be in two parts, I think, because the next chapter, I fully intend on having Arielle meet the rest of her interesting and occasionally insane family. I love Spencer drama, it's always outrageous! Okay, so eventually I wanna pair off Arielle.. I'm torn quite a few different ways because there's Nathan (yummeh) and there's the fact that I've left Coop and Logan alive (double yummeh) and then there's Morgan Corinthos (also yummeh). If anyone can think of who she'd go best with, feel free to drop a suggest for chemistry testing, I'm sure I can work them into my chapters somehow.

TWO

(ARIELLE'S POV – CONTINUED, APPROX. 3 days later)

To the best of my recollection, we were moved again after I blacked out. My father was literally thisclose and somehow, Frank's men and Tommy, acting on Frank's orders given prior to his death, they got the drop on my father and grandfather and my uncle. There was a gunfight or something, I remember that much, waking up at one point and hearing shots being fired.

I tried to stay awake, I tried to fight it off but I think that the last time the idiots behind all this moved us, I put up an even bigger fight than I had the time or two before and they'd shot me up with some kind of tranquilizer or something.. I just felt.. Drowsy.. Sort of like the few times when I was at my lowest and had a really nice two week long bender on the booze, just after I found out my daughter died and I'd lost literally everyone and everything I cared about.. It was like this but worse.. The headache was almost so bad that it felt like my scalp hurt. That was probably from being knocked out a time or two, being knocked around throughout all this. But the feeling that I'd been drugged, that remained, even now as I was waking again. The lights weren't much brighter in this new place.. But it kinda felt familiar? Like I should know exactly where the hell I am right now, but thanks to the shitty lighting, I can't really tell.

I felt myself being hauled up off the ground roughly. Gunshots and yelling echoed out in the hallway and as soon as I heard Tommy's lazy Boston accent, I groaned inwardly. He must have slipped out in all the chaos.. Taking a page from daddy's book, I'd reckon, he was letting all his goons do the work while he tried to make away and escape.

'Not this time, son of a bitch. You owe me something huge and one way or another, if it damn near kills me or actually does kill me, I'm gonna get it.' my mind was willing me to hold out. I knew I was weaker than Tommy and that he had the size and speed advantage right now, but I was not going to let him win out over me again. Not this time, not after all the hell I've let him put me through in the past, not after everything he took from me, the only thing I really ever wanted.

I bit down into the flesh between his neck and his shoulder hard enough to bring blood to the surface but not hard enough to actually break the skin. But it was enough to distract him and give me at least five seconds of a head start. But I saw the gun and every rotten thing I've ever endured at his hands came back to haunt me. Losing my daughter came back to me and yes, I stopped and picked it up, checked the chamber.

Two shots.

I'm not an expert marks-woman or anything, but I figured at this range, I could at least fire off a shot that would temporarily dissuade him from attempting to follow me for a few good minutes, long enough for me to figure out which room my brother is in and hopefully, get him the hell out.

I aimed and shot. The first shot I fired missed Tommy's leg by a hair. The second shot connected and as soon as he hit the ground clutching his leg, I took off at a run, stopping about halfway down the corridor, picking up a dropped gun.

No bullets.

I threw it down and kept up my run. I peeked in doors, I found no sign of my little brother and my stomach was literally churning by now. I was operating solely on adrenaline and bottled up rage by now. I turned the corner of the corridor, sliding a little, stumbling and I collided with someone.

Before I even got a chance to run like hell, which by this point, I was doing with anyone and everyone who might approach me, I'd decided, the guy lifted me up and started to run down the corridor and out of the abandoned factory with me, into the daylight. I fought him like hell, but he kept a firm grip on my legs and once we were outside, he stood me on my own feet again. I screamed at him for a good two or three minutes about how my brother and my father were still inside the damned building, and I even tried to fight my way free, even though the adrenaline was wearing off now and I personally felt like crap spread over a cracker.

"Your father has your brother and your uncle.. Your grandfather is over there, talking to one of the locals. Your father told me to make sure you don't go back in, because we disarmed one of the bombs but we're not sure if there are any more of them or any more men working with Frank. Calm down." the guy stated as he held my gaze intently, this firm and sort of commanding look in his greenish blue eyes as he spoke. I recognized him, he'd been into the nightclub a time or two, mostly when a brawl got too far out of hand and the cops got called.. I remember thinking that if only I had the better luck then maybe I'd have met this guy first as opposed to Tommy, the son of a bitch I'm currently dying to get my hands on or empty a few bullets into..

It's weird what you remember when you're grasping at straws and fighting like hell to stay conscious and functional in case you have to do something..

This guy, Nathan, -I think he told me his name was one time when he came into the bar,- he kept a firm yet gentle grip on me as he ran through the alley beside the factory and out into the parking lot where there were other squad cars and an EMT standing by. I tried fighting his grip but I couldn't really and it was starting to piss me off. I needed to get to my father, I needed to tell him that one of those bastards had taken Jake to another room, that they mentioned something about a bomb and my father making a choice or something along those lines when I was sort of in between groggy spells earlier.

And my problem with authority and not having any control over the outcome of a situation kicked in and I tried again to run back through the bright yellow caution tape up all around us. But the loss of blood and my adrenaline rush wearing off combined and I sank down to the ground sort of.

I vaguely remember being carried to the ambulance on standby and put onto a stretcher and someone telling one of the on call EMT's, "Hey Hayes.. Keep an eye on the blonde hellion here. She's hurt and weak, doesn't need to go back into that abandoned building.. But if she gets it in her head, she'll most likely try it." before it all faded, blurred and then went black again.

And I realized in that moment just how much I hate being alone in my own mind. Everything just came swarming back to me, how it was all somehow my fault, I mean it had to be. There were no two ways around it. If I'd never met Tommy then maybe Frank wouldn't have went after my birth father and his family.

'Or if you'd actually given in to that really low point in your life after you lost your daughter and just ended it and given in to the grief and the nobody would be in danger right now. Now you might just lose your family before you even get a chance to be a part of it at last.' came the internal taunts of my mind, laughing, repeating..

I ignored it. I'm stronger than that. I will make it through anything life throws at me and even if I don't land on my feet, I'll get back up again and take another swing or two. I will get past all this and I will bring my daughter home. I focused on the building, willing my father and my grandfather to come out, thinking that would keep me from having another spell. It didn't. But I came to a little quicker this time. And when I did come to, i promptly tried to rush the building again. That same cop from before, Nathan, he saw me and grabbed me before I could get too far, guided me back to the ambulance.

The EMT on standby said quietly, "They're gonna come out alright. Spencers are not easy to kill. Never have been. My dad and your grandpa.. They kinda tried to do one another in a time or two over the years." as he eyed me. I raised a brow, he introduced himself. "Logan.. You work at that bar, right?"

"Yeah.. I'm Arielle." I answered, not even tearing my eyes from the building, waiting anxiously.. This has to end well. If anything happens to the family I've wanted to meet for so long but never had the courage to.. I don't think I can really take it, knowing that something I stupidly did in the past was the cause of all this.. I mean it just feels like this is all my fault..

They will be okay. They have to be okay. I finally have a chance to bond with my birth father and get to know the rest of my family, damn it. They have to be okay. It was almost a frantic urgence the way I kept repeating that statement to myself, over and over and over..

(LUCKYS POV )

At first we thought that Jake and Arielle were still in Canada, closer to one of Frank Smith's old business fronts, one of the warehouses nearby the one we were told that Jake and Arielle were in and we actually raided with the help of some of my fellow agents only to find it empty..

It was almost 4 pm that afternoon when we figured out that Frank's men moved Jake and Arielle all the way back to Port Charles. I guess Frank's men were acting on his previous orders and ignoring his son for the moment.

The first few hours were nerve wracking to say the least, but I put the time to good use.. I looked into my daughter, I realized that this Tommy guy basically preyed on her. That Tommy filled her head full of lies about what he could do, what kind of guy he was and what he was capable of.

But the thing that pissed me off the most was when I realized that Frank knew somehow who she was long before Tommy did.. And he basically used his son to get his hooks into Arielle without his son even being wise to the fact. That my daughter was a pawn in one of Frank's retaliation schemes against the family. You bet your ass I was angry when I pieced everything together.

We'd gotten back to Port Charles, where I'd received a tip about Jake and Arielle being held, and every single second I spent in PCPD trying not to go insane felt like a second that I was essentially useless. But my hands were tied until we got solid proof that they were actually where we were told they'd be.

That proof came about an hour ago and out the door I went, I was on autopilot. I don't even really remember saying anything to anyone, just throwing my badge for PCPD and my DEA creds down on the desk and grabbing the only shotgun in sight out of the PCPD gun case. I was more than a little surprised when one of the new guys, Dante's partner Nathan and my DEA partner, Coop decided to come along.

Dante basically had to stick my father in holding, at the urging of both my mother and Tracy, who was furious that Luke hadn't just told her what was going on and had left. Ethan was threatened with a cell several times until his girlfriend Kristina convinced him that maybe waiting by the phones and helping keep the women calm was the better option for him.

I'd just gotten to my SUV and was about to pull out of the parking garage when Coop ran over and knocked on the window, Detective Nathan West in tow. "You're gonna need backup, Lucky."

"I know. I would have called after I got there and scouted that abandoned factory." I stated calmly, eying the rookie detective sitting in the backseat of my SUV.. Did he have some kind of connection to my daughter or was he just a guy doing the right thing?

"You don't have to scout it. I know the layout." the rookie detective Nathan stated. Coop nodded and then pointed out, "It's right next to that warehouse that Michael got shot in.. The failed hit on Sonny? There's a broken window on the lower level, we're always busting vagrants and teenagers getting high in it. Or that's what Dante said as soon as he found the address after that last call from Arielle's phone to the tip hotline.. This guy, Lucky, it's probably Tommy, Frank's kid. He wants payback. He's not gonna just roll out the welcome mat."

"He's not really going to have a choice when I kick down his front door now is he?" I asked Coop calmly. Coop nodded and then said "Just be cool about it. And let us call for backup. Let us help you, Lucky."

I nodded. The calmer side of me, the more rational and law abiding side knows that yes, both Detective West and my partner Coop have their valid points. And Coop was with the bomb squad for a while, he is someone I want to have on my side if there's a bomb or explosives anywhere in the vicinity.

I'm not sure about this new guy, West, but Dante says he's one of the good guys. The position I'm in, I guess I have to take his word for it. I grumbled when I spotted a familiar car falling in behind us and saw my father behind the wheel. "What the hell is he doing?" I grumbled out loud as we sped through traffic, and about five seconds later, we were sitting in the parking lot behind the abandoned factory, blending in with the traffic at some new barbecue place that's apparently opened up in my absence.

"If we take them from the back they won't know we're here until it's too late." Coop pointed out after a few seconds. My father parked and got out, I rolled down my window, my father shrugged and I swore. "Seriously, dad?"

"Do not start with me, Cowboy. This started with me, son, it's gonna end with me."

"Yes, but those are my kids in there." I pointed out, trying not to just jump out and shake the old man. I know he has every right to be there, but I also know that if he goes in there, if something happens to him because he was helping me, I won't get over it easily, if I ever get over it at all. My father and I might have a strained relationship but he is my father and I don't want to bury him.

"Feels kinda weird.. Bein on the right side of the law for once." my father mused as he grabbed the handgun from his car and tucked it away out of sight.

We started up towards the back of the building and just as we were about to go in, all hell broke loose. Coop slipped away and called for backup and came back a second later, barely missing his own bullet wound. We took out the guys hidden around outside, or at least injured them sufficiently enough that they were out of commission for the duration and we slipped inside.

I heard a shriek and I also heard a child's scream from the other end of the hallway. I kicked open the first door, the one I'd heard the child's scream behind. The man was just about to chain him to a chair that sat on top of a yet to be activated bomb. I shot the man and he slumped downward, holding his midsection. I ran to Jake and grabbed him, inspecting him and making sure he was okay. "They has a girl." Jake said quietly, and I nodded. I hugged him and then said quietly, "I need you to go with this guy, he's one of the good guys. If anything happens, son, run out of here and hide. Just promise me, Jake.. Do not come back into this building. I don't wanna lose you, tiger."

Jake nodded and Coop took him outside as quickly as he could. Most of the men were taken out while we were outside, so we'd bought ourselves a good ten minute window if I had to guess. Either way, we had it relatively simple as we slipped down the corridors, peeking into rooms and closets, finding nothing and no one in any of them.

It was the last room on the hallway when all hell broke loose again. One of the guys from outside had managed to get back in, he'd managed to alert two other of Frank's men and we had to get around them. I heard the sounds of a struggle and I saw Frank's son Tommy trying to get Arielle back into a room and onto a chair similar to the one they'd been about to strap Jake to a few minutes before.

The gunfight started almost the second his second in command saw me, and this apparently gave Tommy time to slip out a doorway hidden in the back of the room, dragging Arielle away with him. I fired off shots, ran in after them.

If my dad hadn't noticed that the bomb for Arielle was actually set to detonate in ten minutes and Coop hadn't rushed back in and told me that Liz showed up to take Jake, that Jake was safe and secure with my mother and Liz and Lulu outside the building, the whole damn factory probably would have blown sky high. Luckily, it was a pressure bomb like the one they'd had my brother Ethan rigged up to.

Coop set to work disarming that bomb and Dante and the others who'd come as backup started to work clearing the perimeter outside the abandoned factory and sending a few more bomb squad team members into the building. I went after Tommy, the little bastard.

Like I said before, this started with me, this was going to end with me. I'd just turned a hallway and I collided with my father who told me that he saw Nathan West carrying Arielle out and that we needed to get the hell out of the building now because he heard the bomb squad saying they'd found a bigger bomb already in detonation mode and they were trying to disarm it now. As soon as I heard that Arielle was safely out of the building too, my father and I ran out.

But on my way out, I happened to see Tommy lying in the hallway, he'd been shot in the leg. I leaned over him and said with a calm smirk, "You're under arrest, asshole."

"You can't convict a dead man, Spencer."

He smirked and I shrugged and said "Yeah, well, I can always finish him off." as I held the gun in my hands to his head. I was just a second away from pulling the trigger before Dante stepped out from behind Tommy and held his gun to the back of Tommy's head and said calmly, "Drop your gun. Or you won't make it to Pentonville."

"Go ahead.. Arrest me, officers. But it's like I said.. You cannot convict a dead ma n."

I slammed him against the wall and cuffed him, dragged him out of the building and over to the nearest available squad car that didn't already have a body or two sitting in it's backseat awaiting a ride to PCPD holding.

And then, I walked over to the ambulance where my daughter sat on a stretcher arguing with one of the medics.

Jake ran at my legs and I picked him up and then asked "Do you remember me?"

He shrugged and muttered quietly, "I think so." as he hugged me as tightly as those two little arms would grab. We walked over to the ambulance and for a few minutes I really couldn't think of anything to say to her.. I mean I spent all this time after Summer told me that somewhere out there I had a daughter, she'd given her up for adoption without even telling me she'd ever been pregnant.. I'd spent so much time looking for this daughter I'd pretty much given up hope on ever actually meeting so maybe there really weren't any words.

Finally, I went with the only thing I could really think of doing and I hugged her too. The hug broke, I admitted quietly, "This is not how I pictured things going when I finally found you and met you."

For a second, she gaped at me. I think she was honestly shocked that I'd known about her. I went on to tell her, "Your mom.. She came back to town just before she died.. She told me about you, she told me about this Tommy guy you were seeing at the time. How she couldn't actually do anything to stop you from making a serious mistake because she signed over all rights to you when she adopted you.. We actually tried to find you together before she died. I kept looking.."

Arielle nodded quietly, admitted a few seconds later, "I found out who you were when I was 18.. I wanted to come and meet you then, I was just.. I was afraid that maybe you might not have wanted a kid? I mean my mom hardly ever talked about you, I think it hurt too much or something.. But its' one of the actual reasons I moved here."

I nodded and then told her that Tommy was not going to be an issue anymore. That if the law didn't uphold it's end, I'd just end the little prick. She shocked me with her next words.. "I wanna end him too, sir.. But he's worth more alive than he is dead. He.. He had my daughter stolen from the hospital, sold her to someone. She's out there somewhere and I can't do anything to find her because he knows where she is.."

"He'll talk.. Trust me.. When I come down on him with everything the DEA has on both him and his father, he'll be more than willing to talk. What's he mean though, we can't convict a dead man?"

"He was either undercover at one point and working the DEA from the inside for his father or he was in witness protection.. The name they gave him, Thomas Perry, was an alias.. And officially, Thomas Perry died about two years ago. Tommy Smith never died though, but if father was anything like son good luck proving he ever existed in the first place." Arielle mused thoughtfully as she winced. "I hate hospitals." she admitted after a few minutes. I nodded in agreement. "Me too, Arielle."

"I'm going to find her, sir.. My daughter. I don't care what it takes. Now that I know she's alive, I'm going to find her."

I nodded. For me, I was just glad that I'd gotten Jake back and found Arielle after all the failed attempts at searching for her after Summer died, only finding dead ends and cold leads. I finally have the family I've always wanted.

I can't wait until things settle down and slow down and we're actually able to bond with each other, when I'm actually able to re bond with Jake. Jake was barely three when he was supposedly killed. He's been gone for almost 6 years now. I've missed huge chunks of his life already.

I missed nearly all of my daughter's life.

But it's not too late to build a family.. Or rebuild one. My father walked over and laughing, he nodded to Arielle then said "She was trying to punch her way outta restraint."

I laughed a little.

Something tells me that everything that lies ahead for the Spencer family is going to be interesting.. Hopefully there won't be any more matters of life and death for the remainder of my life. I know if things slow down my father will go insane, but I've been running full throttle for nearly 6 years now, that's how long I was in deep cover in Frank Smith's organization.

Now I think maybe coming home, settling into a dull routine.. Maybe it's high time I do that.