Note- Tracy Quartermaine married a mobster while the character was on the now defunct soap opera The City. Thank you for reviewing this fic! Hope you are enjoying it.
Life Goes On Chapter Seven Monday February 5th 2007, afternoon
Maxie walked into the penthouse's master bedroom. There was no furniture in there. Spinelli went over to the balcony and opened the doors. "The security system for this unit has been disabled by The Jackal. I sometimes come over here when I want my privacy."
"Cool. Your own secret little hideout. You're such a gangster."
Spinelli smiled a little. He rolled a joint on the counter in the bathroom, took out a lighter and lit it, then took a puff. He passed the joint to Maxie and she did the same.
They smiled at each other.
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Tracy Quatermaine was at General Hospital visiting her granddaughter when her brother Alan walked in.
He said "I just came to see how her numbers are." He looked at her chart. "She's hanging tough. Looks good so far."
"She has a long fight ahead, doesn't she? She's so tiny. Don't bull shit me. Could she die?"
"She's not out of the woods but if she keeps gaining weight she should be home with Dillon and Lulu in a month. Though I'm no neo-natal expert but I've seen plenty of babies born in these circumstances thrive. Each case is different, of course."
"I want the head of each of those gunmen on a stick! Lulu wouldn't have delivered early if not for being caught in that madness."
"It was harrowing indeed. I was shoved in a room for most of it because I dared to try and save a dying man's life."
"I can't believe the cops haven't apprehended those hoodlums yet. I heard at least two got away scot free! They are probably all on Alcazar's payroll."
"This is not Skye's fault, if that is what you are driving at."
"Oh, of course not! She just had a baby with a mobster! And she lives with him, lies for him, and covers up his murders."
"Didn't you marry a mobster once? Gino Soleito ring any bells?"
"Oh, be quiet! I'd like to be alone to visit my granddaughter now."
"She's beautiful, Tracy. Just concentrate on her and let the police worry about the gunmen. Its what they get paid to do. I, for one, am just grateful to still be alive."
"You've always had such low standards. Just surviving is enough for you. Well not for me. I want justice."
"You were not even in the hotel. Of course you don't understand how amazing it feels to still be alive to tell the tale."
"Go have your Oprah moment somewhere else."
"Good day then, Tracy. I do have rounds to get to and a desk full of paperwork. Do me a favor though? Try and relax. You have a beautiful miracle in front of you. Focus on Lissa and try to leave the questions to who was behind the hold up at the Metro Court to the authorities. See you at home later."
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Logan was walking towards the docks when he heard gunfire. His instincts as an FBI agent kicked in. He pulled out his cell and called 911. "Shots fired at pier 57."
Then he ran that way, making sure to stay by the wall and have his gun out. He got there and found a shoot out taking place. He recognized Jason Morgan, a reputed mob hitman, and also saw several Italian looking men with him and Spanish looking men shooting at him. The other side could be the Alcazar family or other mob rivals, Logan figured. He was assigned to the organized crime unit of the New York field branch of the FBI. Coop was in the counter terrorism unit. But they worked in the same building.
They had transferred from Quantico, Virginia (the headquarters of the FBI) to New York after their training period was up recently. Coop was on his first case and Logan was still on leave before his new assignment started.
But he had boned up on all the New York crime families already. He sent Cooper a quick text that read: Jason Morgan docks gunfight.
Deciding it might be good to get in with the Corinthos family he shot at one of the Spanish looking men, hitting him in the lower leg and he crumbled. Now the trick was not to let Morgan execute the guy. Logan's bosses would sure have his ass if that happened. Already he was known as the guy who had a hot head and skirted around the rules to make his arrests.
Logan went running out of his hiding spot so Morgan wouldn't do finish the Spanish looking guy off. Morgan wouldn't want witnesses.
The Spanish mobsters took cover. Sirens blared in the distance.
Jason had his gun pointed right at Logan. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Whoa, chill. I thought I was helping you out. This ain't the time to ask who I am. The cops are on the way and I'm out of here. I suggest you take off too."
"You're coming with me. Lets go."
"Whoa! What? Fuck that! Back off. I will shoot, man. You don't know me. I'll pull this trigger like it ain't no thing."
"Drop your weapon or I'll drop you. You're outgunned. You've got one play and you know it."
Logan put the gun down. Jason's guards grabbed him and dragged him off, shoved him in a car and they sped away. Cooper texted Logan back but Logan couldn't check it. He was a little busy with Milo Giambetti pointing a gun to his head at the moment.
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Georgie was in the diner when Cooper raced down the stairs and ran out the door at full speed. She noticed that he pulled a gun out as soon as he got outside.
For sure she needed to stay way from Logan and Cooper. They were hot but trouble. Thinking that she remembered Diego Alcazar and tears came to her eyes.
She was so lonely ever since he died. She wished she had slept with him when she had the chance. Ever since then she hadn't felt attracted to anyone in the same kind of intense way he had got to her.
Maybe Diego's death was just still too fresh for her to move on.
She wanted to move on though. She wanted find a man to love her again. Wanted someone to hug her and stare in her eyes while he called her beautiful and precious. She wanted to be kissed, to be picked, to be important to a man.
But instead she buried herself in her school books and became more and more bitter each day. Bitter that she was so heartbroken. Bitter Diego died. Bitter that Dillon was engaged to Lulu. And now Dillon's daughter had been born. Georgie was worried for that little girl health since she came two month's early and Georgie was also sad that Dillon had a baby with someone else.
All her emotions were on overload. She felt completely alone and miserable. That's how she had felt the night of the hostage situation too...until Logan stood next to her and they got to chatting. He had comforted her. Made her feel understood. Listened to her stories about Maxie and Robin. She listened to his about Texas.
She thought they had a connection but his whole personality shifted when that bomb went off. Right then it hit her...he had been over in the war. Maybe that's why he turned cold when the explosion happened. Maybe he had a flashback or that's just how he deals with his fear. Shutting completely down and acting hostile. If he doesn't care it can't hurt him.
Now she felt bad. She couldn't deny that she had been mean to him when she called him heartless instead of trying to understand his grieving process. If she hadn't been bitchy maybe they wouldn't have fought and he wouldn't have kidnaped her. She knew it wasn't a real kidnaping though. He wanted to take her to her sister and, at the same time, keel Georgie from running in a burning building.
In a way, it had been a sweet thing to do. Even if his methods were completely unacceptable. Maybe she could be nice to him again.
That is if him and Cooper were not criminals. Cause, as much as she did love Diego, she didn't think it was a good idea to date a criminal again. Diego paid with his life for his crimes. Georgie felt her heart being torn in two when she heard he had died in a warehouse in a shoot out with a rival mob family.
She couldn't go through that again with another guy. Logan was cute but it wasn't worth the pain, fear, worry and grief it would bring her if she dated him and he was, indeed, a gangster.
