A/N: Getting into the meat of the story... so along the way let me know what you like and don't like and any suggestions for improvements! Thanks~

Lost

Chapter 12- Wonderful Complications

The ringing of Lucky's cell phone pulled them out of sleep bringing reality back into their cozy haven.

"Shit." Lucky groaned as he rolled over and answered his phone.

Callie turned on her side and watched her lover talk quietly and realized for the first time that she felt content for once. Normally she was always restless, feeling that she had to keep moving and pushing herself. But just this moment she as content to be lying in bed next to this man.

Lucky hung up and turned to face her, "Sorry. I gotta go."

Smiling she put a hand on the side of his face, "I know. Go save the Port Charles from the bad guys."

Lucky smiled and leaned into her hand, "Callie. I don't know what this is, but... I want..."

Callie pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "So do I."

After pulling her into him for a deeper kiss, he stared down into her eyes, "So... I'll see you later?"

"I have some things to do today, and then I have to work..." She bit her lip in frustration.

"I am pulling an afternoon shift, but I'll be off about nine... maybe I'll stop by and make you wait on me..."

Callie chuckled, "You do that... I can't promise you good service though."

"I'll take what I can get." Lucky gave her a lingering kiss before getting out of bed and dressing.

Never taking her eyes off of him, she tried to tell herself that she didn't need this complication. It was just going to end badly... blah, blah, blah... She stopped herself from going into her usual routine of excuses for not getting involved in relationships. But the truth was, she really liked Lucky. Sure they didn't really know a lot about each other and he was going through a divorce, but from their first kiss, she had just felt as if she had known him forever ... and that scared the shit out of her.

Callie stood up as the warden entered his office.

"Ms. O'Niell? I'm Warden Powell. I have been told that you have release papers for one of our Prisoners."

Shaking his hand she gave him a quick assessment, "Yes, I am here for Michael Corinthos III."

"Ah, so the Mob is going to triumph again. How do you live with yourself- tell me is the pay that good. Do you sleep good at night knowing what your employer does for a living?" The older man sneered in disgust.

Oh hell, no... Callie thought. She was going to have fun bringing this guy down a few notches.

Pulling out her WSB badge she smiled sarcastically, "Actually if you want to get technical your boss works for my boss... and I sleep great. Now I'd like to see Mr. Corinthos and get him out-processed quickly and without any problems. However, if you want to pull this holier than thou crap keep going. I should point out that I am not a patient person and I don't give a damn about your personal opinions. Believe me when I say that I can name at least 30 guards that are crooked, several different cases of fraud, bribery, drugs... you name it. Piss me off and I will have this prison locked down so tight that the roaches won't be able to squeeze out. Do I make myself clear?"

Seeing how serious she was the Warden nervously made the call to have the Mob-heir brought to the out-processing room. He would be glad to get the kid out of his prison. He didn't know why the WSB was involved but knowing their reputation he didn't want to deal with them any longer than he had to.

Smiling at the young man that stepped into the holding area, Callie stood up.

"Hello, Michael. My name is Callie O'Niell."

Picking up a duffle bag she handed it to him, "Your mom packed up some clothes for you to go home in."

"So this is real? I am really going home?" Michael looked so hopeful and scared at the same time that Callie wanted nothing more than to hug this kid and reassure him.

"As soon as you change your clothes we are out of here." She smiled and shook his outstretched hand and was more than a little surprised when he threw his arms around her in a huge hug.

Michael looked around as they walked out the prison gates, "So, my mom and dad didn't come?"

"They wanted to, but I thought you might want to take a break and get your bearings before you were surrounded by family. I hope that is ok."

Thinking about it for a minute he smiled, "Yeah, that's cool. I am sure my mom is planning a welcome home party as we speak..."

"Actually," Callie interrupted, "I am under strict orders to bring you directly to Kelly's or Jason is going to bust my knee-caps."

Michael laughed and took a deep breath of outside air, "I don't understand how you did it or who you work with... but- I am so glad to be out!"

"We'll get to that later. So... listen, I had to get up early this morning to get here. You think you could drive?" Callie pointed toward her Jeep and knew she had made the right call when for the first time since he had stepped out the prison gates, Michael had the face of the youth he was and not the weary man he had been forced to be.