"Patrick, your hiding something

"Patrick, your hiding something. What is it?" Georgie asked as he closed the door.

Patrick sighed as he pulled the stool up next to her bed, "Georgie, this is going to be really hard for you. I need you to stay calm."

"Patrick, what is it?" She looked at him, wondering if she had other injuries she just didn't feel because she was drugged up or something.

"You said you think its 2007 last night, correct?"

She nodded, "Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

He shook his head, "It's 2009."

Her eyes clouded over as she leaned back against the pillow. "2009, how is that possible?"

Patrick sighed, realizing this was getting harder and harder, "We think that you were attacked in the park again, similar to the night you were attacked by the Text Message Killer. You're brain connected the two events and has blocked out the two years between the two events."

"So everything I've done, everyone I've known and loved for the past two years is just gone from my memory?" Georgie was panicked, was that what her dreams had been, her relationship with Spinelli, slipping away?

"I think, chances are good you'll remember. But first you have to just ease into it. You can't force it, it just happens, when it happens. Something seemingly random could trigger it."

"Can't I just ask my sister or Dad what I've done the past two years?"

Patrick cast his eyes down at her chart, "I think Frisco should talk to you about that."

"Frisco knows but Mac and Maxie don't?"

"I'll let him explain." Patrick went to the door, "Georgie, its good to have you back."

--

Maxie took a sip of her coffee and looked at Spinelli, "You don't have to be here. You should go home, change or whatever."

Spinelli ran a hand through his hair, realizing it was much tamer then it had been two years ago. "I don't want you to be alone right now Maxie."

"Or is it that you want to walk in their and finally see how crazy my sister was, is about you." She snapped, immediately regretting it. "Sorry."

He nodded, "Maxie, even if Georgie still has those feelings for me, I wouldn't go running into her willing arms. It would be far to weird, given that she's your sister."

"How is any of this even possible. I mean two years ago we were at her funeral, now she's sitting in a hospital bed alive."

"An extreme evil doer, but she's alive. Embrace it, just as I think we all believe some of Emily and Logan's loved ones wish they could do but are pushed away."

Maxie leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder the way it had so many times before. The comfort being this close to him had brought her over the past two years. "She saved them." She smiled, "Georgie is a hero."

--

Frisco could see the confusion that Georgie was feeling as he walked into her hospital room.

"I don't get why you know what I've been doing but Mac and Maxie don't." She confessed.

Frisco pulled a chair up, "Well, they thought you were dead. You see Cesar Faison faked your death, and held you captive."

Panic flashed in her eyes, "Wait, what?"

"It's okay. You actually saved not only yourself but Emily Quartermaine and Logan Hayes."

Georgie leaned back against her pillows, "So we escaped after two years and then I get attacked in the park before I could get home?"

Frisco shook his head, "Not exactly."

Silence filled the room while Frisco formed this announcement, "It was more like just 8 months, of you being locked up in Faison's compound. When the three of you escaped you came to the WSB, that's when you were offered position as an agent and Logan and Emily were asked to keep the secret that you were alive."

"So in like August of 2008; Emily, Logan and I escaped from Faison. They came back to Port Charles and I became a WSB agent?" She shook her head, "That just doesn't make sense. Why wouldn't I come back to Port Charles I mean I had a life here, I had my family, my friends, I had a chance--."

"You heard the calling." Frisco smiled, "You are an amazing agent. You just became the senior partner in a major drug bust case."

"Is that why I got attacked?"

Frisco sighed, "It could be, you're partner Sly Eckert is looking into possible suspects."

Georgie nodded even though none of this really made any sense to her, "Who knows I'm here?"

"You're Mom, I called and told her. Maxie of course, Mac. Some awkward guy named Spinelli found you in the park with some guy named Dillon."

"Spinelli and Dillon found me?" Her hand went over her chest, the two men who had pieces of her heart had been the ones to recover her almost lifeless body.

"Yeah, I'll um let them tell you the story. I guess they were going to the park to pay tribute to you." Frisco stood, "You should probably get some sleep. I'll come by later."

Georgie looked down at her hands, they were rougher then she remembered. "Frisco, do I still call you Frisco or do I call you Dad?"

He smiled, "You go back and fourth. Depends on if your happy or mad at me."

--

Spinelli watched as Georgie slept. He could only imagine how exhausted she was from the visits and information she'd already received about the past two years. His mind brought him back to the day he'd discovered her crush was true—real—honest. With her gone, he'd been sure that his chance at love had been lost without her, yet he'd fallen for Maxie. Now Georgie was back, very much alive and he and Maxie were no longer. Could this be a sign? If so, what did it mean?

She smiled and waved for him to come in. He smiled in return as he walked through the door. He looked at her, seeing her eyes and suddenly he was back to being the goofy, sweet, kid from two years ago. He also saw it. The one thing he'd been so blind to see, her feelings.

"It really has been two years, huh?" She felt silly acting this way. She'd been gone for two years, maybe in love with someone else, yet she was still attempting to get Spinelli to see her, as her.

"Yeah, two very sad years." He sat next to her, thinking of the nights when Maxie would cry when she realized she couldn't call Georgie with good news.

Georgie looked at her hands, though they seemed to belong to someone else, "So, did you and Lulu ever get together?"

"Wow, haven't thought about her in a long time." He smiled at her, "See, I lost this girl, my best friend. Then after she was gone, I realized just how stupid I had been. I lost the girl that made me see who I was without the Jackal."

"Nadine?"

"No." He chuckled, "You Georgie."

She looked around the room, afraid to focus her attention on him. "What are you talking about?"

"The Jackal received you're letter via the PCPD." He picked up her hand, "I'm sorry Georgie, my faithful friend for being so blind to not see you're crush on me."

She could feel a flush in her cheeks, "I'm going to accept you're apology."

"Wonderful." He clapped his hands together as he smiled.

"Your hair is really short, and something else is different." She commented as she took in his appearance.

"The Jackal needs to appear more clean cut for business purposes."

Georgie smirked biting her lip, "Should I be afraid to ask?"

"Jackal PI is very busy solving crimes and finding cheating spouses."

"PI? As in Private Investigator?"

Spinelli nodded, "I actually have you to thank for it. My first case, well unofficial case was tracking down the Text Message Killer. When I lost you, I felt like I needed to find the person who took you."

"Really?" She blinked, smiling wondering if someone else could have her heart while she could be seeing what she saw before she lost all this time.

"Knock, knock." Maxie stood in the doorway, with a wrapped package.

"This would be my cue to leave the sisters alone." Spinelli walked past Maxie and then looked back, wondering how all of this was going to fall into place.

"Maxie!" Georgie lit up. "So, I have two years to catch up on. Anything super amazing I need to know?"

Maxie sat next to her sister, putting the present on her lap before looking towards the hall, "We have plenty of time to get you call caught up. For now I'm just so happy to have you back."

Georgie could see tears forming in Maxie's eyes, "Hey now, no crying. I'm here, I'm not dead."

Maxie smiled, "Well open this up."

--

Dillon sat in the Hospital chapel, trying to gain the courage to go and talk to Georgie. The other night on the roof she had become so real, this wasn't some dream sequence that he wrote into a script to try and evoke her memory. This was where they had gotten married, where he pledged his heart to her forever.

"She's just as she was two years ago." Spinelli announced as he sat behind Dillon.

"You spoke to her?"

Spinelli nodded, "Yeah, its weird."

Dillon turned, "You can see it, can't you? Its so obvious she wanted you."

"If perhaps Georgie hadn't left us, in whatever capacity you two could've worked things out."

"Or maybe she's really your destiny and I'm the guy that's suppose to watch from the sidelines realizing what I lost."

Spinelli stood up, "Then I never would've been able to give my heart to Maxie."

"Do you still love her?"

"Maxie is the only woman I ever gave my heart, body and soul to."

Dillon sighed, "I sold a script ya know. Just a few days ago. I was waiting to tell everyone. Waiting for a moment to celebrate. Letting it stew in my head as I tried to figure out how I actually spun a story of a young man who lost the love of his life. Just at mine came back."

"Then, let her know that." Spinelli left the chapel and Dillon alone with his heartache and fear.

A/N: So sorry this took forever to get this chapter out. The Big Brother Feeds can be a MAJOR distraction. Feedback is always wonderful! I also promise to get back to Sly, Emily/Logan in the next chapter.