Longer chapter this time. =)
Georgie sat nervously in a desk chair outside the PCPD interrogation room. Dillon had been in there for over thirty minutes being grilled by Scott Baldwin. It was almost as if Scott was glad Dillon took over after Sonny left, his job wouldn't be as much fun if he didn't have a local mob boss to push around. When the news broke about the murders and an unidentified informant told the cops about the meeting a couple nights before, Scott jumped on Dillon as the prime suspect, merely because he could.
Georgie didn't believe he did it. Dillon didn't like to get his hands dirty unless it was something that was unavoidable and Faith didn't seem like she was that big of a threat. Georgie did, however, sense he knew who had killed the newlyweds and she hoped he would tell to clear his own name.
Finally, the door opened and Dillon came out with Scott close behind. Scott looked agitated, clearly he hadn't got what he wanted from the questioning.
"Anything else I can do for you Baldwin?" Dillon sauntered through the station "Wash your car, make you dinner."
"Sonny sure rubbed off on you didn't he? And we all know what happened to him," he smirked with contentment.
"Is that all?"
"For now," Scott fumbled with the buttons on his blazer "I'll let you know about that car."
Dillon ignored him, moving toward Georgie and taking her by the arm.
"What happened?" she asked as soon as Scott was out of sight.
"Nothing, they've got nothing on me because I had nothing to do with it."
"Well do you know who did?"
Dillon leaned a little closer to her and lowered his voice.
"It was Tagliati, he threatened them the other night."
"Well did you tell Scott that?"
"No," he shook his head as they walked out the door "That's his business, it's none of my concern."
"But..."
"Just let me handle it ok?"
* Two Months Later *
It was the week after Thanksgiving and the town of Port Charles was already getting into the Christmas spirit. Everything was decorated, trees were on sale in the lots all over the city and shopping was in full swing.
Georgie had just finished having lunch with Elizabeth and was leaving Kelly's when she ran into Lucas. With her busy schedule, she had hardly spoken to him since the night they spent together and she had decided to try her best to keep it that way.
"Hey Georgie."
"Hey," she smiled, trying her best to be happy about it "How was your Thanksgiving?"
"Fine," he nodded "So I heard about you and Dillon."
"Yeah, we're getting married on Valentine's Day. I know that sounds kind of cliché and everything but Dillon was pretty determined," she laughed.
"You do realize you're marrying a killer?" Lucas replied with a stone face.
"Excuse me?"
"Georgie everybody in town knows that Dillon killed Faith and Ric. It's just nobody is brave enough to talk about it. If Baldwin had been able to find any evidence, he..."
Georgie was shaking her head with disgust. How dare he?
"Baldwin could look for the rest of his life and he still wouldn't find anything because Dillon had nothing to do with it."
"You're still defending him," Lucas laughed with annoyance "After everything he did to you..."
"You've never understood him, you don't know him at all."
"You and your sister, you'll never learn will you?"
"What does Maxie have to do with this?"
"Oh come on, like you don't know. I saw her the other night at the PC Grille, hanging all over Kyle Radcliffe."
"What?"
"I hope you get out Georgie," Lucas shook his head "For your sake."
He left her standing there, surrounded by white Christmas lights in the trees, in total shock.
Dillon stopped by Jake's on his way home later that night. Coleman had told him he had some good scotch that had "fallen off a truck". He and Coleman had a mutual respect for one another.
Lucas was sitting at the bar, downing another shot when Dillon walked up. He cast a smug look up at him and shook his head.
"What are you doing here Quartermaine?" he picked up another shot glass.
"How many of those have you had?" Dillon asked, as he looked around for Coleman.
"Not enough...Hey great job on Georgie though, congratulations."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh you know, convincing her that you're not the lying, murderer that this whole town knows you are."
"You better quit while you're ahead," Dillon turned to him.
"What? Does the truth hurt Dillon?"
"Drop it."
"Georgie has always been so innocent, so understanding, she's too good for you."
Dillon turned to go, wanting to get out of there before he did something he would regret later.
"Hey, did you know that she could have been with me...I could have had her," Lucas laughed, clearly too drunk to know what he was saying, "Come here, I wanna tell you something."
Dillon walked back over and rolled his eyes. He was getting sick of pacifying him.
Lucas stood up and leaned toward him with a smile on his face.
"I slept with Georgie."
"You what?"
"Yeah, not too long ago either," he grinned with satisfaction "Let me tell you, she..."
"Shut up!" Dillon grabbed Lucas by the collar and pushed him against the wall, slightly lifting him off the ground.
"Hurts doesn't it?" Lucas laughed "Come on, Dillon. Kill me, you know you want to. Prove everybody right."
Dillon let go of his grip and stood back staring at the one man he truly hated. He had never liked Lucas, ever since they were kids. He drew back and punched him in the eye, knocking him to the ground and left before his anger got the better of him.
With Leo's help Georgie had been able to bring the Christmas tree she had picked out home to the apartment. She carefully opened the box of new ornaments and pulled one out. She turned it over in her hand, staring down at her reflection in the glass. Just as she was about to hang it on the tree, Dillon burst through the front door slamming it behind him. The quick action made her jump and her eyes grew wide when she saw the anger on his face.
"What's the matter?"
"What's the matter," Dillon laughed, putting his hands on his hips "I talked to Lucas tonight."
She carefully hung the ornament on one of the higher branches and dug back in the box for another.
"Did he upset you?"
"Oh he didn't," he shook his head moving closer to her "It's what he told me."
"What?"
"Did you sleep with him?"
With those five words, she dropped the red glass ball onto the floor. It shattered, the pieces flew in all different directions across the room. She met his gaze at last with wide eyes and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"You *slept* with Lucas."
"But," she stammered "Dillon that was before we got back together...and we were drunk, I was upset and..."
"Of all the people in Port Charles, you had to pick him? You had to pick the one man..."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, sobs now building up inside of her body. She had never seen him this angry and hurt with her, ever.
"You're sorry," he shook his head.
"Dillon it was before we got back together!"
"You came after me and you told me how much you loved me..."
"I do!"
"But you had just slept with Lucas?"
"Dillon, you have to let me explain!"
"I can't talk about this right now," he shook his head and moved back to the door "I'm going out."
"Dillon!"
The only reply she got back was the slamming of the door
Georgie sat nervously in a desk chair outside the PCPD interrogation room. Dillon had been in there for over thirty minutes being grilled by Scott Baldwin. It was almost as if Scott was glad Dillon took over after Sonny left, his job wouldn't be as much fun if he didn't have a local mob boss to push around. When the news broke about the murders and an unidentified informant told the cops about the meeting a couple nights before, Scott jumped on Dillon as the prime suspect, merely because he could.
Georgie didn't believe he did it. Dillon didn't like to get his hands dirty unless it was something that was unavoidable and Faith didn't seem like she was that big of a threat. Georgie did, however, sense he knew who had killed the newlyweds and she hoped he would tell to clear his own name.
Finally, the door opened and Dillon came out with Scott close behind. Scott looked agitated, clearly he hadn't got what he wanted from the questioning.
"Anything else I can do for you Baldwin?" Dillon sauntered through the station "Wash your car, make you dinner."
"Sonny sure rubbed off on you didn't he? And we all know what happened to him," he smirked with contentment.
"Is that all?"
"For now," Scott fumbled with the buttons on his blazer "I'll let you know about that car."
Dillon ignored him, moving toward Georgie and taking her by the arm.
"What happened?" she asked as soon as Scott was out of sight.
"Nothing, they've got nothing on me because I had nothing to do with it."
"Well do you know who did?"
Dillon leaned a little closer to her and lowered his voice.
"It was Tagliati, he threatened them the other night."
"Well did you tell Scott that?"
"No," he shook his head as they walked out the door "That's his business, it's none of my concern."
"But..."
"Just let me handle it ok?"
* Two Months Later *
It was the week after Thanksgiving and the town of Port Charles was already getting into the Christmas spirit. Everything was decorated, trees were on sale in the lots all over the city and shopping was in full swing.
Georgie had just finished having lunch with Elizabeth and was leaving Kelly's when she ran into Lucas. With her busy schedule, she had hardly spoken to him since the night they spent together and she had decided to try her best to keep it that way.
"Hey Georgie."
"Hey," she smiled, trying her best to be happy about it "How was your Thanksgiving?"
"Fine," he nodded "So I heard about you and Dillon."
"Yeah, we're getting married on Valentine's Day. I know that sounds kind of cliché and everything but Dillon was pretty determined," she laughed.
"You do realize you're marrying a killer?" Lucas replied with a stone face.
"Excuse me?"
"Georgie everybody in town knows that Dillon killed Faith and Ric. It's just nobody is brave enough to talk about it. If Baldwin had been able to find any evidence, he..."
Georgie was shaking her head with disgust. How dare he?
"Baldwin could look for the rest of his life and he still wouldn't find anything because Dillon had nothing to do with it."
"You're still defending him," Lucas laughed with annoyance "After everything he did to you..."
"You've never understood him, you don't know him at all."
"You and your sister, you'll never learn will you?"
"What does Maxie have to do with this?"
"Oh come on, like you don't know. I saw her the other night at the PC Grille, hanging all over Kyle Radcliffe."
"What?"
"I hope you get out Georgie," Lucas shook his head "For your sake."
He left her standing there, surrounded by white Christmas lights in the trees, in total shock.
Dillon stopped by Jake's on his way home later that night. Coleman had told him he had some good scotch that had "fallen off a truck". He and Coleman had a mutual respect for one another.
Lucas was sitting at the bar, downing another shot when Dillon walked up. He cast a smug look up at him and shook his head.
"What are you doing here Quartermaine?" he picked up another shot glass.
"How many of those have you had?" Dillon asked, as he looked around for Coleman.
"Not enough...Hey great job on Georgie though, congratulations."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh you know, convincing her that you're not the lying, murderer that this whole town knows you are."
"You better quit while you're ahead," Dillon turned to him.
"What? Does the truth hurt Dillon?"
"Drop it."
"Georgie has always been so innocent, so understanding, she's too good for you."
Dillon turned to go, wanting to get out of there before he did something he would regret later.
"Hey, did you know that she could have been with me...I could have had her," Lucas laughed, clearly too drunk to know what he was saying, "Come here, I wanna tell you something."
Dillon walked back over and rolled his eyes. He was getting sick of pacifying him.
Lucas stood up and leaned toward him with a smile on his face.
"I slept with Georgie."
"You what?"
"Yeah, not too long ago either," he grinned with satisfaction "Let me tell you, she..."
"Shut up!" Dillon grabbed Lucas by the collar and pushed him against the wall, slightly lifting him off the ground.
"Hurts doesn't it?" Lucas laughed "Come on, Dillon. Kill me, you know you want to. Prove everybody right."
Dillon let go of his grip and stood back staring at the one man he truly hated. He had never liked Lucas, ever since they were kids. He drew back and punched him in the eye, knocking him to the ground and left before his anger got the better of him.
With Leo's help Georgie had been able to bring the Christmas tree she had picked out home to the apartment. She carefully opened the box of new ornaments and pulled one out. She turned it over in her hand, staring down at her reflection in the glass. Just as she was about to hang it on the tree, Dillon burst through the front door slamming it behind him. The quick action made her jump and her eyes grew wide when she saw the anger on his face.
"What's the matter?"
"What's the matter," Dillon laughed, putting his hands on his hips "I talked to Lucas tonight."
She carefully hung the ornament on one of the higher branches and dug back in the box for another.
"Did he upset you?"
"Oh he didn't," he shook his head moving closer to her "It's what he told me."
"What?"
"Did you sleep with him?"
With those five words, she dropped the red glass ball onto the floor. It shattered, the pieces flew in all different directions across the room. She met his gaze at last with wide eyes and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"You *slept* with Lucas."
"But," she stammered "Dillon that was before we got back together...and we were drunk, I was upset and..."
"Of all the people in Port Charles, you had to pick him? You had to pick the one man..."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, sobs now building up inside of her body. She had never seen him this angry and hurt with her, ever.
"You're sorry," he shook his head.
"Dillon it was before we got back together!"
"You came after me and you told me how much you loved me..."
"I do!"
"But you had just slept with Lucas?"
"Dillon, you have to let me explain!"
"I can't talk about this right now," he shook his head and moved back to the door "I'm going out."
"Dillon!"
The only reply she got back was the slamming of the door