(A.N) Hiya, sorry that its taken sooooo long to update. I have a huge exam in two weeks and school is crazy. Well im finally gonna give you your mystery man. Its not someone youve been introduced to before but its connected. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the gret reviews, hit the 100 mark lol!

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The Ghost From The Past

The next week went extremely quickly and with ease. It was a bonus that that week happened to be Christmukkah.

All the family gathered at the Cohen home, as they did every year. Kirsten cooked a turkey- which usually went wrong in some way- so Sandy would have a caterer on emergency alert.

It was a fun time for every member of the family and everyone chipped in to help take Seth and Summer's mind off of Taylor this year.

They didn't forget about him altogether- they just didn't want them to be down, at least for Autumn's sake. Seth and Summer had come to the decision not to tell everyone about the letter and phone calls, purely so that Christmukkah wouldn't be ruined. That conversation could be tabled afterwards.

No more threats and letters had been received of late but Seth wasn't giving up. Even though Jack had been given the holidays off, Seth still worked on trying to find out who could be behind them.

The bodyguards had taken over the pool house at Seth and Summer's house ensuring a 24 hour guard- despite the holidays.

Summer was beginning to adapt to it all but when Seth had suggested buying a guard dog, Summer put her foot down.

"Cohen, you are seriously crazy. We have a four month old baby! Its not hygienic," Summer had protested. Seth hadn't argued as he realised that she had a point.

As it got past Christmukkah, Jack came back to work with Seth. It got to early January and they were still drawing blanks.

Nothing had happened apart from a few phone calls which the person had hung up as soon as Seth had picked up.

They were on the verge of giving up.

"Seth, I'm sorry but I don't think that its worth going any further. It been nearly a month since anything." Jack started to shuffle his papers and opened his briefcase. Seth shut it.

"No, we can't give up! I need to know who it was!" Jack frowned and looked at Seth sympathetically.

"Look, if they'd wanted to cause a real disruption then it would have been persistent. Trust me Seth, I know I'm not new to this." Seth sighed.

"I guess you know what you're talking about. Go on, go home, I'll send you your final pay-check as soon as I can." The two men sat up and shook hands.

"Thank you for all your work Jack, means a lot," Seth said gratefully.

"Good luck, you deserve it. If anything at all happens, give me a call." Jack nodded and was about to leave when the phone rang.

"I'll get it!" Summer called from the living room. She walked towards it and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" Silence met her ears and she froze. Was it him?

"Hello, hello who's there?" she said trying to disguise the nervousness in her voice. Her heart stopped when she heard that husky English accent.

Summer ran into the office and thrust the phone at Seth.

"Its them!" she mouthed looking truly horrified. Jack sprang into action almost instantaneously.

"Talk to him! It'll record, don't worry Sum, you can do it!" Seth mouthed as Jack switched on a tape recorder and placed on headphones. Seth gripped Summer's hand.

"Who is this?" She demanded.

"Oh, I think you know. Merry Christmas Summer, oh or should I say Christmukkah!" Summer shook but Seth encouraged her silently.

"What the hell do you want from me?" A cold laugh flowed into her head that made her feel terrified.

"Okay, now that the fun and games of the holidays are over, its time to get back down to business. Within the next month, I want a sum of 7 million dollars, no more no less. We'll call it compensation for my life that you ruined with your cry baby mouth. I'll give you a week to get the money and next Friday, I'm gonna pay a visit to your house. I get my money or something will go missing, okay?"

Summer's voice was gone and her knees felt like jelly.

"I hope you burn in hell you son of a bitch," Summer spat. The same piercing laugh followed.

"Ha, Yeah the hard ass act doesn't work on me sweetie. See you soon!" The line went dead and Summer placed the phone down, her hands shaking.

As she turned to Seth, her knees buckled and she fell. Seth caught her just in time. Holding her up in his protective arms, he clutched her tightly.

"They, they want money Seth. Why? We, we can't, I can't…" she sobbed into Seth's shoulder.

Seth could just embrace her tightly, he was as shocked as her. Jack sat at his tape recorder and was fiddling with a load of other gadgets. He got up and walked over to the couple.

"I know this is hard, but I've good news. I have a location. The dirt bag was stupid enough to use a landline. Tomorrow we bust his sorry ass." Jack smirked confidently as Seth smiled back weakly.

Then he had an idea. Seth led Summer over to the couch and sat her down carefully before going back to Jack.

"Jack I have an idea…"

This was it.

This was the night when Seth could look upon the face of their evil tormentor.

He was sat in the black Mercedes mini van, a series of small monitors before him. He was parked in a back street in L.A. where the phone call had been traced to.

Jack had told him of the visit he had to make to ensure the accuracy of the traced phone call. Seth had then begged him to let him go along. Jack wasn't easily convinced but eventually agreed to it.

Accompanied by Hank the bodyguard (Kyle stayed home with Summer and Autumn) they'd set off for the den of the criminal.

Seth was incredibly nervous but also eager. Jack had gone in disguise to the front door, wearing a hidden cam and microphone to get some pictures and a name.

The screens showed him walked down to the scruffy apartment and Seth was on the edge of his seat. He had an idea of who it would be, it was time to see whether it was correct.

Jack was knocking on the door.

This was it! A tall man answered the door and it was extremely obvious who it was.

This guy had an uncanny resemblance to none other than Mr Bailey Milligan- the lunatic who had wrecked Summer and Seth's lives only a year ago.

He was a little taller, but he looked younger like in his early twenties. He had the same dark hair and flashing blue eyes that pierced into your flesh like acid.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked. It was the same English accent as Bailey, but not as smooth, it was more gruff and husky.

"Oh, hey man, I've just moved here and I was wondering if you had any sugar I could use," Jack said in his mocked accent that was miles away from his usual smooth American accent.

He'd disguised himself completely. Hoodie, old jeans and sneakers which made him look at least five years younger. The guy grunted and disappeared for a second, reappearing with a small packet.

"Thanks man, can't have my coffee without this stuff," Jack laughed.

"Where did you move to?"

"Oh just a couple of houses down, I'm Rick by the way," Jack held out his hand.

"Gregg, Gregg Milligan," Gregg shook Jack's hand gingerly.

"Yeah, used to live in Chino but my brother went down so I decided to move nearer to his jail, keep visiting you know?"

"Yeah, my brother's doin' some time himself actually," Gregg said, looking less enthusiastic.

"Oh sorry to hear that man," Jack looked at his watch, "Well I'd better jump."

"Well see ya man," Jack said, turning away. Gregg nodded and slammed the door. Seth sat silently I his seat.

Gregg. Gregg Milligan, Baileys brother.

"Is all relative…" Seth whispered, remembering what Summer had told him from the phone calls. Seth sat in silence, the image of Bailey's brother seared into his mind. It was as haunting as ever.

But this wasn't the time to be scared, he had to be strong if they ever wanted to get their own back. And Seth was already thinking of the perfect way to do so…

Gregg watched the guy walk back down the road. He frowned and slammed the door.

"Who was that?" A female voice drifted out from the bedroom.

"I don't know, this guy who said he'd just moved in and needed some sugar…" Gregg muttered, peering out from the curtains.

He frowned as a black Mercedes mini van sped down the road. The woman stepped out of the bedroom. She was dressed in a skimpy silk night dress. She wrapped her arms around Gregg seductively.

"Come back to bed…" she whispered in his ear. Gregg picked up his beer, draining the bottle.

"Yeah, It's probably nothing…"

"That's what I like to hear, now come on!"

She dragged him over to the bedroom as he tried to forget about the odd thing that had just happened.