Title: She never lets it go to her heart 5/?

Author: Christen (purplehaysc@hotmail.com) or if you want to get a response during the week email me at cha005@latech.edu

Disclaimer: These Characters belong to General Hospital except anyone you do not recognize.

Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.

Comments: email me all you comments and suggestions. Ok and I just wanted to tell a big thanks to one of my readers who suggested I write this. J

"When they start talkin'
She starts walkin'
Right back to my arms.
She can turn every head,
But she never lets it go to her heart.
( never lets it go to her heart )"

Taggart was sitting down at his desk when Skye came in.

"You want to take this one?" The officer said as he came in with Skye.

"I know I must dreaming because I know you wouldn't be trying to give me one of the case you don't want." Taggart said sarcastically.

"Oh come on your owe me." The officer said.

"Look if you would just take these cuffs off of me then neither one of you would have to take my case." Skye said mad.

"Shut up!" Taggart said mad.

"So will you take her?" The officer asked.

"What is she in for?" Taggart said.

"Drunken disorder." The officer said. "And thanks."

"Let's be very clear on one thing and that's that this will more than pay you back."

"Yeah." The officer said laughing as he walked off.

"Ok Mrs. Chadler-Quartermine how about you sit down." Taggart said as he pushed her down in the car.

"Don't I at least get one phone call?" Skye asked annoyed.

"How about you shut up and then we'll take about the phone call." Taggart said annoyed.

"Hey Taggart telephone!" One of the officers screamed.

"Who is it?" Taggart asked.

"It's your fiancée, she says it's an emergency."

"Ok thanks."

"She's on line 4."

Taggart picked up the phone. "Skye, what's wrong?" Taggart asked worried.

"What makes you think something's wrong?" Skye asked confused.

"You said it was an emergency."

"And…"

"Skye, remember what I said defines an emergency?"

"Yes."

"So are you in danger of any kind?"

"No."

"Is anyone dying?"

"No."

"Then why did you say it was an emergency?"

"Because it is, it's just not that kind of an emergency."

Taggart laughed. "Ok I'll bite. What kind of emergency is it?"

"A wedding one."

"Ok what's the problem?"

"The seating arrangement for our reception. Your mother and my mother can't sit next to each other. They'd kill each other. So what are we going to do?"

"We're not going to do anything. I'm going to finish my work, come home and spend the rest of the evening with my beautiful fiancée who will of fixed this by then or have just decided to not let our mothers bother her. How does that sound as a plan for you?"

"It sounds great."

"Good."

"And Marcus?"

"What?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Taggart! Taggart!"

Taggart was taken out of his thought by Skye. "What?" He asked mad.

"If you don't give me my phone call now then I'll claim in court that you denied me my basic rights."

"Fine, take your damn phone call!" Taggart said mad as he handed her the phone.