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He looked down at his phone smiling when he saw who it was.
"Spinelli," she half snapped half whined, "I need you!"
"I'll be right there. What is it?"
"I don't think you can be right here! I'm not in Port Charles," she began to cry.
"Where are you? Are you okay? Do you know where you are," he questioned frantically.
"I'm fine, I guess," she said looking down at her left hand. "I just needed someone and you're the first person I thought to call. Can you help me or not?"
"Blonde one, you're going to have to give me a little more information. I can't do anything if I don't know where you are or what's going on!"
"Look, I'll tell you when you get here! Just go to the airport, I'll have a ticket waiting for you!"
A ticket, the airport, what in the world had she gotten herself into, he thought, as he grabbed a few things, throwing them into a bag. A left Jason a voicemail and note telling him he had to go, that he may be gone a few days, may not he wasn't sure. He grabbed his bag and computer and made his way to the airport. He approached the front desk and gave the ticket agent his information. "Here you go, Mr. Spinelli," she said handing him a ticket. "Its at gate 14, it doesn't board for another hour, but it's down there and to the left," she said pointing in that direction. He opened the ticket up to see exactly where he was headed, "Vegas?! Maximista what have you gotten yourself into," he screamed to no one.
This is The Jackal," he said answering his phone again, boy was he popular today.
"Spinelli, I need you," the voice on the other end of the line stated.
"Uh, well, Fair Lulu, I'm sorry but I can not help you today. Is it of the utmost importance, can it wait a few days?"
"No! I can not wait! I really need you're help now," she began to beg. "I mean I know we haven't hung out in a while. Last time I wanted to, you were too busy with Maxie," she huffed. "But that's beside the point, something is wrong with my car. The computer system is all wonky. The alarms going off, can't you hear it? The dashboard lights keep coming on and off. The GPS is all screwed up, and I'm getting lost. If I pull over can't you come and get me?"
"Let me see if I can jackal into your system from here."
"Why can't you just come get me?"
"If you must know Nosey Lost Blonde One, I'm at the airport."
"Oh! You finally got case congratulations!"
"A case, yes, The Jackal is most definitely on a case!" He wasn't lying, Maxie needed his help, and it was kind of like a case. She was in a different state after all, and she was being unreasonably cryptic.
"Maximista," he said when she answered the phone. "My plane just landed, are you at a hotel. I can get a cab or rent a car."
"I'm at the airport," she interjected. What gate are you at, I'll meet you there." She looked down at her left hand again, "how in the world am I going to explain this," she mumbled under her breath.
"Did you say something?"
"No. Where are you?"
"Meet me at baggage claim."
"K!"
He saw her walking up and raised his hands, as if he was silently asking what her problem was.
She silently answered back by waving and pointing to her left hand.
"You need me to hold your hand," he laughed.
"Get a little closer and you'll see my problem," she barked shoving her newly ringed ring finger in his face.
His jaw dropped, was she showing him a wedding band? Had she run off and gotten married? If she had, who was she married to and why did she need his help? He rested his fist on his chin, pondering what he was going to say. He held out his hand, taking hers, and asked, "You're married?"
"Well it certainly looks that way. Doesn't it?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"I woke up in a hotel room with a massive hangover," she said, pushing her sunglasses into her hair. "No I don't remember. I do know this much, finding a ring on my finger sobered me up real fast."
"You can't remember anything?"
She shook her head, "nothing."
"And you didn't think to ask your husband what happened," he said laughing.
She punched him in the stomach, "maybe I would've asked him, if there was a him to ask. I woke up to a wedding photo and this here ring."
Her whole situation was mesmerizing, but sad at the same time. He really wanted to help her, but he didn't know what he could do. "So you said you needed my help. Mrs. I Don't Know My Last Name. What can The Jackal do for you?"
"You could just call me Maxie for one. Then you could come with me to my hotel room."
"The honeymoon suite," he laughed.
"As I was saying, you could come back with me, get out that pretty laptop of yours and do some jackaling."
"What would you like me to jackal? You said it yourself you don't know anything."
"I thought you were the assassin of the internet, Jackal P.I! I have a picture isn't that enough to go on?" She was getting frustrated, "can't you do some of you crazy computer magic, say some silly Spinelli hocus pocus words, and find my marriage records or something."
"Maximista, what would I do without you?"
"My mad sleuthing skills would be nothing without you crazy computer genius! Now, let's go figure this out. I really don't want to be married anymore."
"Not even if he's a doctor, lawyer, wealthy business man. Not even if he's George Clooney."
"Maybe if he's George Clooney," she joked, "I really need your help fixing this, lets go."
They made it to the hotel, a nice one at that, and up to her room, which was in fact the honeymoon suite. She flopped down on the bed and pulled the picture out from the nightstand drawer. "Here's the picture, now do something."
"Okay, picture, what do you want me to do with it?"
"Scan it or something, do some cross referencing, figure out who this guy is."
"Scan it. Right. You better get my travel scanner; it's over there with my travel scrabble."
"I really don't have time for you to act this way. Seriously, put your P.I. cap on and figure out how to get me out of this mess."
"Okay," he said surveying the picture, "maybe we can just go down to the front desk and ask the receptionist who the guy is. Or if she's ever seen this particular wedding chapel."
"Again Mr. Spinelli, you are a genius."
"You really look like you need some rest. Why don't you take a nap? I'll trek out on my own, see what I can find."
"Are you sure? I mean can you really do it without your partner?"
"I'll call you; if I need you. Go to sleep."
He came back into the room, leaned over the bed and was about to wake her up. She shot up quickly ramming her head into his. "Ouch," the both cried. "So," he said, "I figured out his name, I got your marriage license." He was very pleased with himself, "it's Bryan."
"Bryan Hamilton, I know!"
"What"
"I remembered what happened."
"Do share."
"Well, I was ticked off about work. I got yelled at yesterday. I needed to relax; unwind. I went to Jake's with Robin mind you. I started dancing with some guy. Bryan. We got to drinking and talking. We made a game out of every time Robin got up to go to the bathroom, it got really bad, she got up like every 5 seconds. We ended up all over each other, and well, we wound up here."
"So, Mrs. Hamilton, you're blaming your new leading man on Mr. Jose Cuervo."
"Jose Cuervo you are not a friend of mine! I don't want a new leading man. I don't wanna be married."
"Are you sure Mrs. Hamilton? He's from a very well off family; he's in town for some ELQ thing. He's rolling in dough."
"I'm positive. Don't call me that!"
"That's your name!"
"Not for long, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
"Well, sweetheart, this started in good ol' Port Charles."
"But it can end here. I'm getting this thing annulled. And you're keeping your mouth shut about this!"
"What happens when you see him back at home?"
"I haven't got that all figured out yet. Just help me figure out how to get this annulled already. I don't want to be married to this guy."
"Okay, chill! We'll figure out how to fix this. How to get you unmarried."
"Thank you! I can't be married to some random guy I don't love." She was being honest; she liked the leading man she already had. Hadn't she brought up the fact that she didn't want to be married, to this guy, didn't want to be Mrs. Bryan Hamilton, enough. Why couldn't he take a hint?
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