"ARGH!" Trevor screamed as he smashed through his front door. He made his way next door to Ron's house. "Ron! Ron! I need you to find someone!"

"Trevor, Trevor, take it easy! Who is it?"

"Oh Ron, she is the most lovely creature I was ever fortunate to meet!" Trevor smiled toward the sky his eyes passionate and reminiscing of last night.

"What about Patricia? I mean Mrs. Madrazo?"

"What about Patricia? She is taken, I had to get over it sometime and now I did! That's why we NEED to find this woman!" He approached Ron with a fist "And you better because if you don't I'll have to punish you Ron and you know I don't like to do that!"

"O…o…okay Trevor what's the name" Ron replied shaking.

"Storm," he chuckled in joy "Oh and what a Storm she was! Burst right into my house with a gun, coming to my rescue."

"Wow Trevor you sound like you really like this woman!"

"I do Ron, I really do" Trevor day dreamed "She wasn't afraid of me, she told me I make her feel safe" he turned and looked Ron in the eye "No one has EVER told me that before, I felt like a hero and not a villain for once." Trevor looked off with a grin and then snapped back to Ron "DID YOU FIND HER?"

Ron jumped and turned back to his computer "I…I…I'm sorry Trevor! I'm searching right now!" a couple minutes went by as Trevor paced the floor "Oh… oh… oh no."

Trevor smacked Ron in the back of the head bringing his glasses and hat forward a little "stop with your annoying babbling, did you find her yet?"

"I…um… can't seem to find anyone by that name… Trevor… sir."

"WHAT…!?" Trevor's face became red as he picked up one of Ron's chairs and chucked it through the window "HOW MANY STORM'S CAN THERE BE OUT THERE!?"

Ron was trembling "I…I don't know but everything says there is no match."

"Hm… so she is hiding from something. Well the only other place she could have been heading is Lost Santos. Looks like I'm going on another Trip Ron!"

"But Trevor you just got back!"

"And your point is…?!" Trevor screamed at Ron.

Ron retreated quickly "Nothing… sir."

"Alright then" Trevor moved to the door "Bye Ron When I come back I'll finally be happy!"

Storm moved through the large Los Santos city, as she made her way to Rockford Hills. Her ATV got a lot of looks from the rich snobs next to her at red lights. She looked to the side and flipped off all of them. They would return with a disgusted smile and speed off in their turbo engines I hate the city she thought.

Finally she made it to her destination. She took off her helmet and shook out her shoulder length hair. She ran a hand through her bangs as she starred at the big mansion. "So this is what you've done with yourself Michael." Her lip was curled; one thing Storm didn't care for was material possessions. "Well, here goes nothing." Her heels clicked with each step on the red brick driveway. She heard the TV blasting from one of the upstairs windows. She stopped and exhaled. Breathe Storm, just breathe. She got to the front steps and rang the doorbell. Her stomach turned as she saw a figure approach through the stain glass door. She thought about running but stood her ground.

Michael opened the door he was in his swim trucks and his gut was hanging out "God, you've gotten fat."

Michael's face was in shock, his jaw hung "Storm… is that you? Come here, sis!" He stretched out his arms and the two hugged. "I… I haven't seen you in so long" he held her shoulders as he peered around her "Is lightening here too?"

"No, I haven't seen her in a while either; we split paths back in the mid-west."

"Well come on in, you look tired, how long have you been traveling? You didn't get yourself in any trouble did you?"

The two entered the house toward the back yard. Storm looked around at the chandlers and columns that stood tall next to the stove in the kitchen. Everything was new and expensive. "I'm fine" she looked around as she answered "Sure is nicer then that trailer you started off in."

Michael's face dropped as he saw the disappointed expression on Storm's face "Listen, I know this isn't your style, but it's my home." She grunted as they made their way to the yard. "Amanda, look who it is! Storm is here."

Storm watched the pampered woman lower her tanning shield and remove her large floppy hat and sun glasses. She was busting out of a purple bikini, Storm bared her teeth. "Oh, Storm, it's been so long." Amanda kept her distance as she saw Storm growl.

"Yeah you still look like that dirty slut I might back home with Michael."

Amanda gasped as her face contorted into an angry confused expression "Alright Storm that's enough."

Storm glared at Amanda one last time before turning in a circle "Well where are my little nieces and nephews? I know how much they like presents so I got them something." Storm pulled out children's toys with a big grin on her face "They're gonna love them!"

Amanda and Michael looked confused. Michael spoke "Storm, it's been a long time since you saw them, they…ah… aren't really into that stuff anymore."

Just then Tracey and Jimmy came toward the backyard, fighting. "MOM, JIMMY IS BOTHERING ME" Storm cringed at the high pitched voice.

"She started it!" Jimmy shoved Tracey back.

Storm dropped the toys she was holding and he mouth hung. "Kids, you remember Auntie S."

Tracey squealed as she ran to hug Storm "O. M. G. Auntie Storm I haven't seen you in forever! You look so good! Is this your real nose?" She pulled at her nose and Storm smacked her hand away. "OOOWW!"

"Sorry sweetie…yes it's my real nose."

"Oh… "Tracey was taken back but jumped right back to her bubbly self "That's okay, it's like super cute so I had to ask!"

"Hey Auntie S, you look good!" Jimmy took her in a long hug. Storm started to get uncomfortable and try to peel him off, but he wouldn't budge.

"Okay Jimmy… Jimmy let go" Michael tried peeling him off too

Tracey chimed in "Jimmy you are such a freak let go of her!"

"Alright kids, your Auntie is tired so let her take a shower and maybe take a quick nap and we will regroup for dinner, how does that sound? Storm you can take your nap in the guest room it's all set up already, it's up the stairs on your left, across from Tracey's room."

"My room is the one with the flowers on the door!" Tracey smiled a airheaded smile at Storm, as she walked up the stairs.

Storm made her way into the room. It was huge, bigger than some of the houses she stayed in. It had an on suite bathroom and walk in closet. Storm took off her boots and walked across the cold terracotta tile. She threw her jacket and scarf on the bed and stripped off her shirt and pants. She turned the water on hot as she soaked under the water. She washed her legs and arms. She thought about Trevor's lips on her ear and neck as she washed away last night's charade. She wished she was there with him instead of this big, impersonal house. She had to go, it was no use getting attached to people she knew she was going to leave behind when she packed up and moved on.

She let the water run on her skin making it red and hot. She exhaled as her body shivered thinking about Trevor's big strong arms protecting her from the storm. She shook her head don't do that to yourself, you know how it would end.

She turned off the water wrapped herself in a towel and flopped on the bed. It was feathery and soft, she sunk right in, but she knew she would never get any sleep on it tonight.