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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"So, where are the two of you going tonight, Joe?"

"Out to one of those really nice dinner places that women really like."

It was Christmas eve, a night that had always been really special to Joe and I. It was this day in high school when we had officially started dating, and it was when we ended up getting engaged. This year, I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew that it didn't matter, as long as Joey and I were together. He had gone over to Murray and Shirley's to get ready. As much as Shirley was a mother to me, Murray had become a father-figure to Joey. Sure, Murr was Joe's boss, but they got along really well, and knew that in a pinch, the other would back them up. I had been getting ready all day for tonight: went and got a massage, got my nails done, got my hair done, and was now at home, putting on the final touches. I was wearing the dress that I knew would impress. It was a halter top with the area from mid-chest up being silver, and the rest of the gown was black, and it hugged my curves in all the right places. Shirley had told me to wear it, saying it looked simply exquisite on me. I walk out of my apartment to go over to Murray and Shirley's but as soon as I open the door, I'm forced back inside where I end up hit over the head with something, knocked unconscious. When I open my eyes again, I'm in the backseat of a car, lying down, with my hands tied behind my back and a gag in my mouth.

"I see that you're finally awake Miss Lezzari, that's good."

I get the gag out of my mouth, and go to get my hands free, but it doesn't work.

"Don't worry about your hands. They'll be released as soon as I get my money."

"Why me?"

"Well, sweetheart, as it turns out, not only do you own your own casino, which does bring in a substantial amount of money each year, but you are close friends with Murray and Shirley Crown. They have a lot of money, and from what I can see, would pay a lot of money to get you back. I just need to make one call."

The guy punches a few buttons on what appears to be his car phone, and the call goes through to Murray.

"Murray Crown."

I hear his voice come through the phone a few rings later.

"Mr. Crown, I believe you owe me half a million dollars. I happen to have your wife's favorite girl here. If I don't get my money…well, let's just say that Christmas won't be so merry this year."

In the background, you can hear Shirley already becoming a crying mess, and some guys trying to comfort her.

"Look, Murray, bring your money to that abandoned horse track about half an hour south of the Vegas city limits by midnight, and you'll get Miss Lezzari back unharmed."

He hangs up the phone without saying another word.

"I don't know what Murray did to upset you, and I don't know if I did anything to upset you, but if I did, I'm sorry. Just let me go right here. I'll walk back to town."

"I can't let you go now. You've heard my voice and could make one of those voice identifications. Besides, I think maybe you and I could have a little fun."

I shudder at the thought of the guy touching me, and he obviously catches it, as it starts to laugh. Right now, his laugh is the least of my worries. I just hope that Joey and Murray get there in time.