Author's Note: Hope my feeble and elementary attempts at Spanish weren't too bad...

"Child, did you get a look at the men folk running around here? I have to start coming to South Beach more often."

"Yeah that huge Farmer Bill straw hat so blends in with the Natives", Peyton teased, rolling her eyes at Gordon's ensemble.

"Uh-uh. Not too much, Shoulders. Not too much. I will have you know that this is in style. Style, which happens to be my field of expertise and obviously something you know nothing about hence that red tank top."

"What's wrong with my tank top? Okay so it might not be Gucci or Armani or Prada or that other fancy overpriced stuff you like to parade around in but I have bills and responsibilities and a child that don't allow me to spend a month's paycheck on a stupid shirt."

"How do you spell hostile? P-e-y-t-o-n! Settle down, please. Your volume level is at a ten and I could use you at a two. And price has nothing to do with it. You actually look cute in your little Gap special, I was just talking about those hideous…"

"Shoulders! I know, Gordon! We all know! God knows you say it enough. And would you please stop because you're starting to hurt my feelings. I guess I shouldn't let it bother me. My man says I have great shoulders."

"Yeah if you're trying out with the Chicago Bears. Child, you know old Jake the Snake must be in love with your ass to feed you some lies like that…"

"Okay, you two. Could we please just get to the task at hand?" Mary asked.

Peyton and Gordon had been going at it for hours, days even and while the exchange was for the most part comical, there were more important issues to discuss. They were in Miami in front of the beach house with the address that matched that of Anna-Maria Aggabao, Felix Colwell's supposedly estranged half sister.

"How are we gonna do this, guys?" Peyton asked.

"I say we knock, introduce ourselves, be polite and get straight to the point", Mary said.

"Oh no, Mama Diva! We can't do that. You don't just go to some stranger's house and blurt out some mess like that. No you have to have a method, a plan, if you will."

"And let me guess", Peyton said. "You have a plan."

"You know it, Shoulders."

He reached in his oversized pocket and pulled out a jumbo Kit Kat.

"Chocolate?" Peyton shook her head. "Just great, Gordon. What do you propose we do? Get her to confess all the dirty family secrets by bribing her sweet tooth? Oh wait, with the size of that thing we could always beat her to death."

"See? Mary, that's why I am so glad you're here because if you weren't I would seriously have to hurt Miss Thang over here. I am going to pretend to sell candy for a fundraiser."

"Oh that's realistic", Peyton rolled her eyes. "I'm sure she'll jump at the fact to help out you and the rest of your little Brownie Troop. Gordon, get real! Look at the three of us. Like we could pass for students or something."

"Watch it Shoulders and I don't know about you but Father Time has been good to me."

"Gordon, sweetie, nice try but I think I'm gonna have to side with Peyton on this one. It…it just won't work. We just have to ring the bell and get to the point."

"Fine but I'm doing the talking", he huffed.

"I think Peyton or I should…"

"Oh no! The Gordon does not play second fiddle to anyone. I'm Batman, ya'll can be Robin. I'm Dick Clark, y'all can be Ed McMahon. I'm…"

"You're the biggest idiot I've ever seen."

"Miss Peyton, you're lucky I just got my nails done or you would get the biggest knuckle sandwich."

"I'm not scared. Why should I be, Gordon when I can just 'shoulder' you to death?"

"Oooo, that's true. Let me rephrase, child…"

Ready to pull her hair out, Mary brushed past the feuding two and rang the buzzer. By the time they heard footsteps coming, Gordon had wiggled his way back to the front. A short, plump lady with a plain and homely face opened the door.."

"Whoo, looks did not run in the family", Gordon whispered to Peyton and Mary.

The lady stared at them.

"Hola."

"Hi. Um, we're looking for Ms. Aggabao", Peyton said.

"Yo no hablo ingles."

"Great", Peyton muttered looking to Gordon and Mary for help.

"Child, don't look at me. I was absent the day they covered all that."

Peyton tried to concentrate and remember anything she could from Spanish class. She cursed all the days she and Brooke had skipped Senora Perez's fifth period lectures.

"Carmen, quienn esta a la puerta?"

Three pairs of eyes peered into the house trying to sneak a look at who the new voice was. The woman at the door who had been referred to as Carmen stepped aside and another younger woman came in view.

"Anna-Maria Aggabao?" Mary asked.

"Yes. Who wants to know?" asked a soft voice.

Carmen left, leaving the woman in plain sight of Peyton and Gordon. It took a few seconds for that certain recognition to kick it but it did and simultaneously.

"Ain't this about a bitch?" Gordon said, grabbing Peyton's hands so he wouldn't pass out.

At the same time Anna recognized Peyton and Gordon as well.

"Are you Anna-Maria Aggabao?" Peyton asked again.

"I…"

"You look an awful lot like Anna Rojano. You know Anna Rojano, from the concert? Judas' Anna Rojano."

Uncomfortable and visibly agitated, Anna began to close the door.

"Wait", Mary pleaded. "Miss Aggabao or Rojano or whatever your name is, please. We really need to speak to you. Please. It's very important."

Anna sighed and opened the door reluctantly allowing the trio access inside her home. They all sat in the living room, not sure of exactly what to say. Finally it was Gordon who had the courage to ask what everyone was surely thinking.

"So…nice digs. Professional decorator?"

"No", Anna said. "I…um, I did it all myself."

"Cool. You're very talented, now who the hell are you? You got more aliases than Jennifer Garner."

"My full name is Anna Maria Rojano Aggabao", she finally spoke. "Rojano is my mother's maiden name. Aggabao is my father's last name."

"Damn. Whatever happened to simple shit like Jones and Smith?"

"What are you people doing here? What do you want from me?"

"Is Felix Colwell your older brother?" Peyton asked.

"Half brother, yes he is. We aren't very close. What does Felix have to do with this?"

"So you're Luke's girlfriend but also the sister of Felix, who just so happens to be dating and destroying the life of Luke's wife, Brooke."

"Lucas Scott and I are friends. I wasn't aware that my brother was dating his wife although I had heard rumors in the papers but uh, you can't believe everything you read."

"That's right and that's why we're here, Anna. We need your help. We need you to give us whatever info you can on Felix. Our friend, and Mary's daughter is in a lot of trouble. We have a reason to feel that Felix is behind it or at least knows what's going on."

"I wouldn't put anything past Felix but I'm sorry. I haven't talked to my brother in years. I can't help you."

"Anna…"

"I said I can't help you. Now please leave."

"I just have one question", Gordon said. "Anna, I'm just like you, an innocent bystander caught up in this crazy ass Tree Hill drama. These are the craziest folks I've ever met. Anyway, just one thing. What does Judas have to say about you being Felix's sister? I mean, what's really going on? Is he using you to get back at Felix or what? It just seems fishy to me. I'm about to call Oliver Stone because we got ourselves a conspiracy."

"Lucas doesn't know that Felix and I are related…"

"Whoo child! Trifling!"

"…It's not something I am all that proud of frankly."

"Just one more thing, Anna", Mary said, pulling out the photo of Felix and Mrs. Patterson. "Do you know who that woman is in the picture with your brother?"

"No", Anna said quickly but her eyes told another story. "Please. Now is not the best time…"

"Fine. We'll leave", Mary sighed. "Um, sorry to bother you but we figured it was worth a shot. Uh, thank you for your time."

Anna nodded as Peyton stared at her. They had come so close and now all for nothing. Peyton thought back to the Art show and Haley's concert, desperately trying to grasp at straws and link all the unanswered questions together. Then it hit her.

"Dan Scott!"

Mary and Gordon looked at her and it was easy to see the initial hint of fear and surprise etched on Anna's face.

"Excuse me?"

"Dan Scott, Luke's father. I think you know him very well", Peyton said, going out on a limb. "In fact, Brooke saw the two of you making out at his birthday party."

"I…I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Just admit it, Anna. You're just as bad if not worse than your brother. You're having affairs with a father and son who both happen to be married."

"That's not true."

"I knew it. I knew Felix was up to something and now you're in it, too."

"Get out of my house."

"No. Not until you tell us everything. There is a woman in Connecticut right now who is the sweetest, most loving, giving, wonderful person I've ever met in my life. And she has been through pure hell the past year and now she is losing everything she has. Her friends, her family, her money, her job, her reputation…and her child", Peyton said, pulling a photo from her wallet. "You see this little girl? That is Harmony Joy Scott, daughter of Brooke and Lucas. And she doesn't have her Mommy right now and you bet your ass your scheming brother has something to do with it. And that lady in the paper? Judith Patterson? I know you know her. She and Dan and Felix and possibly you have planned something really awful and three very innocent people are really suffering for that."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do. Whatever it is, you have to tell us so we can stop it before it is too late. Anna, this is serious! I don't think you're an evil person but you know something evil is going on. Look at this baby. Look at her. She doesn't deserve this and neither does Brooke. And what about Lucas? Did Dan send you to seduce him or something? Lucas is a good guy and he's been really nice to you, Anna. He doesn't deserve this either. It's not right. Please. Please stop hurting them."

"I'm calling the police."

"Fine. Call the police if that makes you feel better but your brother is a horrible person and so is this Patterson lady. And Dan Scott? Don't even get me started! I have known him all my life and trust me, he is Satan personified. Either he is blackmailing you against your will or he is sweet talking you with empty promises. Those can be the only two reasons because Dan is a liar and a master manipulator and a narcissist. He only cares about himself and what he wants and he will use anything or any person along the way, then dump and destroy you after he's done. That's how he works. So whatever he has on you, is all this worth it? And if he's whispering sweet nothings in your ear, then it's all horse shit. He doesn't love you, he will never be with you and most importantly, he isn't leaving Deb. And shame on him if he's feeding you that bull and shame on you if you're believing it. You aren't the first and sadly you won't be the last."

"That's it", Anna said, trying to regain control. "I'm not joking. This conversation is over. Out! All of you."

"Think about what I said", Peyton said as the three left.

Anna shut the door and tried to maintain a semi normal breathing pattern. Oh she would think about Peyton's words. In fact they were all she could think about.

Once outside, Peyton then explained what Brooke had told her about Anna.

"You were good in there, Shoulders. Like one of them Law & Order broads."

"Yeah? And who says hours in front of the tube doesn't pay off."

"This is crazy", Gordon shook his head. "Who is Dan Scott, the Godfather? Y'all Tree Hill natives have more drama and crime and conspiracy than the new release shelf at Blockbuster."

"Now what?" Mary asked.

"I don't know. We wait and see."