A/N: I am so sorry about the delay! At first I was just struggling with finishing the story up. (I have a hard time writing the endings of stories to my satisfaction.) Then I lost a member of my family unexpectedly. So please ignore any mistakes in the writing. My mind is kind of scattered at the moment, but writing also helps keep my mind occupied so that I do not sit and dwell too much.

Thank you for hanging in there with me and I hope that you will finish out the story. We are almost at the end of the journey for Glo in this one. I do have ideas for other stories though. But if any requests for a storyline that you would like to see written, just PM me and I will look at the suggestion.

This chapter is kind of short, but the next one needed to stand alone. And I also really wanted to just get all my readers an update on this one because it had been so long.

Chapter Twelve

Blinking back the tears that she had been fighting, Maxie hugged Georgie as they stood at the small air strip. It was just barely past dawn, but her and Coop were getting ready to board the jet that would take them back to Port Charles. Accepting that she had to leave without her sister, Maxie sighed with defeat. "I don't want to leave you behind. It's not fair, Georgie. I hate leaving you while you are still in danger."

"You have to. You know that. I would only worry if you were here." Pulling back slightly, she gave her a sad smile. "I will be home as soon as I can, Maxie. And Logan will make sure that I am safe and back before you know it."

"You better be," she whispered. Breaking away from her, Maxie turned and watched as Coop and Logan spoke in quietly a few feet away. Gritting her teeth, she ignored Georgie's hiss and marched over to them. "You make sure that nothing happens to her, Logan. Promise me that she will be home soon." Pointing a finger at the man that her sister was depending on, her hand shook. "You keep her safe."

Hearing the tremble in the normally snarky voice, he met her watery eyes and recognized the fear in them. "I promise, Maxie. Georgie will be fine. I would do anything for her."

Moving past them as Maxie glared at him with distrust, Coop kissed Georgie's cheek and slung an arm around her. "You be careful, sweetie. We'll be waiting for you at home."

"I will, Coop. Keep an eye on her." She nodded in Maxie's direction. "She's close to losing it. I am worried about her."

Sighing, he looked back at the woman that he loved. As they started back to where Maxie stood glaring at Logan, he had to admit that she looked pale and worn out. "I know. She's been on edge every since you left. But I will keep her under control. She loves you, Georgie. No matter the hell that she puts you through, she cares. Just remember that we all do."

"I love her too, Coop, and I know that you all are worried." Seeing the pilot standing on the steps of the jet, she brushed a curl out of her face. "You guys better go." Pulling Maxie into another hug, she swallowed back a sob. "I'll see you soon, Maxie. Tell Mac that I am okay for me. I love you guys."

"We love you too, Georgie."

Watching the jet take off, Logan felt her exhale heavily as she rested her head on his chest. "You okay?"

"Hmm. Just relieved that they are heading back. She shouldn't have been here at all. It's too dangerous and Maxie's emotionally fragile, Lo. She may act and talk big, but she isn't really. I worry about her heart with all the strain that she has been experiencing."

"She's been handling everything pretty well considering the circumstances, doll. And she has Coop taking care of her until you get back safe and sound. And you will get back home safely." Leading her toward the waiting car that Francis had supplied them with, he looked around uneasily. His instincts were telling him that something was off, but he couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary. Chalking it up to his nerves, he kissed the top of her head as they reached the car. "Let's just go back to the hotel. Everyone else should arrive sometime later today. We can get some rest while we are waiting for them."

Seeing Francis waiting just inside the lobby, Georgie squeezed Logan's hand nervously, hoping that nothing else has happened.

"Hayes, I wanted to talk to you real quick." Casting a quick look at Georgie, Francis nodded behind them. "Milo will escort you to the restaraunt if you'd like some breakfast, Georgie."

Surprised, she turned and saw Milo standing a couple feet behind them. "Um, I guess I could eat." Turning to Logan, she saw that he looked anxious. "I'll pick you up something too. I'll see you upstairs."

Following the older man back to his office, Logan rubbed his neck. He was not comfortable with leaving Georgie alone for too long. It gave her too much time to dwell on past memories. "What's up?"

"That little creatin slipped away undetected." Slamming the door, Francis paced his office. "The only plane that has landed since he disappeared is the one that Milo arrived on and it is the same one that took Maxie and Barrett back. But with the boats that are constantly around, I wanted to give you a heads up. It's like he's a damn freaking phantom the way that he can slip a tail and move undetected. I want this bastard dead!"

"I was afraid of this," Logan admitted while his own anxiety heightened. "Has he had enough time to make it here?"

"With a jet, yes. He could have easily landed on one of the surrounding islands. Each have numerous boats that he could charter. And we didn't get the word until about an hour ago." Eyes reflecting his own temper and worries, Francis rubbed his jaw. "I'm thinking of having O'Brien reach out to Lorenzo. He could maybe help to get that little bastard to make a mistake. Hell, he may even be able to give us a hint of where the freak is staying."

Recalling the conversation in the diner the day that Georgie's life had started to crumble apart, Logan shook his head. "It won't happen. He never once let on that it was Diego, but he said that the warning was all he could offer. Family was were his loyalty was." Fighting to shove away the memories of the nightmares that Georgie suffered from every night and the desolation that he often witnessed in her eyes, Logan knew that she was not going to feel secure until Diego was dead. "I'll be honest, Francis. Georgie needs to know. I won't hide this from her. It's too much of a risk since he knows where the island is. I won't have her caught unprepared in case the worst outcome would happen."

"I didn't expect you too. I just thought that you telling her alone would be better. I'm not blind, Logan. I know that there are things that I am unaware of, although I could hazzard a guess. She is going to fall apart when she hears this. She responds to you, feels safer with you. If you tell her by yourself, you may be able to keep her calmer than if I am there. Its been you two mostly alone since this all started. Just make sure that she does not leave the hotel at all. Milo will be outside whatever room she is in at all times. We aren't taking any chances, not now. Diego has proven that he will do anything to get ahold of Georgie. That is not going to happen."

"When will Morgan, O'Brien, and Zacchara arrive? I will feel better once everyone is here."

"Last time they called, they were about two hours out because of a storm that cropped up." Releasing a groan, Francis shoved away from his desk. "I am going to use the penthouse that Barrett and Maxie stayed in last night for a command center. That way we will be close to Georgie but she won't hear everything that is being discussed. I'll walk up with you. I need to get it set up and ready to go."

Having requested that their breakfast be boxed up to go, Georgie led Milo to the private elevator that would take them up to the penthouse floor where she and Logan were staying. "I can't believe that you came down here. I bet you're happy to get some fresh air and sunshine, huh?"

The young guard smiled at her shyly. "I've never been to the island before, but it's nice. The scenery is beautiful, I admit. Max never did it justice when he talked about it. Jason thought that since we know each other, you would appreciate my being here instead of a stranger." Slipping the encoded key into the panel, he punched in the security code after the doors had closed. "Did you get to see any of Italy, or were you and Hayes on the move too much? I know that you had talked about studying abroad over there next year."

"I only got see one exhibit because of what is going on, but we saw the countryside. It's more gorgeous than I had dreamed. It's no wonder that Claudia stayed there for so long. Why you and Max left is beyond me."

Checking the hall before allowing her to exit as the doors slid open, Milo gave her a nod to follow him. "I guess growing up there kinda makes you immune to what others see. Now when I go back to Italy, it's different. I can appreciate the beauty because I am no longer there all the time. But Port Charles is my home now." Stopping at the door to her suite, he opened the key lock and stepped back. "I'll be out here if you need anything, Georgie. Francis should finish up with Hayes soon. Let me know if you need anything at all."

Letting the door close behind her, Georgie placed the boxes on the table and headed back to the bedroom. Having been rushed this morning to make it to the airport to see Maxie and Coop off, she wanted to take a hot bath and relax some. Not having to constantly move was a relief and her exhausted body only wanted to soak and ignore the worries that still plagued her.

Pulling her hair up into a messy knot as steam filled the air, she added some perfumed bath salts into the water and inhaled the scent of brown sugar and vanilla. Flipping on the stereo, she searched for a good station and finally found some rock music that she liked. Stripping and climbing into the large tub, she leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to forget all the problems that were weighing her down. If it hadn't been for Logan constantly badgering her and keeping her spirits up, she would have succumbed to the familiar depression that she had lived with for a long time before finally shrugging it off.

Jolting upright and looking around the bathroom, she blinked. Shivering in the cooling water, Georgie stood and wrapped one of the big, fluffy towels around her and stepped from the tub. Not knowing how long she had dozed, she listened for any movement to indicate that Logan was back. Not hearing anything, she pulled her clothes on before releasing her hair from it's clip. Leaning over and releasing the water from the tub, she heard the bathroom door open. "Geez, you took long enough," she started before her head was jerked backwards by a fistful of her hair and a cloth was placed over mouth and nose. Another arm wound around her waist and quickly subdued her attempt to twist free by tightening painfully around her.

Struggling against the arms holding her and trying not to inhale the sickening sweet substance on the cloth, she went completely still before beginning to desperately try to break free of the painful hold after hearing the voice that whispered in her ear.

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be, Georgie," Diego warned her as he kept his grip tight enough to bruise her delicate skin. "I don't want to have to hurt you."

Gasping in shock and starting to sob after hearing Diego's voice and feeling him kiss her neck, her vision swam as the chloroform started to work. Tears escaped from her eyes as they slowly drifted shut and her hands fell limply to her sides as she lost consciousness and slumped against his body, causing him to brace her body with his to break her fall.

Making sure that she was completely out, Diego then checked her pulse after he loosened his grip. Finding it strong, he slide an arm under her legs. Lifting her into his arms, he let his dark eyes trail over her body before he started toward the door with her cradled to his chest. He didn't know how long he had before her guard would recover from the blow on the head and wanted to make sure that he was out of the hotel before anyone knew that she was gone. "You really shouldn't have ran from me, Georgie. You belong to me and I will never let you go. You should have never left the first time. But this time you won't have the chance," he told her unresisting form as he entered the keycard for the private elevator into the correct slot and the door slid open.