"Mum I'm home!" Georgia yelled as she came in her front door from school. "Good news!" She carried on yelling, thinking Helen was upstairs as she walked into the kitchen. "Rachael can come to the concert." She smiled as she dumped her bags against the fridge on the floor. "You will not believe what Cammy told me on the bus!" she called as she slid off her shoes and hung up her blazer.

She walked up into the hallway. "Mum! Where are you?" She shouted, heading upstairs.

"I'm in the living room." A small voice echoed up the stairs. Georgia jumped down the stairs. She walked into the living room smiling. She then saw two strangers sitting on her couch. She turned behind the door to see her mum seated on the smaller couch, her face teary. "Mum? Have you been crying?" She looked back at the couple frowning. "What's going on?"

Helen got the call from Sandy and Kirsten a week ago saying they would be coming to visit but she didn't actually believe it. She didn't actually believe that it was happening. Not until now when they turned up at the door and she saw it. She saw that it was true. Kirsten looked exactly like her daughter.

"Do you want us to...?" Sandy started "Give you a minute?" Helen nodded but Georgia intervened. "No. No. No one is leaving until someone tells me what's going on."

Kirsten and Sandy exchanged a worried look. Both their hearts skipped a beat as they saw their daughter for the first time. She was so beautiful. Just as Sandy imagined her to be; just like her mother.

"Georgia…" Helen started, shakily "you remember those blood tests that showed-"

"-I wasn't directly related to you, yes. They were mixed up." Georgia was getting frustrated; why couldn't she just get a direct answer?

"…They weren't completely wrong"

Georgia frowned, angry that she had been lied to all this time. "So what? I am adopted?"

"No…It seems that…when you were born, there was a mix up at the hospital…"Georgia was confused, what kind of mix up? She thought. "Apparently you were switched with another baby…my baby."

"What? That would never- Your lying. That's not true."

Helen got sniffly. "I'm sorry hunny, I should have told you; I got detectives and everything"

Georgia looked away, close to tears, not believing what she was hearing. She then looked up at the Cohens. "So who are you? My real parents?" She asked bitterly.

Sandy nodded. "Hey kiddo." He said softly; appreciating that this was a lot for a girl of just 14 to take in. "I'm Sandy" He stood up. "Cohen". Kirsten stood up beside him. "I'm Kirsten." She said with a warm smile. Sandy offered out his hand to Georgia but she just glared at him angrily then ran out of the house.

The door slammed hard and Helen jumped. She then looked up at Sandy and Kirsten furiously "Are you happy?"

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Sandy followed Georgia up two houses into a back garden. As he walked through the welcoming housing estate he thought this was a pretty nice neighbourhood. It was misty but still there were plenty of children's bikes and toys down drives and on front lawns. He could see why Helen brought her up here.

"What are you doing up here?" Sandy asked as Georgia shot a basketball into hoops in a garden that wasn't hers.

"This is my friend's garden." Georgia answered not in a friendly way without stopping what she was doing. "I'm house-sitting while she's in France."

"Can I ask you something?" Sandy said walking slightly further onto the patio.

"I don't really felt like talking to you." Georgia said bluntly.

Sandy smirked. "Well that's fine cos I'm a lawyer; I could talk all day." In all honesty, Georgia did not think he looked like a lawyer. At first glance, he had more light to him than that.

"Is that how they do it in the OC?" Georgia continued to successfully basket her ball "Getting someone to talk by getting them to make you shut up?"

"I never told you I lived in the OC."

"I was born there remember."

Sandy caught the ball as it dropped from the portable basket. He looked directly at her. "Yeah, I do." Georgia paused, thinking, realising this guy was right. Even though she never knew they existed, this couple were the first people to have a connection with her after birth. Before birth. But that's all it was, DNA

"You ever been back there?" Sandy asked, moving closer to her to shoot.

"Nope." Sandy and Georgia got into a switching routine; one after the other they would take turns in shooting with the ball. "But I'm planning on going to Berkeley" Georgia continued and looked up at Sandy "For College."

Sandy caught the chest pass she sent him. He grinned widely. "No way. That's where Kirsten and I met. Best year of my life."

Georgia smiled, for the first time which Sandy counted as the first step into getting to know his daughter. "Yeah?" Sandy nodded and successfully baskets. Georgia catches ball. "That's actually pretty cool; crazy coincidence." Sandy smiled. Georgia shook off her smile. "My mum hates the idea though; if I go to any college in Scotland, it would be free. I'd just pay in taxes."

"So what do you want to study?"

"Uh something in marketing I guess…business management" Georgia didn't realise that she was subconsciously getting into a friendly conversation with Sandy.

"My wife can help you with that; she's the CFO of her father's-well, her company."

Georgia caught the ball and turned to Sandy. "Her dad die?" She asked sympathetically. Sandy nodded. "Tell her I'm sorry" Georgia said sincerely, she knew on some level how hard it must be for her.

"So where's your dad?" Sandy asked, bringing the conversation out of the hole.

"My dad died." That backfired; conversation gone done deeper into the hole. "He got lung cancer, died when I was 18 months." The conversation has now gone past hell.

"Passive smoking." Georgia smirked. "He never smoked once in his life."

"I'm sorry." Sandy said genuinely

Georgia shrugged it off. "I was too young to remember him."

Sandy looked at her, speaking openly "Just because you don't know someone, doesn't mean you don't miss them."

This guy really knows how to put two meanings on something Georgia thought. It also hit her; this wasn't just about her. They must have thought their baby died. How could they live with that all this time?

But she wasn't ready for any kind of commitment. They walked in just expecting to be immediately part of her life. That's hardly ethical.

"You haven't been to Edinburgh before, have you?" Georgia asked, starting to play about with the ball again. Sandy shoke his head. "No". "Go figure." Georgia smirked. "You're staying here for, what, a few days, and you hire a 4X4 when you're staying in the city centre." Sandy grinned. "FYI; that's gonna be a bitch to park."

Sandy smiled "Well, why don't Kirsten and I take you out tonight? You can give us a tour."

Georgia chucked the ball at him which he caught. "I don't think so" She said but not in an insensitive way. "I can't leave my mum- she just found out her only child died." She started to walk away from him heading out the garden. She stopped and turned. "I'm going to give you a reference." Sandy frowned, confused. "You got me talking didn't you?" She said cheekily.

As Sandy watched her walk away his smile dropped. He sighed hard. This was definatly going to take some time and they could only stay for 3 days because they had to be back for Ryan's birthday. But that wouldn't stop a Cohen; he wouldn't give up.

Sandy made a final shot; the ball bounced off the side of the basket and rolled away from him. It went down to the bottom of the lawn, running away from him.