She Said Yes

Alright this is an AU piece for the Butterfly Effect Challenge the live journal ghffchallenge although this isn't going into a long term change in the wind this is a taking the story and changing it a bit...I don't own GH but hope you enjoy my take on it.

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The events of that night were haunting his memories keeping him up at night. It was supposed to be a good night, a night where he for once would have a good time with a good girl who wanted him and only him and not for any hidden agenda, well that he knew of anyway. Instead not only was there a serial killer running loose but the latest in a long line of mob villains.

Letting out a sigh he sat up in the bed of his regrettably pink room brushing a piece of his unruly brown hair from his face.

"I wonder if she still is interested in the Jackal," he muttered to himself standing up and looking at his reflection in the mirror hung on the back of his door.

The figure of a scrawny young man with dark hair and hazel eyes looked back at him.

"I'm a looser, a wimp, she would be better off with someone like Stone Cold not me."

He bit his lip. Stone Cold. He felt sorry for his brother in arms, that night he lost his sister, one of the few members of his family who didn't excommunicate him when he joined the life he now led.

Walking by his mentor's room he noticed the bed untouched.

"He must be on a ride...again." he thought to himself as he headed into the bathroom to take a nice warm shower.

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Meanwhile across town she felt a chill run down her spine as she made her rounds. She had just finished checking Ric Lansing's vitals and visions of the evening began to flood her mind. Of how she was running around the castle halls with her date in tow. She thought it was noble him trying to defend her from whom he called the Demented Denison of Darkness. And though he kept complaining that he was inadequate due to the fact that Jason Morgan didn't want his help he was her hero and she wanted to tell him, she just didn't know how.

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He entered the small diner with his laptop in tow and was immediately greeted by Georgie Jones, a girl who harbored a crush on him though he was oblivious to it.

"Good Afternoon Spinelli."

"Good Afternoon Wise Georgie, how are you today."

"Pretty good considering."

"Considering what."

"Considering that I think I know who..." She looked around, "Who the Text Message Killer is."

"Care to let the Jackal in on your theory."

Georgie nodded as a young man headed down the stairs.

"Later."

Spinelli nodded as the young man dressed in a cop uniform came to talk to Georgie. Spinelli listened, catching every few words. It seemed as if the Clean Cut Cadet was planning to reconcile with the Bad Blonde One though he didn't see why. He guessed it must take a life altering situation to make you realize to look past ones faults and reconcile.

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She finished her rounds now and headed into the small diner across the street. Peeking through the window she saw him in his normal table looking over his computer. She smiled as she entered.

"Hey Nadine," Georgie said to her new friend and rival.

"Hey Georgie," the blonde replied back smiling as Spinelli tensed up, "so what's the special today."

"Well, we have our famous chili that's always good on a crisp fall day."

Nadine nodded and ordered a Chili, Grilled Cheese and a Diet Coke before sitting at a table by herself as she didn't want to impose on whatever work Mr. Jackal may be doing.

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He looked up and spotted her alone. Her blonde hair pulled back into a simple ponytail dressed in a pair of jeans and a light pink sweater.

Removing the beanie from his head he ran his hands through his hair trying to make it look presentable as he removed the plaid jacket he had on so that his cranberry colored polo shirt was showing.

"Greetings Fair Nadine."

She looked up and smiled lighting up the already light room even more.

"Greetings Mr. Jackal," she replied, "so how have you been, I haven't seen you around since..."

Spinelli nodded. He wanted to see her he really did however he was nervous on what he would say to her and was lucky that Stone Cold was having him look into finding Emily's killer.

"The Jackal's been fine all things considered."

"I know what you mean; I'm still shaken up from the ball, which by the way thank you."

"Thank me."

Nadine nodded.

"You were my hero that night; I don't know what I would have done."

Spinelli blushed a bit. He was taken aback no one called them their hero before, well except in his fantasies.

"I was."

"Yes," she said, "I mean you jumped right in when Anthony Zacchara was chasing me."

Spinelli nodded grinning.

"Well I guess the Jackal did, but there is nothing he wouldn't do for a friend in need."

Nadine just nodded and Spinelli took a deep breath. If there ever was a time to even think of asking this beautiful blonde who was clearly out of his league out again then this was most assuredly it.

"Fair Nadine, might the Jackal ask you something."

Nadine nodded.

"Sure, ask away."

"I was wondering if maybe there would be a chance that...well perhaps if you're not busy you might..."

"I might..."

"Would you like to go out with the Jackal again," he said in such a rush his words blurred as one.

She looked at him confused.

"Can you repeat that?"

He let out a deep breath. It took him forever to get it out the first time there was no way he could do it again..but yet..."

"Would you like to go out with the Jackal again," he repeated more slowly and clearly though full of nerve.

Nadine smiled and nodded.

"Why yes Mr. Jackal I would love to."

Spinelli smiled thinking that maybe this time things would be different and the Jackal would get the girl after all.

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THE END