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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I walk into the building after an excruciatingly long day of work. It seemed like everything was going wrong today, and I could do nothing to stop it or fix it in anyway. I figured it was God's way of telling me that I shouldn't have shrugged Joe off this morning. As I walk into the building, the first thing I notice is a big bouquet of red roses sitting on the security guard's desk.
"Hello Miss Lezzari. Someone dropped these flowers off for you earlier."
"Did they give a name?"
"No, but he acted like he knew you from somewhere."
I grab the roses, get in the elevator and go up to my apartment. I unlock the door, put the roses on the front table, and put my jacket in the closet. As I go to turn the corner into the dining room, I see Joey standing in front of me.
"Joe, what are you doing?"
"Either making the best decision or the biggest mistake of my life."
Before I can ask him what he's talking about, Joe's lips are pressed up against mine in a kiss so strong and powerful that it could never be beat. I let go of my inhibitions, and allow myself to be swept up in the moment, and a maelstrom of sensations that I never thought I'd feel for Joe again. When the two of us finally pull apart, we can't stop looking into the other person's eyes. It's like for the past five years, we had lost ourselves, and we had just recovered them today.
"So, can I stay, Maggie? Please, please, please?"
Joe asks, using the cute puppy dog face and voice that he knew I always ended up saying yes to. Laughing, I nod my head, and we both sit down, ready to have the talk that he had mentioned this morning.
"First off, I want to how you got in my apartment."
"Come on, Maggie. I've always been the master of lock picking. Is there really a need to ask that question? I want to know what scared you so much when you saw me yesterday."
"I wasn't scared. It just….stunned me to see you again after five years. I thought you were gone and weren't coming back."
I have no idea how long we sat there talking, and to be truthful, I didn't really care. For some reason, any anger that I had felt towards Joe was gone and I was happy to have him back. The next morning, the sun seemed to be brighter and the sky seemed to be bluer, and life in general seemed to be a whole lot sweeter. Joey had told me before we both fell asleep last night that Shirley was the one who had talked some sense into him. I felt the need to thank her, so before I did anything else, I drove to their penthouse.
"Shirley, where are you?"
"In the bedroom, wrapping up some Christmas presents."
Christmas was two days away, and Shirley tended to be a procrastinator; I should have known where she was. I walk into the back bedroom, finding Shirley sitting on the bed, wrapping the presents in different festive papers.
"How are we doing today, sweetie?"
"We are doing much better today, thanks to someone in this room right now."
"You talked to Joey, did you?"
"Yeah, but only because you talked to him. Seriously, thank you. Just by talking to him, you realize how precious life is and how much someone means to you."
"Are you going to get back together?"
I thought for a minute, trying to decide if I should tell Shirley or not. I know she would tell Murray, but the woman was like a mother to me, and I felt compelled to tell.
"Yeah, Shirley. We are getting back together."
"That's good, because when I talked to Joseph last night, he seemed really upset by the whole thing, Maggie."
"I know he was upset. I was upset too, but it's all better now, I promise."
I think if Joe had known how close we would come to losing each other again in the next few days, he would have held me that much closer.
