AN:

So last year I was working on this when my computer crashed. I though this was lost forever but I stumbles upon a mostly finished copy last week. For those of you who love the movie (as I do) I hope I did this justice.

This fic is pretty much done so I'm going to post a part every day until Halloween. This first part is the longest I just couldn't find a better place to break it up. Sorry.

~Kelly~

PS

Try to think of Sean Kanan's AJ not Billy Warlock. Not that it matters much. Or does it? ;)

Clue General Hospital Style

Part One

Mac Scorpio shook his head at the assortment of people in his squad room. It felt like half the town sitting in the room handcuffed and under arrest. He had to sort this out. How could one dinner party end with six dead bodies? "Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on here?" Immediately everyone started to talk which only made things worse. "Everyone shut up." Mac yelled silencing the crowed. "Now one at a time tell me what happened."

"I believe I should start." Mrs. Benson said tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She was already bored and if she started maybe, it would move things along.

"And why is that?"

"I was the first to arrive, well the first who's still living excluding Mr. Craig of course."

The commissioner reluctantly conceded that if true the woman had a point. "Fine what happened?"

"Well it all started when I received an invitation to this dinner party. I love parties," she said with a seductive smile. She hoped that the commissioner could be distracted. It's not liked he be the first. "It's an excellent way to meet men after all."

"Can we please just stay focused on what happened tonight?"

"Of course. When I arrived Mr. Craig, the butler let me in. He took my coat and escorted me to the library. Craig introduced Maxine, the maid, he told her to pour me and the rest of the guests drinks before leaving."

"Stop there." Mac said holding up his hand. "Who arrived next?"

"I did." Mr. Cassadine said reluctantly. This night had been one nightmare after another and it didn't look to end any time soon.

"And what happened?"

"Pretty much the same thing as Ms. Benson."

Mrs. Benson huffed at the statement. Leave it to a man to foul this mess up further. "That's not true, now is it Mr. Cassadine?"

"I guess not entirely," he admitted reluctantly.

"Why don't you tell me what you left out?"

"It started when I rang the bell. Like Mrs. Benson I had received a letter instructing me to attend this... party."

"So you rang the bell and..." Mac prompted hoping to get the Cassadine heir back on track.

"Mr. Craig answered the door of course. He greeted me with some pseudonym, which lead to a brief talk about the fact we were all using a false name. I was the led to library were Mrs. Benson and Maxine were having a- moment."

"What kind of moment?" Mac pressed the man further. This piece of information was the closest thing to lead they had so far.

"Tense, angry, jealous."

"That's a lie!" the blonde screamed jumping up from her chair.

"Sit down or I'll have Detective Harper escort you to a cell." Mac ordered waiting until Mrs. Benson was once again seated. "Is that all Mr. Cassadine?"

"Yes I believe so."

"Who arrived next?"

"Mrs. Davis and then Mr. Quartermaine." Mrs. Benson supplied immediately. None of this really mattered anyway. All the excitement had happened after dinner.

"Excellent. Did anything important happen during their arrivals?"

"Not that I recall."

"That leaves Dr. Drake and Mrs. McCall. So which arrived first?"

"Neither they arrived together." Mr. Cassadine supplied helpfully.

"I see." Mac said focusing all his attention on the pair. "How long have the two of you known one another?"

"We don't!" Dr. Drake denied immediately. He seemed almost jumpy at the insinuation. "Not before tonight anyway."

"Look Commissioner it was completely innocent." Mrs. McCall said glaring at the doctor. The idiot was going to screw things up. "My car broken down along the side of the road and Dr. Drake was kind enough to offer me a lift."

Mac didn't know if he bought the woman's explanation. However, he couldn't focus on that at the moment. "Who wants to tell me what happened next?"

"I will." Mrs. McCall immediately volunteered batting her eyes at Mac. "The cook rang for dinner. Craig led us to the dinner room. During that time it came out we all live in Port Charles."

"That couldn't have been that shocking."

"Not shocking," Mrs. Davis jumped in. "Just unusual."

"Right. Like I was saying during dinner Mr. Corinthos joined us and that's when Craig starting talking about the letters which each received."

"Wait," Mr. Quartermaine interrupted speaking for the first time that night. "None this this came out until in the study after dinner."

"Alright so I presume all of you were in the study along with Mr. Corinthos?" They all nodded at the Mac's question. It wasn't difficult to see the commissioner was getting frustrated. "Fine. I'm presuming something went wrong since Mr. Corinthos is now dead."

"I'll take it from here." Craig told the group smugly. "I wrote the letters bring everyone to Graystone."

"You? Why would you invite these people to a party?"

"We were all being blackmailed by Mr. Corinthos. He knew our darkest secrets and was demanding to keep quite."

"Ladies and gentleman you all have one thing in common you're all being blackmailed."

"Oh please I've never heard anything more ridiculous in my entire life. Nobody could blackmail me my life is an open book. I've never done anything wrong."

"Anybody else wish to deny it?" When no one took him up on the offer, James continued. "Since everyone here is in the same boat there's no harm in revealing some details. Thank you Maxine." he said dismissing the maid from the room.

"Don't you think you might spare us this humiliation?"

"I'm sorry. Dr. Drake you're license to practice medicine has been lifted is that correct?"

"Why what did he do?" Mrs. Benson demanded to know from across the room.

"You know what doctors aren't allowed to do with their lady patients?

"Yeah."

"Well he did."

Mrs. Davis sneered at the doctor. Oh how disgusting."

"Are you making moral judgments Mrs. Davis? How then do you justify taking bribes in return for delivering your husband's vote to certain lobbyist."

"My husband is a paid consultant there is nothing wrong with that."

"Not if it's publicly declared- perhaps. But if the payment is delivered by slipping used bills in plain envelopes under the men's room door... How would you describe that transaction?"

"It's a viscous lie!"

"Well I am willing to believe you. I to am being blackmailed for something I didn't do." Mrs. McCall said synthetically.

"Me too."

"And me."

Mrs. Benson laughed at the group before saying, "Not me."

"You're not being blackmailed?"

"I'm being blackmailed alright but I did what I'm being blackmailed for."

"What did you do?"

"I run a specialized hotel that provides gentleman with the company of a lady for a short while."

"Oh yeah? What's the phone number?" Patrick asked pulling a notebook and pen from his pocket.

"So how did you know Mr. Cassadine works in Port Charles? Is he one of your clients?"

"Certainly not." Mr. Cassadine immediately denied in horror.

"I was asking Ms. Benson."

"Tell them it's not true."

"No it's not true."

"Ha a double negative." Craig said smugly as shock froze on Mr. Cassadine's face.

"You mean you have photographs?"

Mrs. Benson nodded smiling slyly. She was enjoying all the attention from the men.

"That sounds like a confession to me. I'm afraid you gave yourself away."

"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?"

"You don't need my help." Craig pointed out artfully.

"That's right."

"Mrs. McCall you have been paying our friend the blackmailer ever since your husband died under, shall we say, mysterious circumstances."

"I didn't kill him."

"Then why are you paying the blackmailer?"

"I don't want a scandal do I?" she asked her voice full of annoyance. "We had had a very humiliating public confrontation. He was deranged. He didn't actually seem to like me very much. He had threatened to kill me in public.

"Why would we want to kill you in public?" Mrs. Benson asked enjoying everyone's humiliation.

"I think she meant he threatened in public to kill her."

"And was that his final word on the matter?" Mr. Cassadine asked moving further away from the woman dressed in black.

Mrs. McCall laughed coldly. "Being killed is pretty final wouldn't you say?"

"And yet he was the one who died Mrs. McCall not you."

"Do you miss him?"

"It's a matter of life after death. Now that he's dead I have a life."

"But he was your second husband. Your first husband also disappeared."

"That was his job. He was an illusionist."

"But he never reappeared."

"He wasn't a very good illusionist," she said with a shrug.

An awkward silence fell over the room prompting Mr. Quartermaine to stand. "I have something to say. I am not going to wait for Craig here to unmask me. I work for ELQ my family's company and I am a homosexual. I feel no shame or guilt about this. However, I must keep it a secret from my grandfather. I would probably lose my job that is if the shock didn't kill him. Thank you."

"That just leaves Mr. Corinthos."

"What's your little secret?" Dr. Drake asked leaning against he mantel.

"His secret? Haven't you guessed? He's the one blackmailing you." Craig told the stunned room as they glared at Mr. Corinthos.