In the short time that they had been living together, Logan's favorite thing in the entire world had quickly become watching her sleep. He could spend hours next to her on the bed, watching as she dreamt and escaped reality for just a little while. She had caught him more than once, turning away in sheepish embarrassment when she realized that he had been staring at her. Each time, he had turned her cheek back toward him and gazed into her trusting brown eyes. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, he would always be looking at her because when she was in the room, there was nowhere else he could stare.

"Are you staring at me again, Hayes?" she asked sleepily without opening her eyes. Georgie knew instinctively where he was on the bed as she reached for his hand. Logan slipped down on the mattress beside her to wrap his arm around her. "You know that I hate when you do that. I'd complain but we both know it's not going to do any good."

Logan chuckled as she readjusted herself to lay her head on his chest. Stroking her soft hair absently, he was about to give her a sarcastic reply when her cell phone rang from beneath the covers. After a few moments of frantic searching, he proudly retrieved it beneath the stack of plush pillows that surrounded them. "Here you are," he offered, pressing a kiss on her temple as she flipped the phone open.

"Hey, Maxie," she greeted her sister. Logan could hear a frantic conversation on the other end of the line but failed to decipher exactly what she was saying. He tried to read a response on Georgie's face but she remained motionless. Her lack of reaction worried him almost as much as the anxious conversation Maxie seemed to be having by herself at that point. Finally, Georgie spoke into the phone. "Thanks for calling to let me know. I need to go now so that I can fill Logan in on the details. Let me know if you hear anything else, and if you need me, you know where to find me. I love you, Maxie."

Tossing the phone on the down comforter, Georgie's shocked expression quickly transformed into one of fear. "Penny was strangled tonight outside of Kelly's," she told him. Logan's arms flew immediately around her, bringing her back to his body. There was a fierce protectiveness to his embrace even though they were alone. For some reason, he felt if he held her tightly enough, nothing bad could ever happen to them. "I was supposed to work tonight, but Penny agreed to pick up my shift after what happened yesterday. Mike wanted me to take a few days off."

He knew her well enough to understand that beyond just the fear, Georgie now felt incredibly guilty. "This is not your fault," he assured her. The words would hold little meaning in comparison in how badly she felt. In her mind, she was to blame. If she had been stronger, Penny would have had the night off like she had planned. The stalker had been threatening Georgie for days now. It was clear that he had thought that she would be at the diner. Instead, the Text Message Killer found Penny and made her pay for whatever twisted vendetta plagued the psychopath.

"It's time to tell Mac," she told him, tears welling in her chocolate eyes. Logan nodded understandingly. "First, you need to get in contact with Jason. I'm sure that his men are already aware of the situation. Maybe he can get Spinelli on the case to see if she got any messages before she was strangled. There might be some kind of connection to the texts she received and the ones sent to Carly and me."

It was Logan's turn to make a phone call. As it turned out, Jason and Spinelli were already navigating the so-called cyber world for any traceable clues. Milo had also been reassigned to closely follow Georgie and Logan wherever they went. Max had been moved from Sonny's to tail Carly at all times. Alexis and the girls had their guard detail doubled, and Lulu was now the reluctant recipient of a pair of guards as she and Dillon celebrated the end of the year with the Quartermaines. Security surrounding the women and children of the Corinthos organization had never been tighter.

By the time they had hung up, Logan had arranged another meeting with Jason. He wanted to go over any last minute details before talking to Mac. In fact, the man had surprisingly agreed to talk to Mac about what he knew if it meant keeping Georgie, Carly and the boys safe. For the first time in a long time, he was on the same side as the PCPD. "Jason should be here in a few minutes to go over the details with me. If you want to set something up with Mac for this afternoon, he agreed to talk to him. He just wants everyone to be safe and to find some kind of justice for his sister."

"My dad is going to be angry," she realized softly, her voice dripping with anxious concern. "Even if he can calm down long enough to listen to Jason, he isn't going to like anything about this situation. I shouldn't have lied to him, but I just wanted to protect him. I know Mac, and he definitely won't see this my way. He is going to want me to move back into the house."

As much as Logan hated the idea of Georgie leaving and him returning to lonely nights alone in his bed, her safety was the most important objective. "Maybe that would be the best thing for you, Sweet Potato," he attempted. "Look, I don't want you to leave, but I also don't want to lose you. If you would be safer at home, then you should go back."

"First of all, this is my home now," she retorted. "Secondly, Mac can't be with me all the time. You have devoted your entire life right now to making sure that I am okay. The only time I feel safe is when I'm with you. Maybe it's not the best thing for me to become so dependant on you, but right now, you're what I need. My dad can get as angry as he wants and make all these demands, but I'm an adult. I know what's best for me. You're what is best for me."

Logan never thought that he would hear the day when he would be the best thing for anyone, let alone a woman as amazing and intellectual as Georgie Jones. "I'm not going to argue with you. I just wanted to let you know that I would understand if you would feel safer there. I wouldn't like sleeping without you in my arms, but I would rather have you breathing."

Leaning up, Georgie wove her arms around his neck and brought his lips down to hers. The exchange was brief but fulfilling, sweet but passionate. He turned his head to deepen the moment, temporarily losing himself in the heaven that was her kiss. "Sorry, you're not getting rid of me that easily, Lo," she teased before pulling his favorite hoodie over her head. The door bell rang to announce Jason's arrival. "Why don't you go downstairs and talk to Jason? I'll call my dad to set up a meeting and then come down to join you."

Taking the stairs two at a time, Logan pulled the door open and let Jason into the living room. Spinelli was a few steps behind, carefully balancing his prized laptop and a bottle of orange pop. "Hey, guys," Logan greeted them. "Spinelli, you can set up at the table if you need somewhere to work. Georgie is upstairs calling her dad and then she should be down."

"Fine," Jason replied curtly. "One of our sources down at the PCPD called a few minutes after Penny was found in the alley behind Kelly's. She had a telephone cord wrapped around her neck just like Leticia. It looked like the attack was from behind. There were too many sets of footprints in the snows to get any specific leads and there were no apparent witnesses. The guy did say that she was holding her cell phone, which had a few opened text messages. Only one of them was from an unknown number."

"What did it say?" Logan asked.

Spinelli answered for his self-proclaimed mentor. "You'll have to do," he revealed. "It's clear that the killer was looking for Wise Georgie and found Penny instead."

"Spinelli," Jason warned. "Look, Georgie is going to have enough guilt going on. We don't need to bring up what exactly the message said if we can help it. She is going to blame herself, and I know how horrible and all-consuming that can be."

"She already does," Logan acknowledged. "She knows that Penny was only working tonight because Mike made her take a few days off. As soon as Maxie told her, she started feeling like this was her fault. I think that somewhere in her mind, she knows that she didn't do this, but right now, logic isn't dictating her emotions."

All three men became quiet at the sound of Georgie's footsteps on the staircase. Logan rose to meet her, searching her eyes for some hint of her state of mind. "Mac agreed to come by here and talk," she told them. "He knows that you are going to be here, Jason. I told him that you want to work with the police on what you know. He promised that he would do whatever he could to make the cooperation as seamless as possible. Under ordinary circumstances, I would understand your reluctance, but I can promise you that he will do this for my sake."

"It's funny the things you will do for the people that you love," Jason said as he looked back at the computer screen. "I'd be willing to do almost anything right now to make sure that Carly stays safe and they find out who killed my sister. I've never hated someone I didn't know so intensely before."

"Tell me about it," Logan commiserated as he dropped onto the sofa, pulling Georgie down beside him. "Have you guys come up with any other leads?"

Spinelli continued typing for a few moments before looking up. "Well, Stone Cold and I both agree with Wise Georgie's assessment of Nikolas. It is unlikely that the Cassadine Prince would be unable to plan such a well-crafted violence spree given his current state. I am beginning to think that these texts have been piggybacked to various numbers of connected and noteworthy people all across Port Charles."

"Who else have the messages been connected to?" Georgie questioned.

"The Valkyrie received one from Jake's favorite bartender, Coleman," Spinelli answered. "One of the messages you received was from Detective Cruz with the PCPD."

"It could be either of them, or it could be someone else completely," Jason added. "There is no way of telling what direction this is taking without any sense of real pattern. The only thing I am certain of right now is that Georgie is the primary target and Carly seems to be a close second."

Hopelessness was the only word to describe Georgie's outlook. If the famed Jason Morgan couldn't figure this out, she held little hope for the bumbling police department led by her father. Despite his exemplary police skills, the PCPD wasn't known for its ability to close high profile cases. More often than not, it took the work of civilians for any true justice to come in Port Charles. "What if I was to offer myself as bait?" she asked. "We could set it up so that guards were watching me? We could draw the guy out into public and try to get him to attack me. Just when he was about to pounce, someone could swoop in to save me while revealing the killer."

"You are not putting your life at risk," Logan informed her bossily while Jason piped up, "That's a crazy plan. It sounds like something Carly would suggest." Spinelli was next, completely the trifecta of disapproval. "Wise Georgie, live up to your name."

"Just hear me out," she pleaded before explaining the intricate details of her extemporaneous plan. While it sounded almost crazy enough to work, the three men were not willing to agree on anything that would put her life at risk. Knowing that Mac would never go for it and that far too may chances were involved, they refused to believe that this could work for even a moment. Finally, after listening to their endless points and counterpoints, she asked the only question weighing on her mind. "What if this is the only way?"