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A/N: Here's the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R. My muse loves the attention. :D The chapter title comes from Michael Jackson. Many thanks to Aphina and Axellia for the beta!

Chapter 51.

He's the Wizard

Stella drove them to a nondescript building on a busy street. Quickly, they stowed their packages in the trunk of the SUV before she led them to door partially hidden in an alleyway.

"Stella?" Taylor said in confusion. "Why do I feel like I'm in a spy movie?"

Stella shot a grin over her shoulder. "That's because Georgie is very exclusive."

Cory lifted an eyebrow. "And how exactly did you meet?"

Stella laughed. "We were in foster care together," she said as she knocked a pattern on the door. Seconds later, the door swung open by a short, stout guy wearing horn rimmed glasses.

"Stella!" he exclaimed with a smile lighting up his face. He peered at the rest of the women. "Lindsay, you look amazing. The last time you were here was…" he trailed off in remembrance.

"A while ago," Lindsay replied with a smile. "So how successful is your new line?"

"In the stratosphere, darling. All due to you. I took a picture of you and showed it to some of my clients and they absolutely loved the dresses." Lindsay blushed slightly and Georgie continued, "So, who have you brought me today?" He ushered them into his studio, which was filled with brightly colored fabric.

Stella smiled. "I'd like you to meet, Cory Reid, Lydia Sanchez and Taylor Turner," she said pointed out each woman as she said their name.

Georgie studied each woman as he smiled at them. "Hum. Policeman's Ball, I presume?" he asked while walked through racks of dresses.

"Of course," Stella replied as she gestured to a small grouping of chairs. "I assume you have something in mind."

His only answer was a laugh as he carried an array of dresses to a rack. "For you, my dear, I have the perfect dress," he said to Stella, holding up a dress made up of gold silk. "Go, try it on." Stella didn't waste any time, she grabbed the dress and walked towards the dressing area.

"And you, Lindsay," he said holding up a royal blue dress. "I think this is perfect." Lindsay just smiled as she followed Stella.

Georgie turned his gaze to Cory, Taylor and Lydia. "Now, you three. I've never dressed you before, but if you trust me, I'll make you the belles of the ball."

He studied Taylor. "Taylor Turner. I've wanted to put you in one of my dresses ever since I saw your billboard in Times Square. I love your column, by the way. Stand for a moment, while I see what will flatter you the most."

"Okay, thanks," Taylor said feeling a little unsure of herself.

"Hum. You're tall and like to wear heels." He winked at her. "I love that in a woman. Shows that you're not intimidated. For you, I think something sleek and sophisticated," he said in a distracted manner as he turned back to the dresses. He returned in a matter of seconds, holding a black dress and gold lace dress. "Go, darling, and try it on."

Lydia and Cory looked at each other, feeling a little nervous as his gaze settled back on them. He looked at Lydia and pursed his lips. "Lydia, right?" At her nod, he continued. "Are you a cop?"

"Yes. FBI agent, actually," Lydia said with a smile.

"I'm impressed," Georgie replied. "I think something a little more exotic for you. I love your cheekbones." He thought for a moment, and then a light came to his eyes. "I think I have the perfect dress! I've just been waiting on the right woman to put it on." He walked quickly behind a couple of racks before immerging with a swath of red material. "Here, go try this on."

He turned his attention to Cory, who tried to keep from squirming under his penetrating stare. "You, my dear, are a mystery to me. You walk like a debutante, but the way you scan the room, screams cop."

Cory laughed. "You sure you don't want a job profiling for the FBI? Not many people would be able to see both sides in me," she drawled.

Georgie raised his eyebrows. "Southern, too? You are full of surprises. Let me guess, oil money?"

Cory looked at him in shock. "Seriously, can I hire you? I could use someone like you on my team."

Georgie just laughed. "Only if you want me to profile woman shoppers. I'd be at a loss with criminals. Hum. I think I have a dress for you, if you dare. Give me a moment." He disappeared again into the mass of dresses. He reappeared moments later with an armful of a coppery silk. "Here," he said as she shooed her towards the changing room.

Cory walked back and quickly changed before calling out to the others. "Okay y'all. On three!" she called out before walking out of the room, feeling a little self conscious in her dress.

She looked at the other women. "Wow. We clean up pretty good," she said in admiration.

Lindsay looked at her. "Wow, Cory. That dress is fabulous!"

Cory smiled as she modeled the dress. It was a halter dress with a V neck that plunged to her navel. It has held together by three diamond fasteners, one under the bust, one by her navel and one in the middle. It hugged her curves to her knees, where it flared slightly, to sweep the floor.

Stella looked at her. "You have to take that," she said in admiration. "Of course, you may never get Danny out of the house once he sees it!"

"You're one to talk, Stella. Wait until Mac sees you!" Cory said while gesturing to Stella gold dress. It was a pale gold with a halter neck. It had a ruched bodice that draped to the skirt and a glittering gold bank that accented her slim waist.

Stella looked at Lindsay's dress. "I love that on you," she said. Lindsay's dress was an empire waist royal blue with beading around the straps and V neck bodice. When Lindsay turned around, they noticed that the bead straps met in the center of her back, where they turned into one strap that followed her spine.

Lindsay blushed. "Thanks, but I wish I could wear Taylor's. It's so elegant, but I'm just not tall enough to pull it off." Taylor did a quick spin, showing off the black and gold lace dress. It was a halter dress, with a scalloped neckline. It had a black band of material around the waist and skimmed the tops of her toes.

They all turned at stared at Lydia's dress, while she spun in place. "I love this dress," she said with a dreamy smile. It was a vibrant red, with diamond accented straps that crisscrossed her back. It had a V neck that plunged past her cleavage, but not as deep as Cory's dress.

"I trust that you girls are pleased?" Georgie asked from where he was admiring them from the side.

Cory turned to him. "Georgie, you are a genius."

"It's what I do," he said humbly.

Taylor looked around. "You all know CPR? We are going to shock people," she said with a mischievous smile.

Georgie laughed. "Get changed and I'll wrap them up for you," he said with a wink.

When Cory got home, she was almost glowing from shopping expedition. Danny watched her as she walked in. "Good day?"

Cory smiled softly. "The best. I need to go shopping with Stella more often. I'm exhausted, but in the good way."

Danny nodded. "I noticed that you had an email from Alistair. Any news on your mom?"

Cory sighed as she sat down. "He found out that Montoya bought a yacht in Nice, so I assume that they are going to be looking for it." She looked at Danny. "I just want her back. I was so mean to her the last time that we talked."

Danny wrapped his arms around her. "What ever you may have said to her has been forgotten. I think she realized her error when you were kidnapped. She was willing to give her life for you, bella. Remember that." He looked down at her. "You hungry?"

Cory smiled. "Lord, yes. How about Campisi's?"

Danny smiled as he got up to get the phone. "Of course."

Alexis stared out the window as the yacht finally docked. She was unsure about how long they had been out on the water. She sighed in boredom. Ever since Montoya had found that Cory had survived, he had locked her in the room, bringing her meals to her.

He hadn't spoken to her, not even to tell her officially that Cory had survived. She stared at the deserted dock, which the sun was beating down on as she tried to guess a location. From the look of the water, she thought they were in the Mediterranean, but wasn't sure.

Finally, when the yacht had docked, she heard the door unlock and Etienne walked in. "Please come with me, Madame. We are exiting the boat," he said.

"Etienne, where are we?"

"That is not for me to tell, Madame. Please, follow me," he said as he once again led her through the halls.

AN:Okay guys. Sorry for the wait, but work got insane this week and I ended up working 55 hours. I'm tired now. I have up to 57 written, but my muse has left me after that, so I'll warn you if it's going to be a while before a new chapter gets posted!! In the meantime, go read Poisoned Pen and Gotham's Heroes!

Bec0512 - Thanks! I'm glad that I can bring a smile to your face!!

Maddy - I'm glad if flowed. I don't know what's going to happen with Alexis yet...My muse seems to be visiting Aphina right now. This is a little bit of a fluff chapter, because it was really needed!

CSI junkie - It will probably be a surprise because I didn't even know it until I wrote the chapter! I like fluff. It's nice. (:D) When you get a chance to reread it, go ahead, but make sure that you've done your science project first! What's it about?

Soccer-Bitch - I'm sorry to hear about your brother! That sucks. Where is he going to be stationed? Sickness has been going around. Half of my department was out this week with the flu and we got insanely busy!! I hope that I can continue writing!

Aphina - That chapter was about hope (that I'm about to dash) and thanks for Matt! He just kinda popped up there! I'll probably talk to you later about where I want to take this...