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Georgie woke up with a strong arm wrapped around her side, warm breath on the back of her neck and the smell of cologne on her pillow. She smiled softly to herself and rolled over. Dillon was sleeping so peaceful; she hated to wake him. Carefully, she tried to pull back the covers.
"Not so fast," he reached up and slowly pulled her back down next to him "It's too early."
"You were always such a late sleeper," she grinned, as she settled into the comfort of his arms.
"And you always woke me up," he laughed into her ear.
"Yeah, yeah I miss trying to pull you out of the bed in the morning."
"Yeah, I miss it too," he licked the smile off his lips and held onto her a little tighter, as if it was going to be the last time.
* Flashback *
Dillon slowly slid his hand down the side of the bed, and in between the mattress and springs. The man was so preoccupied with Georgie he didn't even notice. Out of the little space, Dillon pulled his own gun.
"You scared?" the man asked her with a little grin on his lips.
"No," she lied, trying her best to keep a poker face so he wouldn't realize how terrified she really was inside.
Then, before she knew what was happening Dillon raised the gun and shot the man in the chest. Georgie screamed and Dillon quickly used his hand to cover her mouth. Little drops of blood were splattered on Georgie's clothes and a few drops were on her cheeks.
"It's ok," Dillon whispered, wrapping his arm around her.
"You killed him," she mumbled. Dillon could feel her whole body shaking next to him.
"I had to," he sighed, climbing out of bed and fumbling in the dark for the phone.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm calling Leo," Dillon raked his hand through his hair.
"I can't stay in here," she whispered, her eyes glued to the lifeless body lying on the floor beside her.
"Leo, yeah, we've got a problem...yeah, right now."
"I can't stay in here," she repeated again, sliding across the bed to Dillon's side and walking out of the room.
"Where in hell is Danny?" Dillon shouted, as he walked passed her on the staircase and rushed to the front door. He opened it and frustrated, he slammed it shut again.
"I'm gonna kill him," Dillon sighed "Where in the hell did he go? He's supposed to be watching this door!"
Georgie slid down onto the top step and held her head in her hands. When she pulled them away, she saw the blood smeared on them.
"Dillon."
He glanced up at her and rushed back up the staircase.
"It's all over me," she whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Come on," he said softly, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. "I'll wash it off for you."
* End Flashback *
"So, what are you doing tonight?" Maxie asked her sister, as she entered her office "I was thinking we could go to a movie or something."
"I can't," Georgie said matter of factly, closing the chart she had been going over and handing it over to her 'I've got plans."
"Plans?" Maxie's eyebrow raised "With who?"
"Dillon," Georgie finally admitted after a pause, standing up and grabbing her coat off the rack.
"Dillon?" Maxie repeated, surprised "Have you lost your mind?"
"No," Georgie headed out the door, Maxie in quick pursuit "We just decided to have dinner that's all."
"But..."
"It's just dinner Maxie," Georgie lied "I haven't seen him in three years. I'd like to know if he's all right."
"He's fine. You saw him on the docks and you saw him at the funeral, remember? I'm sure if he was having some major problem, he would have told you by now."
"I'll take a raincheck on that movie," Georgie called over her shoulder as she went out the front door. It was just beginning to get dark outside and the moon was already out. She knew she shouldn't be getting her hopes up. Just because Dillon spent the night did not mean that he had changed his mind about them. It didn't mean anything, accept that he still loved her and she already knew that. When she reached her apartment building, she spotted his car in the parking lot and smiled to herself. He had showed up, she knew he would.
She found him sitting outside her door, dressed in suit and tie. He looked ready for work, not to spend an evening with her.
"Hey," she walked up to him "Why didn't you go inside?"
"Because I can't stay," he whispered, avoiding her eyes.
"What?"
"I really need to be getting back to the city tonight. Business, you know. Ryan says he's really swamped."
"Right," she tried to hide her disappointment and nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's ok," she nodded her head forcing a smile "I understand."
"I don't think you do..."
"Oh, I do...believe me."
"Georgie," he stated firmly, stepping closer to her "What happened last night...it can't happen again."
"Right," she nodded, although the look on her face said other wise.
"You..." he sighed "mean more to me than anyone else in the world."
"Then why can't you just *be* with me?" she demanded, looking up to meet his gaze at last, a few tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.
He let out shaky sigh and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her face toward his. She kissed him back, wanting to hang on to every moment, knowing what it felt like to go without him for so long. He pulled away from her and lightly touched her cheek with his hand.
"I'm so proud of you," he whispered. Then he turned to go. If he didn't leave then, he never would.
"I love you," she whispered.
He turned back, a tear sliding down his cheek and forced a smile "I love you too."
* Flashback *
Georgie was shaking all over as Dillon pulled her into the bathroom and carefully wet a washcloth to wash the blood off her face. Her chin trembled as he slid the cloth over her cheeks. He sighed and kissed her forehead. As he stood up to wash the cloth out in the sink, he glanced over his shoulder.
"He's coming down on me really bad this time."
"Yeah," she whispered, not even paying attention.
"I think I should go to New York City."
"Ok."
"I mean I should go and you should stay here."
"I'm going with you."
"No," he shook his head "You're not. Georgie, it's too dangerous for you and I won't put you through this. You mean too much to me. Look at all Sonny's family went through because of him. No, Alcazar's crossed the line this time."
"Don't let what Mac said get to you," she shook her head "Why are you listening to him?"
"I'm not, I'm not listening to him. This is me talking."
"You can't just leave!" she shouted "For how long?...You don't mean..."
"It's always been there, in the back of my mind that this might happen. I've tried to ignore it, because you're everything to me," Georgie could see the pain in his eyes but it in no way made what he was saying easier to hear "... I'm selfish, I've been really naïve about this...but when I saw that man pointing that gun at you...and what he said, I know what I have to do."
Georgie was sitting in the bathroom floor, knees pulled up to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Stop," he whispered to her, hoping she would do as he asked but knowing she wouldn't.
"Well what do you want me to do?" she sniffed.
"Nothing. I told you, it's the right thing. You have to believe me."
"No," she shook her head, rising to her feet "I will never agree that this is right."
He turned around to face her, staring into her swollen eyes glistening with tears. He reached out and wiped a tear away with his thumb.
"You don't have a choice."
"I don't?" she shook her head in disbelief "So you are just going to decide my future for me? You're going to tell me what to do?"
"Georgie..."
"If you leave...if you go to New York City..." her chin trembled as she tried to gather all of her strength to get the next words out "Don't ever come back. Ever. You understand me?"
Dillon's eyes dropped to the floor and he took a deep breath.
"Because if you come back," her voice broke "It will break my heart...what's left of it."
"Georgie, you don't understand what it would be like for you if I stayed here..." Dillon sounded as if he was trying to convince himself, as much as he was her.
"But I love you," she sobbed.
"I love you too...and that's why I'm leaving."
* End Flashback *
Georgie watched him go, until he stepped into the elevator and was out of sight.
"That's not going to work this time," she sniffed, shaking her head as she wiped away her tears "I'm not letting you go, not again."
Georgie woke up with a strong arm wrapped around her side, warm breath on the back of her neck and the smell of cologne on her pillow. She smiled softly to herself and rolled over. Dillon was sleeping so peaceful; she hated to wake him. Carefully, she tried to pull back the covers.
"Not so fast," he reached up and slowly pulled her back down next to him "It's too early."
"You were always such a late sleeper," she grinned, as she settled into the comfort of his arms.
"And you always woke me up," he laughed into her ear.
"Yeah, yeah I miss trying to pull you out of the bed in the morning."
"Yeah, I miss it too," he licked the smile off his lips and held onto her a little tighter, as if it was going to be the last time.
* Flashback *
Dillon slowly slid his hand down the side of the bed, and in between the mattress and springs. The man was so preoccupied with Georgie he didn't even notice. Out of the little space, Dillon pulled his own gun.
"You scared?" the man asked her with a little grin on his lips.
"No," she lied, trying her best to keep a poker face so he wouldn't realize how terrified she really was inside.
Then, before she knew what was happening Dillon raised the gun and shot the man in the chest. Georgie screamed and Dillon quickly used his hand to cover her mouth. Little drops of blood were splattered on Georgie's clothes and a few drops were on her cheeks.
"It's ok," Dillon whispered, wrapping his arm around her.
"You killed him," she mumbled. Dillon could feel her whole body shaking next to him.
"I had to," he sighed, climbing out of bed and fumbling in the dark for the phone.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm calling Leo," Dillon raked his hand through his hair.
"I can't stay in here," she whispered, her eyes glued to the lifeless body lying on the floor beside her.
"Leo, yeah, we've got a problem...yeah, right now."
"I can't stay in here," she repeated again, sliding across the bed to Dillon's side and walking out of the room.
"Where in hell is Danny?" Dillon shouted, as he walked passed her on the staircase and rushed to the front door. He opened it and frustrated, he slammed it shut again.
"I'm gonna kill him," Dillon sighed "Where in the hell did he go? He's supposed to be watching this door!"
Georgie slid down onto the top step and held her head in her hands. When she pulled them away, she saw the blood smeared on them.
"Dillon."
He glanced up at her and rushed back up the staircase.
"It's all over me," she whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Come on," he said softly, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. "I'll wash it off for you."
* End Flashback *
"So, what are you doing tonight?" Maxie asked her sister, as she entered her office "I was thinking we could go to a movie or something."
"I can't," Georgie said matter of factly, closing the chart she had been going over and handing it over to her 'I've got plans."
"Plans?" Maxie's eyebrow raised "With who?"
"Dillon," Georgie finally admitted after a pause, standing up and grabbing her coat off the rack.
"Dillon?" Maxie repeated, surprised "Have you lost your mind?"
"No," Georgie headed out the door, Maxie in quick pursuit "We just decided to have dinner that's all."
"But..."
"It's just dinner Maxie," Georgie lied "I haven't seen him in three years. I'd like to know if he's all right."
"He's fine. You saw him on the docks and you saw him at the funeral, remember? I'm sure if he was having some major problem, he would have told you by now."
"I'll take a raincheck on that movie," Georgie called over her shoulder as she went out the front door. It was just beginning to get dark outside and the moon was already out. She knew she shouldn't be getting her hopes up. Just because Dillon spent the night did not mean that he had changed his mind about them. It didn't mean anything, accept that he still loved her and she already knew that. When she reached her apartment building, she spotted his car in the parking lot and smiled to herself. He had showed up, she knew he would.
She found him sitting outside her door, dressed in suit and tie. He looked ready for work, not to spend an evening with her.
"Hey," she walked up to him "Why didn't you go inside?"
"Because I can't stay," he whispered, avoiding her eyes.
"What?"
"I really need to be getting back to the city tonight. Business, you know. Ryan says he's really swamped."
"Right," she tried to hide her disappointment and nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's ok," she nodded her head forcing a smile "I understand."
"I don't think you do..."
"Oh, I do...believe me."
"Georgie," he stated firmly, stepping closer to her "What happened last night...it can't happen again."
"Right," she nodded, although the look on her face said other wise.
"You..." he sighed "mean more to me than anyone else in the world."
"Then why can't you just *be* with me?" she demanded, looking up to meet his gaze at last, a few tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.
He let out shaky sigh and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her face toward his. She kissed him back, wanting to hang on to every moment, knowing what it felt like to go without him for so long. He pulled away from her and lightly touched her cheek with his hand.
"I'm so proud of you," he whispered. Then he turned to go. If he didn't leave then, he never would.
"I love you," she whispered.
He turned back, a tear sliding down his cheek and forced a smile "I love you too."
* Flashback *
Georgie was shaking all over as Dillon pulled her into the bathroom and carefully wet a washcloth to wash the blood off her face. Her chin trembled as he slid the cloth over her cheeks. He sighed and kissed her forehead. As he stood up to wash the cloth out in the sink, he glanced over his shoulder.
"He's coming down on me really bad this time."
"Yeah," she whispered, not even paying attention.
"I think I should go to New York City."
"Ok."
"I mean I should go and you should stay here."
"I'm going with you."
"No," he shook his head "You're not. Georgie, it's too dangerous for you and I won't put you through this. You mean too much to me. Look at all Sonny's family went through because of him. No, Alcazar's crossed the line this time."
"Don't let what Mac said get to you," she shook her head "Why are you listening to him?"
"I'm not, I'm not listening to him. This is me talking."
"You can't just leave!" she shouted "For how long?...You don't mean..."
"It's always been there, in the back of my mind that this might happen. I've tried to ignore it, because you're everything to me," Georgie could see the pain in his eyes but it in no way made what he was saying easier to hear "... I'm selfish, I've been really naïve about this...but when I saw that man pointing that gun at you...and what he said, I know what I have to do."
Georgie was sitting in the bathroom floor, knees pulled up to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Stop," he whispered to her, hoping she would do as he asked but knowing she wouldn't.
"Well what do you want me to do?" she sniffed.
"Nothing. I told you, it's the right thing. You have to believe me."
"No," she shook her head, rising to her feet "I will never agree that this is right."
He turned around to face her, staring into her swollen eyes glistening with tears. He reached out and wiped a tear away with his thumb.
"You don't have a choice."
"I don't?" she shook her head in disbelief "So you are just going to decide my future for me? You're going to tell me what to do?"
"Georgie..."
"If you leave...if you go to New York City..." her chin trembled as she tried to gather all of her strength to get the next words out "Don't ever come back. Ever. You understand me?"
Dillon's eyes dropped to the floor and he took a deep breath.
"Because if you come back," her voice broke "It will break my heart...what's left of it."
"Georgie, you don't understand what it would be like for you if I stayed here..." Dillon sounded as if he was trying to convince himself, as much as he was her.
"But I love you," she sobbed.
"I love you too...and that's why I'm leaving."
* End Flashback *
Georgie watched him go, until he stepped into the elevator and was out of sight.
"That's not going to work this time," she sniffed, shaking her head as she wiped away her tears "I'm not letting you go, not again."