Maxie rushed through the elevator doors. She was slightly out of breath when she reached the nurses' desk, but didn't care. Something was surely wrong. She'd been going to her brain to try and figure out what was so important that Elizabeth Webber had asked her to come to GH.

Maxie saw Patrick standing on the other side of the counter reading a chart. "Patrick!" She called, as he looked up.

"Maxie." Patrick looked up, surprised to see her so quickly. "Did Mattie call you?"

Maxie shook her head. "No. Elizabeth Webber called. What's wrong? Did something happen? Elizabeth wouldn't tell me anything."

"No, no. It's nothing like that. Everyone's fine, well, almost everyone. Maxie, come sit for a moment. I'll page Mattie. She wants to tell you."

Maxie frowned, but sat nonetheless. "Tell me what? Why is everyone speaking in riddles? What's wrong?" She through her hands up in exasperation.

Moments later, Mattie appeared. She wore a grim look on her face. "Hi Maxie."

"Hi, Mattie."

Patrick began first. "Maxie, a patient was brought in this morning. She was a victim of a car crash out on the highway. Her car hit a patch of ice and went off the road. The problem was, she didn't have I.D. When we looked through her belongings, we found a badge for the World Security Bureau."

Maxie frowned. Now, that wasn't something she'd heard in a while. Her biological father had worked for the WSB for years, but after his death, she hadn't thought of it. "Why are you telling me this? I don't understand."

"Maxie. Listen to me. The badge belonged to a Georgianna Jones," Mattie said quickly, gauging Maxie's reaction.

"No. That can't be possible. She's dead, Georgie's dead. I saw her body in the park. I spoke at her funeral. She's dead. I know she is…" she broke off, the tears making her unable to speak. She covered her face with her hands for a moment, and then looked back at Patrick for confirmation.

"We checked with PCPD. Georgie Jones is definitely alive and she's an agent with the WSB," Mattie replied gently.

"Maxie, listen to me, this is very important," Patrick instructed. "Because she can't consent for herself, and as you are her closest relative, you need to sign for her. Georgie needs surgery to save her life. Maxie, do you understand me?" Patrick's voice held an air of authority.

Maxie sucked in a breath. "Yes, I understand. Where do I sign? I lost my sister once. There's no way in hell that I'm losing her again." She boldly wrote her signature on the papers that Mattie held. Patrick stood up.

"I'm going to scrub in. Maxie, Georgie's in the best of hands. Mattie will stay with you and I'll come out when I'm done."

"Patrick." Maxie called as he started to walk away.

He stopped and turned. "What?"

"Save her please. Save my sister. I already lost Robin, I can't lose Georgie too—again," Maxie said, the tears falling again. Mattie hugged her aunt and they sat down on the chairs. It was going to be a long wait.

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Maxie looked at Mattie. "I don't understand. It's been twenty-nine years. I saw her. She was cold, dead. She was gone. And now she back, alive? I don't get it. Why? Why didn't she come home sooner? It's been a lifetime."

"I don't know. But I'm sure that Georgie had a reason. She would have come back if she could. We will just have to wait until she's out of surgery and wakes up," Mattie reasoned.

Maxie whipped around. "So, she's going to be okay? The surgery is going to come out okay? Please Mattie. Tell me that my sister will be okay."

Mattie hesitated. "Maxie. We—"

She was cut off by the sound of the elevator door opening. Spinelli raced through but stopped suddenly when he saw Mattie and Maxie. "Maximista! Why didn't you call me?"

"I-I didn't think about it. Sorry," Maxie began pacing back and forth.

"What happened?" Spinelli demanded, watching his wife pace and his niece wring her hands. It was odd, he thought. Maxie rarely worried and Mattie was usually so sure of herself that she never second-guessed anything.

"Maxie, sit down. Think of your heart," Mattie ordered.

Maxie laughed, though it sounded hollow. "It's ironic, don't you think? That it's Georgie and Robin who were the first to die? And I, the one who cheated death, am still alive and kicking."But she sat anyway.

"That's not true—"Mattie began, but Spinelli cut her off.

"Would someone please tell me what is going on?" he ordered.

"Georgie. She's alive," Maxie replied simply.

Spinelli frowned. "What are you talking about? I know she's dead. I found her on the steps."

"It was a lie."

"Maxie, what are you talking about?" Spinelli looked at Mattie, who sighed.

"We don't know what happened. All we know is that a female car accident victim was brought to the hospital with brain bleeds and no I.D. We looked through her belongings and found a WSB badge with the name Georgianna Jones. She's in the O.R. right now being operated on by my father. We won't know anything until she's in recovery and wakes up," Mattie replied. She reached for Maxie's hand and squeezed. "It's going to be okay."

"How can you know that? Georgie's been God knows where for the last twenty-nine years and now she's fighting for her life," Maxie cried. Then she brightened. "Spinelli, I knew there was a reason I stayed with you for all these years. You can look her up. See what she's been up to in the past twenty-nine years."

Spinelli nodded as if glad to have something productive to do. "I'll get right on it, but are you sure that you are okay?"

Maxie smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. Go, please, put your cyber skills to the test."

Spinelli kissed her cheek and walked to the elevator. With a wave, he disappeared as the door closed.

Maxie sighed. "It's going to be a long day."

Mattie smiled sadly. Georgie had to be okay. She didn't think that Maxie could bear losing her all over again. She squeezed Maxie's hand again and prayed to some god that her aunt would be okay.

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Sarah Lansing was sitting at her desk in the bullpen at PCPD. She was almost finished with her paperwork and was ready to call it a day and go home. She signed her name with a flourish and walked the paperwork to Lucky Spencer's office.

He was on the phone when she knocked. Motioning her inside, he spoke quickly, "Yes, we are investigating it. I've already sent two detectives to the hospital, but the victim just got out of surgery. She's not expected to be awake until tomorrow at the earliest."

"Yes, yes. I understand, Agent Brennan. I will report any new developments to the agency as soon as they come up," Lucky added quickly. Finally, the phone call was over and Lucky breathed a sigh. "I hate dealing with government agencies," he said, for Sarah's benefit.

"Is that that accident out on the highway?" She asked, putting the report on his desk.

"Yes, and as the victim's been identified at Georgie Jones, WSB agent, the agency is breathing down my neck. It looks as if it is an accident, but with an undercover agent, you can't be too careful."

Sarah frowned. "Wait, did you say Georgie Jones? I thought that she was dead. I thought that she was a victim of the TMK."

"So did the greater Port Charles," Lucky replied dryly.

"But is it really her?" Sarah asked, still not completely understanding.

"We checked her out. And WSB says that Georgie Jones has been an undercover agent for the last twenty-nine years," Lucky shrugged. "You know Port Charles, sometimes people just don't stay dead."

Sarah nodded, even though she didn't see how it could be possible. She'd seen the case report. Georgie Jones was definitely dead when she was discovered on the steps at the East entrance to the park. She had been killed by the Text Message Killer or TMK, AKA Lila Rae Alcazar's brother Diego.

Sarah shook her head as she walked out of the commissioner's office and out of PCPD for the wintry air. Things were definitely not what they seemed.

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Molly sat back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. She was finally done. The layout for Fusion's perfume was finished and in a matter of moments, would be on its way to the publisher. She had spent the last two days working on the layout and was so glad that it was done.

Although the layout hadn't taken her much time, she'd been helping Maxie with the designs for Fusion and when Maxie had received the phone call from the hospital and had rushed off quickly, Molly had stayed behind to deal with it.

She stowed all of the designs away and stood up. Kate was in her office on the phone when she reached the door.

"No. I want that model that was featured in Giselle's layout last year. What was her name—Jenny something?" Kate was quiet for a moment. "Yes, that's it—Jenny Martin. I want her. She's the biggest and the brightest at the moment. Okay, yes. I'll hold."

Sighing, Kate set the phone down and pressed the speaker button. She looked up at Molly. "Did Maxie finish the designs?"

"Almost, she got a phone call and rushed off to the hospital," Molly replied.

Kate looked concerned. "Oh, I hope that everything is all right." Then the phone blinked. Kate picked it up. "Yes, this is Kate Howard-Corinthos." She waved at Molly, who left the office and was in the elevator heading down to the ground level of the Metrocourt before Kate could say anything else.

Molly shivered and burrowed deeper into coat as she walked to her car. She had promised that she would babysit for Kristina's kids tonight, although all she wanted to do was to go home and take a bath with a glass of chilled wine. But when duty called, Molly knew better that to shirk to it.

She drove across town and just as she pulled into Kristina's driveway, it began to snow. Molly hurried through the little white flakes to get to the door. Kristina swung it open just as Molly's gloved hand touched the knob.

"Hi! Thank god you're here. The hospital just paged me. I have to get there as soon as possible. Jack should be home by ten or so. But if you want to, feel free to stay the night. Taylor, Michael, be good for your aunt," She warned, eyeing her children.

"We'll be fine. We are going to have a great time, won't we, guys?" Molly looked at the kids, both of whom were nodding.

"I hope that my house isn't in shambles when I come home, Moll. Don't think I've forgotten how we were when Sam babysat us."

Molly grinned. "Don't be a spoilsport. We'll clean everything up. Now go, before they page you again," She said, pushing Kristina toward the door. Kristina waved at the kids and hurried to her car. Moments later, she was pulling out of the driveway and heading down the street toward GH.

Molly turned back to Michael and Taylor. She rubbed her hands together and grinned. "Okay, she's gone. Now we get to have fun…"

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Bree slapped the file down on the desk. She was tired of fielding phone calls. All day she'd been on the phone with various agencies and police departments. Well, mostly just Port Charles Police Department.

All this trouble because of Georgie Jones. She was tempted to travel to Port Charles so she could get perspective of the entire case. Why Georgie had gone back to Port Charles, she didn't know. And of all the places in the world to be in a car accident, it had to be the city that believed that she was dead.

Bree didn't understand how she could have lived a double life for all these years. It was too surreal to believe. Perhaps it was because Bree was so close to her family that she couldn't imagine being away from them for so long.

Sighing, she stood up and stalked out of the office. While she wanted to go to Port Charles and make sure that Georgie was alright, she wanted to go home even more. Home to Llanview, home to the Lord Mansion, home to—she couldn't actually believe she was saying this—her mother. She just wanted to go home.

Her supervisor promised that as soon at the assignment was done, she could have a break. But he couldn't stand to lose her forever. She was too good an agent. But at this point, Bree was thinking that she wanted an out.

She was surprised to be thinking that. She had always wanted to be a cop. For as long as she could remember, she wanted that adrenaline rush. And after she'd graduated from the police academy in Llanview, the opportunity to work at the WSB came up. And it was too good to pass.

And up until now, she'd never regretted her decision.

Something had changed. Maybe it was the wear of traveling, of spending every other year in a different town, different city, sometimes even a different country. She was tired of it, of all of it.

Bree reached for the phone. She dialed that familiar number and when her supervisor picked up the other line; she knew exactly what she was going to say. "I want out."

"What?"

"I want, no, I need a vacation. I'm getting burned out here. Please, let me go home for a while. Then when I come back, maybe I won't feel as though I want to quit the WSB," Bree said, shrugging into her coat.

"Okay."

"I really need a vacation—I mean, I know that the case isn't solved, but I can find someone to cover for—wait, what did you say?" Bree stopped suddenly as if just hearing him.

He chuckled. "I like you Brennan. You're a good agent and I don't want to lose you. Take a week. Hell, take a month. Just get rested up because you are too good to burn out."

"Oh. Sir, thank you," Bree replied as they said their goodbyes. When she hung up the phone, she hurried out of the office and outside into the wintery air. She jogged the six blocks to her apartment and hurried inside. Thirty minutes later, she was packed and had a seat reserved on the next flight to Philadelphia. Then from there, it would be home to Llanview. She couldn't wait to surprise her mother.

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Okay, so how is it? I especially like writing for Bree and have a few plans in mind for her. Don't worry, Georgie is going to be okay, but Maxie will have a few monologues about losing her sister for the second time. I want to get to the big ball at Wyndemere because of Mattie and Morgan. They will have happiness. Please read and review. I love to read the reviews because I like to see how people like what I write. Above all, enjoy!