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"Kyle?" Maxie whispered as she lowered herself onto the carpet beside her boyfriend. He was so still, so silent.
"What am I gonna do?" Georgie gasped, as she began to pace circles around the room.
Maxie ran her hand along the side of Kyle's face. She knew she should feel something more. She should feel sadness, anger, shock, something...but she didn't. The Kyle that Georgie had fought with a few minutes earlier, wasn't the Kyle she loved, he wasn't even the Kyle she knew. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she stood back up and began to pace alongside her sister.
"I have to call the police," Georgie stammered at last "I just have to."
"You can't do that, we'll find another way."
"I'll just tell Mac," Georgie nodded her head, avoiding Maxie's disagreeing eyes "I mean, it was self defense right?"
"Yeah," Maxie sighed "But Georgie, you can't do that. You could go to jail for this!"
"What are we supposed to do then?" Georgie shrugged her shoulders, her whole body shaking "I, I killed him, and I can't just..."
"Georgie!"
Dillon's urgent voice called from the hallway, followed by his fists pounding on the door. They looked at each other, their eyes widening in shock.
"Georgie open the door!" Leo called from outside.
"It's ok," Maxie whispered, as she opened the door to let them inside. Dillon flew pass Maxie and went straight to his wife.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Dillon," she whispered.
"I told you not to come over here."
"Dillon, there's something..."
"You could..."
His voice trailed off, as his eyes caught sight of the body lying in the middle of the room. Leo quickly shut the door and locked it. Dillon walked closer to Kyle, his eyes narrowed in shock at what he was seeing. He looked up at his wife.
"I'm sorry," she shook her head, a sob finally escaping her throat "But he came after us, and I, I had to..."
"Take Maxie and go to the penthouse," he interrupted her, "Stay there, you think you can handle that?"
"Dillon, we need to call the police..."
"We're not calling the police!" he turned and walked back over to her "Go home."
"I'm sorry," she whispered again.
He let out a deep sigh, and pulled her toward him to hug her. He wanted to scream at her, but he knew it wasn't the time for that.
"Go on," he pulled away, pushing her softly toward the door "Leo, make sure they get in the car."
Leo nodded and followed them out. Dillon stood alone in the room, looming over Kyle Radcliffe's dead body.
*
Georgie was sitting quietly on the couch when Dillon came through the door a few hours later. She had a lot of time to think and the guilt was about to destroy her. Yeah, Kyle was a mean drunk, but she had no right to do what she did. She could have defended herself and Maxie in other ways, she could have told Dillon what was going on instead of insisting on taking care of it herself.
Dillon silently hung his coat up and stood by the door. She could feel his eyes on her and she stood up, walking toward him slowly.
"Dillon..."
"Why didn't you tell me? Leo said you were going to tell me."
"I was, but Jason was here, and I got really scared for Maxie...I don't know, I thought I could just go there and get her out. I never imagined..."
"Did he hurt you?"
Dillon reached out and lightly brushed his thumb over the black eye Georgie had received during the struggle with Kyle. She flinched.
"He would have," she nodded her head with assurance "You should have seen him Dillon..."
"I don't care," he shook his head "You shouldn't have went there."
"I know," she dropped her head in shame. She couldn't talk her way out of that one.
"Where's Maxie?"
"She's um, she's lying down in the guest room...What did you do with him?"
"It's better if you don't know that," he sighed, as he poured himself a drink.
"I *killed* him Dillon, I think I should at least know where you took him."
"Leo took care of it," he took a sip of his scotch.
"Dillon, I..."
"Stop it!" Georgie took a step back when Dillon raised his voice "Just, just stop it all right? The less you know, the better."
There was an uncomfortable silence as they stood in front of each other. All she wanted was for him to hold her and tell her everything was going to be ok, but she knew that wasn't going to happen.
"I worked so hard to make sure that you would never have to worry about anything," he finally spoke, locking his eyes with hers "Why couldn't you have just came to me tonight? Why couldn't you have just listened to me when I told you to let Leo handle it?"
"Dillon..."
"I can't lose you Georgie. Do you understand that? If anything ever happened to you, I would have nothing."
"I know, I'm sorry..." she lowered her eyes from him.
He took her face in his hands and forced her to look up at him.
"It's taken care of," he said firmly "I called in a favor from Coleman." Georgie furrowed her brow in confusion.
"This town is going to believe that Kyle left Port Charles tonight. He stopped by Jake's, had a drink, and told Coleman the whole thing. If they ask Maxie, he left the apartment and didn't tell her where he was going. Ok?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
"Georgie, you can't go to Mac."
"I know."
He sat his glass down and leaned against the mantle.
"You look tired. Why don't you try to get some sleep?"
"Ok," she whispered softly, although she wasn't sleepy. He knew she wasn't. How could she sleep? But she could feel the tension between them and she wanted to get away from it as quickly as possible, just like Dillon wanted.
"Georgie."
She turned on the staircase and looked back at him.
"It's gonna be ok," she could tell he was forcing the half smile he had on his lips.
She nodded, and rushed up the stairs.
*
"So uh, what did you do to this guy?" Coleman shook his head as he wiped down the bar.
"That's none of your concern," Leo sighed, as he slid onto a stool "Does Mr. Quartermaine have your cooperation?"
"Yeah, sure man. What do I care? I never liked the guy anyway."
"You will get the payments, just as Mr. Quartermaine instructed."
"Then we've got a deal," Coleman snatched the folded up bills from Leo's hand "Nice doing business with you."
"I warn you, Mr. Quartermaine doesn't like it when people double cross him."
"Not a problem," Coleman smiled, while chewing on his gum "You want a drink? On the house."
*
Dillon found Georgie standing on the balcony outside their bedroom the next morning. He hadn't went to sleep all night either, he had walked the floor. When she turned around, the sight of her black eye made his stomach turn. Georgie should have let him handle it. Kyle was a bastard; he had known it the moment he laid eyes on him thirteen years ago.
She smiled softly at him; Her eyes were red from crying all night.
"How are you doing?"
"I'm not sure," she shook her head "How's Maxie?"
"I don't know. She's not saying very much."
"I killed her boyfriend," Georgie sniffed "She's never going to forgive me...I'm never going to forgive myself. How am I supposed to live a normal life after this? I took someone else's life away and no matter how much I hated him...I'm a horrible person."
"Georgie, you were defending yourself, and your sister."
"Yeah, but I should have never been there."
"Yeah, well, things happen," Dillon sighed "You made the decision...you didn't know what was going to happen."
She turned around and looked out over the city. It was if she could hear it talking about her, as if everyone knew she was a murderer.
"You don't think Mac..."
"No," he shook his head "No, no way. I will handle this myself."
"But Dillon, what if this gets back to me? Then, I don't know how well the self defense story is gonna work when they find out I covered the murder up?"
"If that happens, which it won't, I'll take care of it."
Georgie didn't like the way he said that. It made her even more nervous.
*
"Kyle?" Maxie whispered as she lowered herself onto the carpet beside her boyfriend. He was so still, so silent.
"What am I gonna do?" Georgie gasped, as she began to pace circles around the room.
Maxie ran her hand along the side of Kyle's face. She knew she should feel something more. She should feel sadness, anger, shock, something...but she didn't. The Kyle that Georgie had fought with a few minutes earlier, wasn't the Kyle she loved, he wasn't even the Kyle she knew. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she stood back up and began to pace alongside her sister.
"I have to call the police," Georgie stammered at last "I just have to."
"You can't do that, we'll find another way."
"I'll just tell Mac," Georgie nodded her head, avoiding Maxie's disagreeing eyes "I mean, it was self defense right?"
"Yeah," Maxie sighed "But Georgie, you can't do that. You could go to jail for this!"
"What are we supposed to do then?" Georgie shrugged her shoulders, her whole body shaking "I, I killed him, and I can't just..."
"Georgie!"
Dillon's urgent voice called from the hallway, followed by his fists pounding on the door. They looked at each other, their eyes widening in shock.
"Georgie open the door!" Leo called from outside.
"It's ok," Maxie whispered, as she opened the door to let them inside. Dillon flew pass Maxie and went straight to his wife.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Dillon," she whispered.
"I told you not to come over here."
"Dillon, there's something..."
"You could..."
His voice trailed off, as his eyes caught sight of the body lying in the middle of the room. Leo quickly shut the door and locked it. Dillon walked closer to Kyle, his eyes narrowed in shock at what he was seeing. He looked up at his wife.
"I'm sorry," she shook her head, a sob finally escaping her throat "But he came after us, and I, I had to..."
"Take Maxie and go to the penthouse," he interrupted her, "Stay there, you think you can handle that?"
"Dillon, we need to call the police..."
"We're not calling the police!" he turned and walked back over to her "Go home."
"I'm sorry," she whispered again.
He let out a deep sigh, and pulled her toward him to hug her. He wanted to scream at her, but he knew it wasn't the time for that.
"Go on," he pulled away, pushing her softly toward the door "Leo, make sure they get in the car."
Leo nodded and followed them out. Dillon stood alone in the room, looming over Kyle Radcliffe's dead body.
*
Georgie was sitting quietly on the couch when Dillon came through the door a few hours later. She had a lot of time to think and the guilt was about to destroy her. Yeah, Kyle was a mean drunk, but she had no right to do what she did. She could have defended herself and Maxie in other ways, she could have told Dillon what was going on instead of insisting on taking care of it herself.
Dillon silently hung his coat up and stood by the door. She could feel his eyes on her and she stood up, walking toward him slowly.
"Dillon..."
"Why didn't you tell me? Leo said you were going to tell me."
"I was, but Jason was here, and I got really scared for Maxie...I don't know, I thought I could just go there and get her out. I never imagined..."
"Did he hurt you?"
Dillon reached out and lightly brushed his thumb over the black eye Georgie had received during the struggle with Kyle. She flinched.
"He would have," she nodded her head with assurance "You should have seen him Dillon..."
"I don't care," he shook his head "You shouldn't have went there."
"I know," she dropped her head in shame. She couldn't talk her way out of that one.
"Where's Maxie?"
"She's um, she's lying down in the guest room...What did you do with him?"
"It's better if you don't know that," he sighed, as he poured himself a drink.
"I *killed* him Dillon, I think I should at least know where you took him."
"Leo took care of it," he took a sip of his scotch.
"Dillon, I..."
"Stop it!" Georgie took a step back when Dillon raised his voice "Just, just stop it all right? The less you know, the better."
There was an uncomfortable silence as they stood in front of each other. All she wanted was for him to hold her and tell her everything was going to be ok, but she knew that wasn't going to happen.
"I worked so hard to make sure that you would never have to worry about anything," he finally spoke, locking his eyes with hers "Why couldn't you have just came to me tonight? Why couldn't you have just listened to me when I told you to let Leo handle it?"
"Dillon..."
"I can't lose you Georgie. Do you understand that? If anything ever happened to you, I would have nothing."
"I know, I'm sorry..." she lowered her eyes from him.
He took her face in his hands and forced her to look up at him.
"It's taken care of," he said firmly "I called in a favor from Coleman." Georgie furrowed her brow in confusion.
"This town is going to believe that Kyle left Port Charles tonight. He stopped by Jake's, had a drink, and told Coleman the whole thing. If they ask Maxie, he left the apartment and didn't tell her where he was going. Ok?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
"Georgie, you can't go to Mac."
"I know."
He sat his glass down and leaned against the mantle.
"You look tired. Why don't you try to get some sleep?"
"Ok," she whispered softly, although she wasn't sleepy. He knew she wasn't. How could she sleep? But she could feel the tension between them and she wanted to get away from it as quickly as possible, just like Dillon wanted.
"Georgie."
She turned on the staircase and looked back at him.
"It's gonna be ok," she could tell he was forcing the half smile he had on his lips.
She nodded, and rushed up the stairs.
*
"So uh, what did you do to this guy?" Coleman shook his head as he wiped down the bar.
"That's none of your concern," Leo sighed, as he slid onto a stool "Does Mr. Quartermaine have your cooperation?"
"Yeah, sure man. What do I care? I never liked the guy anyway."
"You will get the payments, just as Mr. Quartermaine instructed."
"Then we've got a deal," Coleman snatched the folded up bills from Leo's hand "Nice doing business with you."
"I warn you, Mr. Quartermaine doesn't like it when people double cross him."
"Not a problem," Coleman smiled, while chewing on his gum "You want a drink? On the house."
*
Dillon found Georgie standing on the balcony outside their bedroom the next morning. He hadn't went to sleep all night either, he had walked the floor. When she turned around, the sight of her black eye made his stomach turn. Georgie should have let him handle it. Kyle was a bastard; he had known it the moment he laid eyes on him thirteen years ago.
She smiled softly at him; Her eyes were red from crying all night.
"How are you doing?"
"I'm not sure," she shook her head "How's Maxie?"
"I don't know. She's not saying very much."
"I killed her boyfriend," Georgie sniffed "She's never going to forgive me...I'm never going to forgive myself. How am I supposed to live a normal life after this? I took someone else's life away and no matter how much I hated him...I'm a horrible person."
"Georgie, you were defending yourself, and your sister."
"Yeah, but I should have never been there."
"Yeah, well, things happen," Dillon sighed "You made the decision...you didn't know what was going to happen."
She turned around and looked out over the city. It was if she could hear it talking about her, as if everyone knew she was a murderer.
"You don't think Mac..."
"No," he shook his head "No, no way. I will handle this myself."
"But Dillon, what if this gets back to me? Then, I don't know how well the self defense story is gonna work when they find out I covered the murder up?"
"If that happens, which it won't, I'll take care of it."
Georgie didn't like the way he said that. It made her even more nervous.
