Lost

Chapter 14- Surprises

Though the day had been long, when 2 AM rolled around Callie felt energized. In her line of work she was used to grabbing a few hours of sleep on the go. It was rare for her to get a full night sleep.

Although Lucky greeted her with a smile he seemed a little distracted.

"Hey, I was thinking since it is a nice night we could take your jeep. Is that cool?"

Cocking her head to the side she tried to gauge his mood. Throwing him the keys she went around the to the passenger side with a laugh.

As they climbed in, Lucky leaned over and pulled a bandana out of his pocket. "I'm going to have to put this on, so you can't peek ok?"

Wearing a blindfold had to be one of the least favorite things Callie liked to do. It brought back memories of jobs from the past, torture sessions... just plain unpleasant memories.

Taking a deep breath she reminded herself that Lucky wasn't an enemy and wasn't planning anything nefarious.

As if sensing that she was nervous about having her eyesight taken away Lucky laughed, "Don't worry this is going to take long, promise."

They drove in silence listening to music and enjoying the cool early morning air. To think that they were going somewhere in the wee hours of the morning brought a smile to Callie's face. Normally being up at the time meant work and for once she was going to enjoy it.

Not being able to see brought her other senses to life. She could almost detect the moment when they had left the city limits from the way that the air began to smell more like pine and cedar than bricks and pavement. The sounds of passing traffic faded away and soon they were alone on the road.

Letting herself relax she noticed when Lucky began to slow down and make a turn. A few minutes later they came to a stop.

"Ok, let me get out and help you. Don't touch the blindfold, cheater." He laughed at her automatic reach for the bandana and kept laughing at her clumsy attempts to independently get out of the vehicle.

Taking her hand he carefully led her down an uneven path and sat her down on something soft and comfortable.

She could hear him moving around her and then after a few minutes she could feel him next to her- the heat from his body giving off a sense of warmth and security. With a quick kiss on the lips he removed her blindfold.

Callie was amazed to find herself sitting in a small clearing next to a lake. The moonlight shimmered off of the water and the light from a small fire lit up the area. She was sitting on a pile of blankets that had been arranged carefully next to the fire and a small ice chest.

No one had ever done anything like this for her before and she wasn't certain how to react.

"Wow! Oh my gosh... wow, I can't believe you did all of this. It's amazing." She gazed around in wonder at their surroundings.

Opening the ice chest Lucky pulled out two beers and handed one to her.

"Well, our hours seem to keep us from going out on a real date, so I thought you might enjoy this instead."

"This is great. Seriously, no one has ever done anything like this for me. It's perfect." She leaned over and kissed his check before taking a swallow of her own beer.

"You are very welcome," Lucky glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, "You know, I never expected to feel this way when I met you that first night. I really didn't think about asking questions or prying into your life. But, from the moment I woke up next to you- and I know I shouldn't admit this, but- I have been thinking about you more than I probably should. So I feel like there are some things that I need to know."

Callie knew that this was coming soon, but she wasn't quite prepared to play 20 questions and the environment had thrown her off her game for minute.

"So what you brought me out here to interrogate me, butter me up with sweetness and get all the dirt on me," She joked, stalling for time .

"Not all the dirt... maybe a little..." He laughed nervously.

Looking at him intently she realized that she really didn't want to have to lie to this man, "Ok. Ask me your questions, but if I can't answer them you have to accept it because I don't want to be put in a position to lie to you ok. I have my reasons and I need you to respect that."

"Ok, well I really don't want you to lie to me either, so I am going to try... I mean really try, to accept whatever you decide to tell me." Lucky took a deep breath before beginning, "I am going to assume that since you work for Coleman, that you know a little about the criminal activities going on around Port Charles. About the mob ties to the community. What I need to know is how deep you are into that world? My partner seems to think that you must be in pretty deep since you got Michael Corinthos out of his prison sentence when no one else seemed to be able to get it done. You know I am a cop, so I just don't want to be put in a position to have to BE a cop when I am with you."

"Fair enough. OK. First of all, I am not tied to any mob organization in Port Charles or elsewhere. As for Michael, I know some people who knew some people. It's kind of complicated, but really has nothing to do with you and me. And just so you know, I think your partner is a sanctimonious ass."

Lucky laughed at that, "He is something, but really he's not a bad guy. Seriously though, you managed a small miracle getting Michael out and well, he's family, so I guess I should really thank you. I just don't really know anything about you- where you are from, why you came here... the usual stuff the guy finds out BEFORE he sleeps with the girl."

"Ah, I see. Well, truthfully, I came here from New Orleans, I am not from there originally, but grew up in several different boarding school-type environments starting in Virginia, then South Carolina and lastly in Pennsylvania. Both my parents died when I was pretty young, so basically I am an orphan. I am 30 years old. Never been married, no kids... There are some things in my past that I can't and WON'T talk about."

"New Orleans, huh? How in the hell did you end up here? Port Charles doesn't hold a candle to the Big Easy." Lucky laughed.

Wanting to share more of herself with him than she had anyone else, Callie decided to take a leap of faith, "I came here because I have family here. I found out when I was 15 that my mother had a son before she met my dad. The whole thing is complicated, but after I left New Orleans, I needed to come out here and see my brother. Before you ask... no, he doesn't know I exist. In fact, I think it would be hard to convince him that I was his sister outside of doing a DNA test."

"Do you know who he is? Have you found him yet?"

Taking a deep breath Callie fought the instinct of self-preservation, taking a long pull of beer, she turned and looked at Lucky intently, "My brother is Jason Morgan."