Kelly's diner had exactly four other people in the entire joint other than Sam. There was an older man behind the counter and one teenage waitress with black hair that seemed to be of Latin lineage. The waitress had introduced herself as Penny. There was a younger guy with shoulder length brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail that Sam could hear had an Australian accent. An African American girl wearing hospital scrubs sat at the table with him. She was obviously one of those girls that was always cheerful about everything. The kind of girl that grated Sam's nerves. She tapped her finger atop the folder marked confidential. Why would any decent cop want to discuss a top secret case in a public venue? Wouldn't an interrogation room at the police station have been more appropriate? The bells above the door jingled and Sam looked up to see a younger guy with shaggy, dirty blonde hair. A badge was hanging around his neck from a small chain and she could see the gun on his hip despite his jacket covering it. She got to her feet and forced a professional smile. She hated sharing cases. "Detective Spencer."

"Sam McCall, I presume. I'm Lucky Spencer." He extended his hand to shake hers before sitting across the table from her. He waved at the Australian before refocusing. "You already knew that though."

"The badge gave you away and it's my job to know who I'm working with." Sam pointed out with a stiff tone. This man wasn't her friend. He was a glorified informant. "I just need everything you have on the Robert Scorpio murder and then I'll be out of your hair." She finished off her coffee and didn't bother ordering another. She was hoping that he would just concede and she could be on her way. She really didn't have the patience for a small town cop to be interfering.

"Only if you give me what you have." Lucky leaned back in his chair as he realized that she wasn't going to cooperate easily. She was one of those lone wolf types that flew solo and worked constantly. As opposed to him, a family man who had other priorities than work. "This case is personal to me, to most of this town. The victim was a legend around here. You're not doing this without me."

Sam could feel her frustration bubbling. She didn't have time for this and she couldn't exactly announce that the case was personal for her too. She wasn't going to spill her guts to some stubborn cop that she'd just met. Yeah, her dad was a legend in Port Charles, but she was his best kept secret. The only two living people, other than those at the agency, that knew about the connection was Anna Devane and Sam's half-sister, Robin. That was exactly why she couldn't start explaining. This was Robin's town. It was up to her whether people knew the truth or not and Sam hadn't had a chance to stop in yet.

"That's the best offer that you're going to get from me, McCall." Lucky pulled an envelope out of the inside pocket of his jacket. "Most of your information is in here. You decide whether you take it or not." He laid it on the table and leaned back again. He was quick enough to stop her if she tried to snatch it and run. He ran a hand through his hair, nodding at his brother, Ethan, when he exited the diner. He had such ties to this town and couldn't imagine ever leaving. His family was here, his friends were here. The woman across the table from him was a stranger, an outsider. That automatically triggered distrust. Usually the strangers they got were enemies of Sonny Corinthos' organization and that only brought trouble to everyone.

"Stop looking at me like I'm about to pull a gun and mass murder the civilians." Sam snapped as she leaned forward and let her voice drop to a harsh whisper. She really didn't need witnesses if it became necessary to kick this punk's ass. "I'm a freaking good agent, Spencer. I only do what I have to. I hate casualties and they rarely happen on my watch." She brushed the waitress off when she came to check on her only remaining customers. Penny smiled despite the subtle rudeness. She left them alone which meant that no one else was in earshot. It didn't make Samantha any less suspicious and cautious. "I just want to find the bastard that killed Robert."

"You knew him." She could hear the surprise in his voice. Hadn't he paid attention at all? Robert had joined his friend, Frisco, at the agency about twenty years prior. Now Frisco's wife, Felicia, was back to work there as well. The three former Port Charles residents were the closest thing that Sam had ever had to a real family after her mother, Charlotte McCall, had died when Sam was a barely thirteen. Frisco had taken her in while Robert was away. Not that most people knew quite all that. They at least knew though that she had worked closely with Robert.

"He trained me. We were very close and his death has devastated the agency." Sam's tone remained professional and detached. She couldn't let herself get too involved, especially with some cop that wasn't going to cooperate with her. Emotions would be dealt with on her own time.

Lucky sighed, leaning back in his chair. There wasn't much that he could say as a response. He wasn't going to just hand her the investigation, but obviously it was important to her and the other agents that had worked closely with Robert over the years. "I'm a good cop." It was a subtle hint that she could trust him. A mistake that she very rarely made. "This is my case. I want to find this psychopath just as badly as you do."

"Fine." Sam snapped bitterly, tossing the folder in Lucky's direction. She grabbed the envelope as she got to her feet. She threw some money onto the table, more than enough to cover the bill and tip. "I'll be in touch." She pushed the swinging doors open forcefully, blowing out an exasperated breath. She really, really couldn't stand small town cops.

Jason Morgan walked into the giant mansion that his best friend and business partner, Sonny Corinthos, had bought for his ex-wife, Carly. His two older boys visited often and Lucian was constantly underfoot. The foyer had two large closets and a stairwell leading to the second floor staff quarters. A set of double doors led to the living room where Sonny's desk sat against the wall by the doors with a giant mirror behind the chair. A wet bar was placed by the French doors that led to the patio. An overstuffed couch and two matching chairs surrounded the black, glass top coffee table. A giant television rested upon an extensive entertainment center. There was a fireplace built into the wall by the steps that led to the second floor bedrooms. The kitchen was to the left of the patio doors. There were two other chairs by the bookcase and fireplace, which was Brenda's favorite place to relax after Lucian was in bed. He could see Michael and Morgan out in the backyard. The eldest was practicing soccer while the small brunette boy was dangling his head out of the tree house window.

"Uncle Jason!" Lucian raced down the stairs, rubbing his eyes as the nanny chased after him. Jason scooped the little boy up into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I just had a nap because Momma and I are going to the park." His bright smile was the spitting image of his mother's. "My brother's can't go because Auntie Carly is picking them up soon."

Jason set him on his feet and knelt down to his eye level. "Where's daddy at?" Sonny was usually in a central location when the kids were around. He didn't like depending too heavily on the nanny when it came to his children. Jason could see Max outside with the boys and Johnny had been posted by the front door. There was at least five other guards patrolling the property at all times.

"Kitchen." Lucian murmured, his attention already diverted to his big brothers. He slipped away from Jason, waving enthusiastically as he waited impatiently for the nanny to open the back door. He darted across the yard only to be snatched by Michael who began tickling the little boy immediately.

"Sonny?" Jason moved across the living room and poked his head around the doorway into the kitchen. He could hear the pots and pans clanging before he even spotted his oldest friend. "What did Michael do now?" He could see the frustration on the Hispanic man's face and it was a common occurrence for Michael to be the cause.

Sonny sighed, leaning back against the granite counters. He had adopted Michael when the boy had been two years old. Carly's husband, AJ Quartermaine, had died in a fishing accident when the child was barely sixteen months old. Sonny fell for her instantaneously and they married six months later. Now Michael was seventeen and angry about everything. "He wants to go live with the Quartermaines. He thinks that they're his real family. Carly's so upset about it that the boys have been here for almost a week. She's finally coming to pick them up this afternoon." Sonny returned to whisking the sauce that he had been focusing on. "Trust me, it's been pretty nasty around here."

"How's Brenda handling it?" Jason had been friends with the brunette for most of his life since his family had taken her in when they'd both been teenagers. She was practically his sister. He had long since parted ways with his relatives, changing his last name and breaking most contact.

Sonny shrugged as he turned the boiling water down to low. "She thinks it's a fabulous idea since the Quartermaines did so well with her when she was barely older than Michael."

Jason pinched his nose between his forefinger and thumb, closing his eyes as the frustration began to sink in. "Oh yeah, I'm living proof of their wonderful parenting skills." He muttered sarcastically. He was sure that talking to the red-headed teenager would just be a waste of breath. He was just as stubborn as his mother. "You know what that pressure did to me. Brenda didn't have to deal with the same kind of stuff as me. Michael will. He's the last of their line in their eyes."

"Edward wants him to be his heir to the E.L.Q. throne and get everything that comes along with it." Sonny agreed as he strained the water from the penne noodles. "Michael just sees it as a way to get under Carly's skin. He's got no clue what he's getting himself into." He returned the pasta to the pan and began to slowly mix in the white, creamy sauce that had started to bubble.

"The kid should be locked in his room until he's twenty-two." Jason encouraged with a teasing smile. He could relate to the qualms of parenthood since Kristina was only a year older than Michael. Luckily, she didn't cause nearly as much drama as her honorary cousin seemed to.

Sonny smirked as he finished up the salad that had been sitting on the counter behind him. "You should know all about that." He handed a wicker basket of garlic bread to his blonde haired, blue eyed enforcer. "Come on, let's feed the ankle biters lunch before one of them takes us down in cement boots."

"Hey." Jason argued as he followed Sonny out onto the patio. "I like my boots."

Kristina sat down beside Ethan on one of the many swings in the park. He flashed her his classic, lopsided smile as she began to sway back and forth. Her long, raven colored hair blew around in the wind and she had a carefree smile on her face. It reminded him of when they'd been kids and she would spend hours on these very same swings. She closed her eyes as she just enjoyed the freedom of flying. "So, what was so important, Mr. Lovett?"

Ethan continued to watch her for a few minutes before speaking. She was a mesmerizing sight of innocence and beauty. He sighed, realizing that he had to stop stalling and just spit it out. "You remember Maya Ward, right?"

"Dad's cousin who's a med student?" Kristina asked, suddenly confused as to why she had to rush out of the penthouse just to discuss some distant relative. "Yeah, I know who she is. She came back into town and moved in with the Quartermaines." She kicked her feet out as she soared even higher. "I don't know much more about her though. Why?"

Ethan skidded to a stop and twisted to face her. She glanced over, but kept swinging. "We've been seeing each other off and on for the last few weeks." He stumbled over the words he needed to explain. He knew deep down that she wasn't going to take this with a graceful smile and well wishes. "We've decided to just make it official, Krissy."

"I'm sorry?" She couldn't help but question. Her grip tightened on the chains that held up the seat. She could feel them cutting into her palms but she couldn't muster the wherewithal to care. "You're dating my father's cousin?" Had he said that they'd been together for weeks? How could he keep this from her? She could feel her infamous temper sparking as anger bubbled in her veins. "You've been lying to me? After all the promises? After all the times I've confided in you?"

Ethan got to his feet and began pacing anxiously. He could see the hurt in her overly expressive eyes. "It's not what you think." He ran his left hand through his already messy hair, pulling it from the rubber band he'd tied it back with. "Krissy, please."

"Oh, don't you dare 'Krissy' me." Kristina grumbled as she struggled to stop the swing. The momentum sent her flying into the mulch that surrounded the entire playground area. She could feel pieces of wood sticking out of her hands and bare knees. Ethan moved to help her up, but she avoided his touch as if he had the plague. "Don't touch me."

"Kristina, please, you know that you're my best friend." Ethan bent down to try and treat her wounds. He winced at the sight of the blood already trickling from some of the cuts. She pulled away, slicing the one on her right elbow open a little more. He grabbed her arm despite her struggles so that he could examine the worst of her injuries. "Hold still, damn it."

"Get your hands off of me!" Kristina screamed angrily as she fought against his grip. "Stop touching me!"

"Kristina?" Elizabeth's voice came from around the corner. Krissy looked up to find Robin and Brenda by Liz's side. Cameron, Jake and Lucian had already run towards the slides and tunnels. Robin followed the kids, distrust clear in her eyes. The two brunettes advanced on them quickly though.

"Let go of her right now or so help me God I will call her father." Brenda threatened as she grabbed Ethan by the back of his shirt. Kristina crawled backwards into the grass as soon as she was free. "If I ever see you holding her against her will again, Ethan, I'll make sure that it's the last thing that you ever do."

Ethan got to his feet and glared at the mobster's wife. "I was trying to take a look at her cuts."

"I'm a nurse." Elizabeth reminded him softly as she knelt carefully to the teenager's side. "Hey, it's Lizzie, remember me?" Krissy nodded quickly as she held her arms out, palms up. "Did you fall of the swing or did something else happen?" Elizabeth glanced up at her brother in-law quickly before focusing back on Jason's daughter who was nodding again. "I've got some antiseptic and band aids in the diaper bag. We'll get you all fixed up in seconds."

Brenda turned back to the Australian boy that was watching with worry in his eyes. "Go home, Ethan." She smiled slightly apologetically. "We'll get her fixed up and home safely." Ethan nodded, glancing around her at Kristina one more time before turning to leave. He'd known that it wasn't going to go well.

"I really did fall, Aunt Brenda." Kristina murmured as the ex-model moved to sit beside her. "We had a stupid fight about his new girlfriend and I got angry. I wasn't paying attention."

"It happens." Elizabeth assured her softly, curious as to who his new girlfriend could be. She'd always assumed that he had a thing for Krissy. She would have to mention it to Lucky later. "You want to stay with us for awhile? I'm sure the boys would love to have you."

Kristina shook her head as Elizabeth placed the last band aid on her leg. "I think I'm just going to go home." She let Brenda help her to her feet and went to pick up her purse from where'd she left it beside the swing. "Thanks anyway."

"Hey, can you keep an eye on Lucian? I'm going to run her home." Brenda hugged her friend when the very pregnant brunette nodded helpfully. Brenda wrapped an arm around her honorary niece's shoulders and led her back to where the car was. Milo wasn't far behind and slipped silently into the driver's seat. Kristina rested her head against Brenda as the engine came to life and they pulled away from the park.