Thanks to all that are reading and reviewing! I appreciate your comments and am glad that you like the story so far. I always loved Georgie and miss her so much! I thought that how Logan was written wasted great potential.

Happy early holidays! I will try to update again soon, but it could be after Christmas with all the family coming in!

Also, to those that have asked, I am working on an Elizabeth story in my head. Should be starting it shortly too.

Chapter Three

"Georgie, come on baby doll, wake up. We are going to be landing soon."

Cracking her eyelids a fraction, she ran a hand through her hair. Waking up was never one of her favorite past times, especially since her life was so chaotic right now. "How long was I asleep?" she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep, as she stretched to loosen her tight muscles.

"A good bit," he drawled. "The pilot called back and said that we are about forty minutes away from landing."

Sitting up straighter, she grimaced. Georgie always liked to have things orderly, but this whole disaster was anything but. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she looked over at him. She was shocked to see his unguarded expression as he studied her. "Um, then what? Where are we suppose to go?"

Hearing the uncertainty, Logan shrugged. "Wherever you want. I spoke with Morgan while you were out. This O'Brien character will find us in a couple days. Jason has him checking some things out. We just need to keep a low profile, but anywhere in Florence is at your disposal for now."

"A shower would be perfect," she muttered while thinking over the events of the last twenty-four hours.

Placing a hand on hers, he felt her jerk under the contact and gave her a slow grin, which she just responded to with a glare. Amused, he chuckled and nodded toward the back of the jet. "There is a bathroom connected to the bedroom back there."

Averting her gaze, she pulled her hand from under his. "I need clothes to change into, Logan."

"Then it looks like a small shopping trip and then finding a hotel is the first order of business," he responded while seeing her cheeks blush. Knowing that she was uncomfortable, he wondered how she had stayed so shy while Maxie was anything but. Approaching the topic that he knew needed to be addressed before they left the relative safety of the aircraft, he blanked his features. "Georgie girl, I need to make something clear before we land. We are going to have to stick together, especially for right now while things are still so up in the air. And if you are skittish over that, it will attract attention that we do not need."

Her deep, dark eyes raised and flashed with panic and unease. She knew that he was correct, but the implication was something that she was terrified to contemplate. "I really don't think..."

Logan's silvery blue eyes sparkled as he rubbed a hand across his neck in a maneuver to stop his need to tease her. Georgie's natural urge to protest was not a surprise to him in the least, but it still peaked his urge to have some fun, but he refused to do that at her expense. Instead he wanted to make this as painless as possible for her. "It must be done this way. Georgie, I cannot let you get a room of your own or be by yourself. You have to realize that."

"Logan," she paused and just sighed. She knew that it was useless to argue, and that he was right, but it still bothered her. Being in such close proximity with him would be almost impossible. There was something about him that had always made her slightly on edge. Sighing, she just groaned. "Fine."

"Hey." He reached over and grasped her arm as she raised her head. "I will keep you safe, Georgie. That is the only thing that matters at the moment."

"I know," she shifted so that there was more room between them, breaking the light contact that he had with her. "And I do appreciate all that you are doing, Logan, I really do. Everything is just so weird right now. With Luis alive, on a rampage, and having to leave my home and family, this is not real easy for me."

When she graced him with a timid smile, Logan moved over and wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders. The tears that she was trying so hard to hold back were shining in her eyes and he felt his gut clench. At first, she stiffened under the contact and then slowly relaxed into his embrace. "It will all be okay, doll," he murmured against her hair. "Everything will work out. You have Morgan and his men working to stop Alcazar, and then you have me and O'Brien here to help you until then. Nothing will happen, Georgie girl, I promise you that."

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Shopping had never been an activity that Logan had enjoyed or even particularly did very often, but grabbing the essentials with Georgie amused him. The woman was a walking and breathing egnima to him. One minute she would be all fire and fiesty, and then she would just go all shy and demure. But after making their way around a couple stores before finding a place, he had to shake his head. She had no trouble helping him shop and pick out clothes, and he honestly thought that the little devil had taken great lengths to make him squirm while picking out her own.

Exiting the last store, he inclined his head at one of the less grand hotels that was further down the strip. "Is that one okay with you? I think that one of the large one's would attract too much attention that we do not need."

"I don't need anything special and fancy, Logan. As long it is clean and has a shower, I am good to go."

As the crowd picked up in size, he took her smaller hand in his and started down the cobbled sidewalk at a leisurely pace. Walking in relative silence, they reached the hotel quickly. Obtaining a room and retrieving the keys, Logan then led a more subdued Georgie to the rented room. Breathing in, he unlocked the door and tossed the bags that he carried onto the king bed.

Georgie looked around and felt her breath hitch at seeing the close quarters that they would be in. She knew that Logan could be a player and a completely arrogant man at times, but she knew unconciously that he would not take advantage of the situation. However, the intimacy of sharing the room and bed could be problematic for her. Georgie was not as use to having someone in her space, and with the emotions that he could provoke without even trying, this could be hard on her.

"Go ahead and go shower and change. Then we will find some food. I know that you have to be hungry." He watched her out of the corner of his eyes and could see the internal struggle in her expression.

"Um, okay."

Releasing a breath as she escaped to the bathroom with her bags, Logan flopped into the chair that faced the television. Keeping Georgie safe from Alcazar may end up being the easier part of the job. It was the shadows in her eyes and the lost looks that could have the potential to bring the hardened man to his knees. It was no secret that most of Port Charles thought that he was an arrogant, cocky, and selfish man, but something tugged at him when it came to her. That was why Logan had mostly tried to avoid the youngest Jones sister. She was sweet and had an innocence to her that he did not want to ruin or taint. But after less than twenty-four hours with her, Logan knew that he had been kidding himself to think that he could pull this off without being effected.

His head jerked up as she opened the door. Grabbing a pair of jeans and t-shirt along with a pair of boxers, he stood. "Just let me get a shower and we will get some food." Placing his backup gun on the nightstand, he nodded at it. "Maxie once said that you are both trained with a firearm. Just in case."

"Don't worry, Logan. I may hate the thought, but Mac made sure that we could use one if needed." Running her fingers through her wet hair, she giggled. "I am actually a good shot. I just doubt that I could actually pull the trigger if it was a human, so don't take too long."

"No problemo, doll. Give me ten minutes." Entering the bathroom, he tossed his clothes onto the counter and groaned. He hoped that Morgan could make progress on finding Alcazar soon, or that this O'Brien showed up quicker than expected.

Stripping off his t-shirt, he unfasstened his jeans just as the cell phone rang. Pulling it from the pocket, Logan saw Morgan's number and answered. "Yeah?"

"We have a problem. Spinelli found traces of Alcazar taking off out of New York City about five hours ago, Logan. The flight plane was impossible to access, but I need you aware and ready to go at any moment. We have some allies over there that can be used if necessary, but I would prefer that Georgie be kept away from them unless there is no other option."

"Shit! He has to know that she is out of the State's."

"I'd guarantee it," Jason agreed. "Johnny is going to call your phone sometime later to get some info from you. He will most likely be joining you two in about four days. Your only focus is Georgie."

"I know. She will be protected."