Author's notes: Oh my gosh, I actually updated within a month! LOL. ;) Actually had this nearly ready to go when I posted the last one. Familiar face (well, not face exactly) makes an appearance this time. A couple people mentioned wanting romance back, I hate to disappoint, not in this chapter. But Andrew will be back next chapter with a little romance. :) Rach, fairieangel, Logan, SkyeHigh- thank you! Nattie- no, that Faith isn't the one that's in PC, although she does get a mention as well this chapter! Lil Kim 2489- no, it wasn't on Wicked Games (at least I didn't put it there), but I have also been posting it at SoapZone. Teri- Jason will definitely be showing up in the not too distant future and there will be some J&C stuff.

Carly sighed. The phone had been ringing off the hook all day and she hadn't been able to get anything done. She'd have to either take this stuff home or find a babysitter for Michael at this rate. She was half tempted to ignore it, since the call was on her private line, not the office's main line. "This is Caroline," she answered exasperatedly.

"Deputy Chief Jones, please. This is Mac Scorpio. I'm returning his call."

She recognized the voice immediately, despite the fact she hadn't spoken to him in two years. Hearing the police commissioner's voice was like a flashback of her past. She'd called him, wanting information about Sonny. "Mac, it's Carly."

"Carly?" he asked, shocked.

"Yeah. Look, I'm sorry, but I'm the one that called you. I just thought if I gave my boss's name, you'd call me back faster." She sighed softly. "And I was afraid somebody on Sonny's payroll might get their hands the number and be able to trace it."

"You're working for the WSB?" A soft chuckle came across the phone line. "You're working for..." he trailed off, chuckling again.

"I know, I know. It's hilarious," she said, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"No, it's just..."

"It's just what?"

"Nothing," he replied amusedly. "I just thought it was funny, that's all."

"The reason I called you..." Carly started.

"Sonny?" Mac finished resignedly.

She sighed. "Yeah."

"The FBI has another undercover agent inside," he told her. "I just talked to them yesterday. He says Sonny has no idea where you are."

She was surprised. With Hannah Banana, Mac hadn't known any more than anyone else in Port Charles. "You know who the undercover guy is?"

"No, the FBI decided to actually work with us this time. I asked them to notify me if Sonny got any leads on your whereabouts. I figured if I knew what he knew, I could let Bobbie know before he had a chance to get to you."

Mac Scorpio had no reason to help her, not after the way she'd treated his niece. Hell, most of Port Charles didn't have any reason to help her, but since she'd left Sonny, people that had hated her at one point had repeatedly surprised her with kindness, although it was mostly through her mother. "I appreciate that, Mac," she said softly, smiling slightly.

"No problem. What did you need?"

Carly leaned forward determinedly, resting her elbows on the desk. "I need everything you have on Sonny. I don't care how you get it. I just need to know where Sonny's going to be and when. No questions asked."

~*~

Sarah bounded up to Carly's desk. "What did you need?" she asked. "You made it sound important."

Carly smiled at her friend. "I need you to help me practice my shooting."

"Why don't you ask Andrew? I'm sure he'd love to help you." Sarah leaned closer to her with a mischievous grin. "Especially since it requires standing close behind you."

"Oh hush up," she playfully scolded. "Besides he's still out of town for a couple more days."

Sarah sat down in the chair still sitting next to her desk. "Why the rush? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Carly answered defensively. The last thing she wanted to do was involve Sarah, but she couldn't go to Andrew, not for this. And she couldn't tell her the real reason she wanted help. "I just need a few pointers, that's all. My aim was never that good."

"You worried about Sonny finding you?"

Was she worrying about it, not anymore. She wasn't running and she wasn't going to let him go after one of her friends. Not when she could stop him. "Yes," she lied. "Just in case."

"You have a gun?"

She held a piece of paper. "I have a signed requisition for one."

"Smooth, Caroline. Real smooth," the redhead said, shaking her head in amusement. "Now where's my expense approval?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes," Sarah said, sighing. "I'll help you out."

"It went out this morning," Carly answered.

"I'll show you to the weapons department after work."

Carly smiled warmly at her friend. "I appreciate this, Sarah."

~*~

Carly struggled with the books and files in her arms as she tried to unlock the front door. "Damn it," she cursed, dropping her keys for the third time. "Michael!" she shouted through the door as she knocked, hoping he could hear her. "Michael, open the door!"

"What's the password?" the boy asked.

She sighed. "Cassadine." They'd come up with the password system just after they'd left Port Charles, so when he had to answer the door, he'd know if everything was okay or if he should call the police and hide. Cassadine if it was clear, Spencer if it wasn't. The password was something they'd been lax on since moving to Washington, feeling safe enough that it wasn't needed anymore. She'd left him alone two days in a row as she stayed late, yesterday to work, today to meet with Sarah. It was silly she knew, but she just wanted to make sure her son would be okay by himself.

Michael opened the door, looking at her in surprise. "More work?" he asked, moving aside for her to come inside.

"Yeah. Can you grab my keys? I dropped them outside." She wobbled inside and dumped the pile on the sofa, plopping down next to it.

The boy shut the door behind him and rearmed the security system. He leaned over the sofa and handed his mother the keys.

"Everything okay while I was gone?" she asked tiredly.

"Yeah, fine."

On the TV flashed a "Game Paused" screen. She'd told him to have his homework done when, but this wouldn't be the first time he'd played video games instead. "You do your homework, Mr. Man?"

"Most of it. And I ordered pizza."

She sat up. "You ordered pizza?"

Michael looked at her sheepishly. "I was hungry and I didn't know what to fix. You left a twenty on the refrigerator. I gave them a password. I didn't think you'd mind."

"You gave them the password? Michael, you know better than to give out the password!"

"I didn't gave them the password, I gave them a password," he told her. "I made one up. Andrew told me everyone who works here has to have a high security clearance, especially the delivery drivers because they have to go into secured zone sometimes."

She sighed. It was a little hard to argue with Andrew, but Michael did have a point. They had their own shops and restaurants, she supposed it was safe enough for him to order pizza on his own. She smiled tiredly. "Did you leave any for me?"

"Of course!"

She watched her son rush out of the room and into the kitchen. She sat back, rubbing her exhausted eyes, and grabbed one of the paperback training manuals she'd checked out- Remote Surveillance Techniques.

~*~

Carly waited until Michael had gone to bed to look at the files Mac had sent her. It was much more than she'd expected, making her think he'd gone out of his way and gotten the FBI's information as well. She made a mental note to thank him for his help in the morning.

As she read through the file, a chill ran down her spine. Sonny was expanding his business, working with people she never thought he would. According to the partially blacked out reports, Sonny was probably having another one of his episodes, just lashing out and barking orders at anyone in his path. Actually, it was Jason expanding the business. Jason was the one who made Sonny's raving wishes happen, Jason was the one everyone followed orders from, Jason was the one who did the dirty work. But it was Sonny making these moves. It was Sonny making a deal with Lorenzo Alcazar. It was Sonny giving power to Faith Rosco. It was Sonny that was going to get them all sent to Sing Sing for life.

Sonny had been making a lot of trips to the city to meet with Faith. Carly couldn't help but think of her friend and wonder how many other Faiths there were out there. She'd always assumed he had been faithful to her, to their love. Oh, he was full of Faith alright, she thought bitterly. The report may have suggested these meetings were business, but Carly had her doubts, especially since Jason wasn't involved.

Carly closed the file, sighing tiredly. She knew where he went in Port Charles, she knew the guards' schedules. The plans to the penthouse should be in the WSB's files, probably connected to Robert Scorpio's file. Thanks to the FBI's surveillance on Sonny's trips, she knew where he went in New York City. So many possibilities for her to carry out her plan, Carly had to remind herself not to get too many steps ahead of herself. She was not going to let this plan backfire.