Title: When the past catches up to present
Disclaimer: I do not own George, Joey, Vincent, or pretty much everybody else. I do, however, own Megan Lezzari, but in the old case that Megan 'Maggie' Lezzari is real, I do not actually own her.
Summary: Three men, who form a hit crew, go to Las Vegas to get hired, but what happens when one of the men realizes that he knows the target? Will he try to make a mends or will he go through with the job?
A/N: This is based on the USA TV Christmas movie, three wise guys. It doesn't fit the story line exactly, but it does involve all of the characters.
A/N: This story probably sucks, but oh well. What author at one point or another doesn't think that their story is horrible? Anybody got some ideas for the storyline? I don't want to go along exactly with the movie, so if you want to give me ideas, just remember it's a mobster/criminal-type romance story.
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"Maggie,"
I woke up this morning thinking that maybe today would be different, and I wouldn't any problems. I've learned that have a positive outlook is the best way to live your life. But, what happens when I walk out of the front door of my building? I'm ambushed by Joey. Yippee for me.
"Hi Joe."
"How are you?"
"I'm doing alright. Yourself?"
"I'm okay."
"That's good."
He seems even more stunned by see me again than I am over seeing him.
"Can we talk somewhere, Maggie?"
"Look, Joe, you moved to New York. I accepted it and moved on. I was fine. But now, you're back after five years. You can't just come back and expect everything to be fine, expect all your old friends to be buddies with you again. It doesn't work that way, Joe."
"I'm not leaving until we talk about this."
"Then you're going to be here for awhile. There's no way I can go through this again."
I turn away from him, get into my car and drive to work. Joey, now in need of some serious guidance, drives to Murray's office to see what he's supposed to do. Should he stay in the crew in Vegas, and risk having me interfere? Or should he go back to New York and get work there? Walking inside, he didn't find who he was looking for, but the person who would help him more than anybody could realize.
"Hey, Mrs. C."
"Joseph, I told you! Call me Shirley."
"Okay, Shirley. Is Murray hanging around here somewhere?"
"No, but maybe I can help you."
The instant Shirley looked at Joe, she could tell how rattled he really was. She had a gift for seeing emotionally injured people, and nursing them back to health. Shirley patted a spot on the sofa beside her, and motioned for Joey to sit down.
"Start talking, Hun."
"It's just….Maggie."
"The way I understood it was that you two had a relationship."
"Yeah, a good one. I loved her to death. I mean, we were going to get married."
"But…"
"But I messed up, big time. Maggie kicked me out, which she had every right to do so. But at the time, I was so angry at getting kicked out that I wasn't in any big hurry to see her again. So, I packed up my clothes and stuff and moved to New York. I didn't tell her or anything, and you know. Now that I look back, it was pretty damn stupid to leave."
"What do you think would've happened if you hadn't left Las Vegas?"
Joe reaches up, rubs his eyes, and lets his hand run through his hair. He sighs before beginning again.
"I don't know. I guess Maggie and I would've worked things out, and gotten married. We could be livin' in a big house with a couple of kids, and a dog. That's all she ever wanted: the picture perfect life, and I promised her that one day, I would give her that dream."
"Have you tried telling her any of this, Joseph?"
"Yeah, I tried telling her this morning, but she wanted nothing to do with me."
"I think she wants more to do with you than you think. Megan Lezzari is a very stubborn woman, always has been. What she needs is a swift kick in the rump to get her going."
Joey, having apparently found the answer he was looking for, got up off of the sofa, thanked Shirley, and went on his way.
