"It's Irish… Yeah… I know, yeah, I am fine. Is the job still on the table? Alright, I'm back in... on one condition. I want Michael Corinthos III to be released from Pentonville … I know what the story is… you want me back, I want Michael. Officially we can have it covered with community service, but I'll take full responsibility… young, but older than I was when I was brought in… We'll see… I'll finish it- just put the word out that my location is Port Charles, New York… I'll be in touch."

Callie hung up the phone, "It's done. I wouldn't be surprised if Michael was out within 48 to 72 hours."

Carly just say staring at the young woman in disbelief, "Who are you? I mean, besides my hero?"

"Believe me, I am no one's hero, but I think I better talk to Mr. Morgan before I tell you anything else."

A knock on the door signaled Jason's arrival, "What's going on Carly? You realize that it after 11 o'clock at night, right?"

"Jase, Michael is coming home!" Carly squealed as she jumped up and threw herself into her best friend's arms.

"Carly, what are you talking about?" Jason noticed Callie standing quietly to the side and gave her a nod in greetings.

"Mr. Morgan, Carly asked you to come over as a favor to me." Callie took a deep breath before continuing, "I have made arrangements to have Michael released and he should be out within the next 48 to 72 hours."

Jason looked back and forth between the women with a skeptical glance, "If this is true, then we owe you, but forgive me for being a little skeptical here. I think you need to explain just what you are doing in Port Charles."

"Jason, I don't care who she is or what she is doing here… if she get's Michael out of prison I will do ANYTHING she asks!" Carly tugged on Jason's arm and smiled through her tears.

"Mr. Morgan, Carly, how familiar are you with the WSB?"

Noticing that both pairs of eyes were staring intently at her she knew that she had their undivided attention.

"My name is Callista O' Niell, or Callie. Anyway, I am part of a Resolution team for the WSB, or a sweeper team. We go in and assess the problem, I make the problem disappear, and my team comes in and cleans it up. I had left the organization after my last mission, but in order to get Michael out I am going to have to go back in. This is where you come in Mr. Morgan."

Callie smile wryly, "Normally my team and I will move in gradually and never actually make personal contact with anyone, at least not personally on our part. We develop assets and create identities… everything that being undercover entails."

"What do you want? Why would you want to help Michael? Why would reveal all this to us?" Jason searched the young woman's face for any sign of dishonesty.

"I came to Port Charles for personal reasons, so staying to the normal game plan is not going to be an option. I can't get into everything yet. But, I can assure you that I mean you, Mrs. Jacks and her children no harm. What I need is more along the lines of a safe house to establish a headquarters and some other equipment. As soon as I contact my team they will arrive in Port Charles and I have a lot to do before they get here. Rather than do this under the radar, I am willing to trust that this will go no further than this room?"

Carly nodded, "Anything you need… I just- I don't care why you are doing this as long as it won't hurt my family in the end."

"Now, I have to get back to Jake's and you two have a homecoming to plan." Callie gave Jason a respectful not and got up to head for the door.

"Callie…" Jason called after her, "Thank you. For Michael… But, I am going to warn you. If you do anything to hurt him or Carly and the kids…"

Callie gave him a serious look, "I won't."

Arriving back at Jake's Callie through her boss a smile, "I'm off the clock, so how about a beer and a shot of tequila."

Coleman raised an eyebrow at her and smiled, "What's the celebration?"

She smiled as she took at sip of her beer and then prepared to take her shot, "Let's just say I am going to be sticking around Port Charles for awhile."

Slamming it back she grimaced and then stuck the lime between her teeth.

"Poor Red… stuck in this wonderful town…" Coleman laughed at Callie's facial expression as she finished her shot.

"So…I guess I should let you know, my friend's call me Callie." Chasing down the shot with a gulp of beer she smiled.

"What do your enemies call you?"

"They don't." Was all she replied turning to walk over to an empty pool table.

** A/N: transitional chapter- working on some new developments : )