Port Charles Police Department, Saturday Morning-
It shouldn't have been surprising that something of such a caliber had happened at the pier. There was always something going down in Port Charles that would send the entire police department into a frantic state. They should have been long prepared for such an occurrence. But they weren't. Some of the squad had spent the entire night working on the scene, cleaning up the blood and removing the bodies from the area. Some would be haunted by the images that they saw for as long as they lived, but they got the job done regardless of how much they protested.
There was only one person that was entirely in the dark with the situation. Mac had no idea what had happened the night before. He and his daughters had spent the day together. Mac took a personal day, because he knew that his girls needed him to help adjust to the fact that their mother was injured and halfway around the continent. Maxie still opposed the idea of seeing Felicia. Mac wouldn't push her. He tried that, and all it did was push her away and make her run from him. He didn't want to lose her in the same way he lost so many other people in his life. He pondered asking Damian for his assistance in the matter. If she would listen to anyone... it would be him. And Mac could see why she trusted him and valued him so much now. He didn't take advantage of her when he could. He didn't try and shape her into a person that he wanted her to be. Damian let Maxie be Maxie, which was something that Kyle never did. It was something that Mac didn't necessarily do either. He wanted Maxie to be his little girl forever. Even though he saw that she was a young woman, a part of him wouldn't accept it. That part of him was pushing them apart, and he didn't want that.
So caught up in his thoughts was Mac that he didn't even notice the soul- sucking glare of Scott Baldwin, who was standing in front of his desk. "Scorpio!"
Mac turned his eyes up, "Scott?"
"Where were you last night?" Scott asked.
"I was spending time with my daughters. They needed me. I told everyone not to bother me no matter what happened."
"You have a duty to this city!"
"I have a duty to keep my daughters as happy as I possibly can!" Mac stood up. He didn't have the time to deal with Scott's whining, not today. "Unlike you, I try and spend as much time with my daughters as I can. I don't want to look back and say that I couldn't watch them grow up and become the beautiful young women that I know they're going to become."
"My daughter and I have a good relationship," Scott defended himself.
"Do you really?" Mac wondered. "When's the last time you were there for Serena when she needed her father? When did you actually take the time off to make sure that everything was okay with her?"
Scott, not able to find a decent answer, mostly because he didn't have one, changed the subject, "You don't even know what happened last night, do you?"
"I told you, Baldwin, I was spending time with my daughters. The City of Port Charles can still manage to be in one piece if I'm not spending every waking moment trying to protect it!"
Scott chuckled, "Don't be so sure about that, Commissioner," Scott threw the morning paper down on Mac's desk. "Take a look at what happened while you were taking your little personal vacation."
Mac read the headline: 'Mobsters dead in pier shootout. Police with little answers.' Mac sighed, "Dammit."
"You're lucky that I know how much you love those girls, Mac. Because if you didn't have them I would yank that badge from you so fast that you wouldn't even see my hands take it."
"Gloat later, Scott. Tell me what happened."
"The headline says it all, don't you think?"
"What do we know?"
"The same thing that we always know when it comes to crime in this city. Corinthos and Morgan were involved with the situation somehow."
"And we've got no evidence that can pin them to the scene, like usual, right?" Mac hated not being able to give the people of Port Charles the answers that they wanted just as much, if not more than Scott. Of course, his reasons were much more noble than Scott's could ever hope to be, not that Mac would ever actually make that statement. He didn't like Scott, he didn't fear him, but he knew that Scott had enough power to take away all the hard work that Mac had put in to making the Police Force something that could actually get results instead of the mockery that it once was. They didn't have the best success rate, but it was steadily improving, and most of it was because of Mac's hard work.
"Actually we do have something, for once." Scott got that look in his eyes that he often got when he had a lead that could bring him some more fame. Scott's ego needed to be stroked constantly. Mac wouldn't do it, so Scott had to find other ways to ensure that his needs were met.
"What is it?" Mac inquired.
"The newest member of Corinthos's brood dropped his wallet at the scene. During our initial examination of the area we picked it up."
"Damian?"
"Who else could it be? Unless Sonny's got dozens of other illegitimate children running around the world that we don't know about yet."
"You think he did it?" Mac asked, still somewhat shocked.
"He's a Corinthos! Bloodlust pumps through his veins! Maybe it was some sick initiation into his father's little group." Scott knew that the news would hit Mac hard. He knew that Maxie was seeing Damian. "We had to let him go, though."
"It's circumstantial evidence anyways," Mac was talking more to himself than anything. He had just decided that he was wrong about Damian all along, and now he was met with this new information.
"Nothing is ever circumstantial with that family."
"He wouldn't do it," Mac muttered. "He couldn't kill anyone."
"Are you defending the son of a known crime lord, Scorpio?"
"I'm defending the name of someone that I know to be innocent," Mac stated.
"He's got so many of you under his spell," Scott retorted. "He's even got Lansing swearing that he couldn't have done it. Imagine that, Ric Lansing defending someone that came out of his brother. Whatever witchcraft that kid practices he really should put it in a book and sell it. He'd make a bundle."
"Have you ever spent any time with him?" Mac asked.
"I don't associate myself with criminals."
"Afraid of being outdone?" Mac shot out smugly.
"You really should learn not to piss off the guy that holds your fate in his hands, Mac."
"I won't apologize for trying to keep someone who is innocent out of jail, Scott."
Scott laughed, "The only reason you even think that he's innocent is because of your daughter. Admit it."
"Maxie has nothing to do with my opinion of Damian Zuniga." It was the truth. Maxie's plight had shown the type of person Damian was, but Maxie herself had nothing to do with Mac's changed opinion. If Maxie was the one that would have shaped his opinion he would have been more accepting of their relationship from the beginning.
"If I can get the charge I'm going to make sure that I find a way to make it stick," Scott walked out.
Mac sat down in his chair, still in disbelief. Damian couldn't kill anyone, could he? Not in cold bold, that much was certain. Damian had shown himself to be one of the most morally upright people that Mac had ever met, and it was very strange to say that about the son of a crime lord, but it was the truth. But... if he had to kill them all in order to save someone that he cared about, would he do it? Probably. Almost certainly. Damian would do just about anything to safeguard the people that he cared for, even murder. He would only do it as a last option, but if it came down to it... he'd do it. Did Maxie even know about the incident the night before yet?
Scorpio Household-
"You're not thinking about cooking again, are you?" Georgie asked.
"No, of course not," Dillon said, even though he was in the kitchen and was going through the pots and the pans.
"Then what are you doing?"
"Umm... keeping myself occupied?" Dillon smirked.
"Step away from the cooking tools," Georgie ordered.
"But..."
"Now, Dillon!" Georgie's voice was full of force, something that it was rarely ever filled with.
"I've gotten better, honest!"
Georgie smiled, "If you want to cook so badly, why not do it at the mansion?"
"Cook won't let me near the fire, either."
"You haven't really gotten any better, have you?"
Dillon turned his eyes away, "Fine, I was lying."
Georgie rolled her eyes, "You're going to make me ban you from the kitchen, aren't you?"
"I'm not that bad!"
"You're still doing work for the damages that you caused the last time you tried to cook here!"
"I think Mac charged too much for inflation," Dillon muttered.
"Come on, let's watch a movie. It will keep you docile." Georgie led Dillon into the living room by hand and turned on the television. The news was on.
'There have been no recent developments in the shootout at the Port Charles Pier last night that left over a half dozen people dead. Police state that the investigation is still very much underway. District Attorney Scott Baldwin gave a statement last night.'
The television showed Scott talking. Dillon and Georgie saw Sonny and Carly walk past him and into the Department.
Maxie had seen them as well, "Why would Sonny and Carly be there?" She asked.
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It shouldn't have been surprising that something of such a caliber had happened at the pier. There was always something going down in Port Charles that would send the entire police department into a frantic state. They should have been long prepared for such an occurrence. But they weren't. Some of the squad had spent the entire night working on the scene, cleaning up the blood and removing the bodies from the area. Some would be haunted by the images that they saw for as long as they lived, but they got the job done regardless of how much they protested.
There was only one person that was entirely in the dark with the situation. Mac had no idea what had happened the night before. He and his daughters had spent the day together. Mac took a personal day, because he knew that his girls needed him to help adjust to the fact that their mother was injured and halfway around the continent. Maxie still opposed the idea of seeing Felicia. Mac wouldn't push her. He tried that, and all it did was push her away and make her run from him. He didn't want to lose her in the same way he lost so many other people in his life. He pondered asking Damian for his assistance in the matter. If she would listen to anyone... it would be him. And Mac could see why she trusted him and valued him so much now. He didn't take advantage of her when he could. He didn't try and shape her into a person that he wanted her to be. Damian let Maxie be Maxie, which was something that Kyle never did. It was something that Mac didn't necessarily do either. He wanted Maxie to be his little girl forever. Even though he saw that she was a young woman, a part of him wouldn't accept it. That part of him was pushing them apart, and he didn't want that.
So caught up in his thoughts was Mac that he didn't even notice the soul- sucking glare of Scott Baldwin, who was standing in front of his desk. "Scorpio!"
Mac turned his eyes up, "Scott?"
"Where were you last night?" Scott asked.
"I was spending time with my daughters. They needed me. I told everyone not to bother me no matter what happened."
"You have a duty to this city!"
"I have a duty to keep my daughters as happy as I possibly can!" Mac stood up. He didn't have the time to deal with Scott's whining, not today. "Unlike you, I try and spend as much time with my daughters as I can. I don't want to look back and say that I couldn't watch them grow up and become the beautiful young women that I know they're going to become."
"My daughter and I have a good relationship," Scott defended himself.
"Do you really?" Mac wondered. "When's the last time you were there for Serena when she needed her father? When did you actually take the time off to make sure that everything was okay with her?"
Scott, not able to find a decent answer, mostly because he didn't have one, changed the subject, "You don't even know what happened last night, do you?"
"I told you, Baldwin, I was spending time with my daughters. The City of Port Charles can still manage to be in one piece if I'm not spending every waking moment trying to protect it!"
Scott chuckled, "Don't be so sure about that, Commissioner," Scott threw the morning paper down on Mac's desk. "Take a look at what happened while you were taking your little personal vacation."
Mac read the headline: 'Mobsters dead in pier shootout. Police with little answers.' Mac sighed, "Dammit."
"You're lucky that I know how much you love those girls, Mac. Because if you didn't have them I would yank that badge from you so fast that you wouldn't even see my hands take it."
"Gloat later, Scott. Tell me what happened."
"The headline says it all, don't you think?"
"What do we know?"
"The same thing that we always know when it comes to crime in this city. Corinthos and Morgan were involved with the situation somehow."
"And we've got no evidence that can pin them to the scene, like usual, right?" Mac hated not being able to give the people of Port Charles the answers that they wanted just as much, if not more than Scott. Of course, his reasons were much more noble than Scott's could ever hope to be, not that Mac would ever actually make that statement. He didn't like Scott, he didn't fear him, but he knew that Scott had enough power to take away all the hard work that Mac had put in to making the Police Force something that could actually get results instead of the mockery that it once was. They didn't have the best success rate, but it was steadily improving, and most of it was because of Mac's hard work.
"Actually we do have something, for once." Scott got that look in his eyes that he often got when he had a lead that could bring him some more fame. Scott's ego needed to be stroked constantly. Mac wouldn't do it, so Scott had to find other ways to ensure that his needs were met.
"What is it?" Mac inquired.
"The newest member of Corinthos's brood dropped his wallet at the scene. During our initial examination of the area we picked it up."
"Damian?"
"Who else could it be? Unless Sonny's got dozens of other illegitimate children running around the world that we don't know about yet."
"You think he did it?" Mac asked, still somewhat shocked.
"He's a Corinthos! Bloodlust pumps through his veins! Maybe it was some sick initiation into his father's little group." Scott knew that the news would hit Mac hard. He knew that Maxie was seeing Damian. "We had to let him go, though."
"It's circumstantial evidence anyways," Mac was talking more to himself than anything. He had just decided that he was wrong about Damian all along, and now he was met with this new information.
"Nothing is ever circumstantial with that family."
"He wouldn't do it," Mac muttered. "He couldn't kill anyone."
"Are you defending the son of a known crime lord, Scorpio?"
"I'm defending the name of someone that I know to be innocent," Mac stated.
"He's got so many of you under his spell," Scott retorted. "He's even got Lansing swearing that he couldn't have done it. Imagine that, Ric Lansing defending someone that came out of his brother. Whatever witchcraft that kid practices he really should put it in a book and sell it. He'd make a bundle."
"Have you ever spent any time with him?" Mac asked.
"I don't associate myself with criminals."
"Afraid of being outdone?" Mac shot out smugly.
"You really should learn not to piss off the guy that holds your fate in his hands, Mac."
"I won't apologize for trying to keep someone who is innocent out of jail, Scott."
Scott laughed, "The only reason you even think that he's innocent is because of your daughter. Admit it."
"Maxie has nothing to do with my opinion of Damian Zuniga." It was the truth. Maxie's plight had shown the type of person Damian was, but Maxie herself had nothing to do with Mac's changed opinion. If Maxie was the one that would have shaped his opinion he would have been more accepting of their relationship from the beginning.
"If I can get the charge I'm going to make sure that I find a way to make it stick," Scott walked out.
Mac sat down in his chair, still in disbelief. Damian couldn't kill anyone, could he? Not in cold bold, that much was certain. Damian had shown himself to be one of the most morally upright people that Mac had ever met, and it was very strange to say that about the son of a crime lord, but it was the truth. But... if he had to kill them all in order to save someone that he cared about, would he do it? Probably. Almost certainly. Damian would do just about anything to safeguard the people that he cared for, even murder. He would only do it as a last option, but if it came down to it... he'd do it. Did Maxie even know about the incident the night before yet?
Scorpio Household-
"You're not thinking about cooking again, are you?" Georgie asked.
"No, of course not," Dillon said, even though he was in the kitchen and was going through the pots and the pans.
"Then what are you doing?"
"Umm... keeping myself occupied?" Dillon smirked.
"Step away from the cooking tools," Georgie ordered.
"But..."
"Now, Dillon!" Georgie's voice was full of force, something that it was rarely ever filled with.
"I've gotten better, honest!"
Georgie smiled, "If you want to cook so badly, why not do it at the mansion?"
"Cook won't let me near the fire, either."
"You haven't really gotten any better, have you?"
Dillon turned his eyes away, "Fine, I was lying."
Georgie rolled her eyes, "You're going to make me ban you from the kitchen, aren't you?"
"I'm not that bad!"
"You're still doing work for the damages that you caused the last time you tried to cook here!"
"I think Mac charged too much for inflation," Dillon muttered.
"Come on, let's watch a movie. It will keep you docile." Georgie led Dillon into the living room by hand and turned on the television. The news was on.
'There have been no recent developments in the shootout at the Port Charles Pier last night that left over a half dozen people dead. Police state that the investigation is still very much underway. District Attorney Scott Baldwin gave a statement last night.'
The television showed Scott talking. Dillon and Georgie saw Sonny and Carly walk past him and into the Department.
Maxie had seen them as well, "Why would Sonny and Carly be there?" She asked.
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