Mattie looked up as her father came towards her. He was dressed in green scrubs that were splattered with blood—Georgie's blood. Maxie saw it too as she stood up suddenly and clutched Mattie's hand.

"Is she okay?" her voice was small.

Patrick sighed. "We were able to stop the bleeding. But it will be touch and go for a while."

"Is she in recovery?" Mattie asked, trying to read his face for the truth about her aunt's case.

"Yes, she's in recovery. But she won't wake up until tomorrow at least," Patrick replied, running a hand through his hair.

"C-can I see her?" Maxie asked timidly.

Patrick nodded, "But only one at a time."

Mattie took a hold of Maxie's hand again. "Come on, I'll take you to the ICU." She gave her father a long look which told him that she was not finished looking for information.

But for the moment, Mattie led Maxie down the hall toward the ICU ward. Maxie stopped at the door to Georgie's room.

"I don't think that I can go in," She said quietly.

"Yes, you can. You know that you want to, Maxie. I'll be right out here,' Mattie replied, giving the blond woman a small push. Maxie entered the room and walked over to the bed.

She put a hand to her mouth in her surprise. To see Georgie after all these years, she couldn't believe it. Georgie was so still and Maxie was half afraid that if she blinked, this moment would be just a dream

Maxie pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down. She couldn't bring herself to hold her sister's hand—not yet anyway. "Oh Georgie, why?"

Maxie felt tears begin to fall. She wiped them off her cheeks. "Why didn't you come home? I've spent the last twenty-nine years thinking you were dead and now when I find out that you are really alive, you are on the brink of death once again. It's not fair. I've missed you so much."

She took a deep breath and reached out. She grabbed her sister's limp hand. "You've missed out on so much. I'm sure that you would laugh, but after you—left—Spinelli and I became best friends. We went through a lot together and we—we got married. Yeah, hard to believe, I know. But Spinelli and I actually did the deed. And we are happy—Thank God. And now we have two girls—Fiona and Julia. Julia's just like you—she's sweet and caring, and Fi's is so me. Mac always says that its fate's way of paying me back for all the worries I caused for him."

"You have to be okay, Georgie. You hear me? I will not lose you again. You are going to be okay. You are strong, I know you are and you will survive," Maxie said adamantly. She stood up and placed a gentle kiss on her sister's pale forehead. Pushing back the tears, she turned and crept out into the hallway.

Mattie was waiting for her. "Are you okay?" She reached up and brushed the hair out of Maxie's eyes.

"Yeah," Maxie sighed. "Has Spinelli gotten back yet?"

"Um, no. not yet," Mattie replied. "Look, I have rounds in a few minutes. Are you going to be okay?"

Maxie smiled. "Sure, I'll be fine. Is it okay if I stay here?"

Mattie nodded. "That's fine. Look, Aunt Maxie, my dad is happy with the results of the surgery. Georgie had a good chance of surviving. Have a little faith." With a wave, she walked down the hall, leaving Maxie staring after her. How had Mattie become so wise? Once upon a time ago, she was a precocious little girl and now—now she was this spectacular woman. How times changed.

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Sam walked into the living room of the house she and Lucky had shared for the seventeen years of marriage. She was surprised when Lucky had called her from the house so early in the afternoon. He rarely left work early and when he did, something was obviously wrong.

"Lucky?" She called, setting her purse on the table and shrugging out of her coat. She walked into the kitchen and stopped when she saw him sitting at the kitchen table, staring at a cup of coffee.

"Lucky? What's wrong?" Sam took a seat across from him. He wore a strange look on his face.

He glanced up at her. "Hey. You didn't have to come home early."

She frowned. "You sounded funny on the phone. Of course, I'm going to come home early. Is it the girls? Your sister? Nikolas?"

He shook his head. "No, everyone's fine. I just had a strange day. Not that I'm surprised though. After all, it's Port Charles. Strange things happen all the time and without warning."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Lucky, you're talking in riddles. I don't understand." She stood up to get a glass of water and drank deep.

"There was an accident out on the highway. Not far from Queen of Angels and the cemetery. I sent some uniforms out. Figured it was pretty straightforward. It was a female victim that was taken to the hospital with a gash in her head. At the hospital, they went through her belongings. She had a badge—a WSB badge," Lucky replied, glancing away from Sam.

"WSB? Like the World Security Bureau?" Sam asked credulously. Then she frowned. "I don't understand. Why does that make you so upset?"

"Because the badge said Agent Georgianna Jones."

"What? Georgie Jones? As in Maxie Jones-Spinelli's sister—dead sister? She died almost thirty years ago," Sam asked.

"Yeah. The same Georgie Jones who was supposedly murdered on December 17th, 2007. We checked it out. She's alive and been working for the WSB for nearly twenty-eight years. I talked to an Agent Bree Buchanan. She's worked with Georgie and her superior verified," Lucky stood up and walked to the window.

"Wow. Is she okay? Georgie, I mean."

"She's out of surgery. Patrick Drake operated on her and Maxie was notified. She's already seen her. The accident was only an accident. Black ice," he stood up and went to the phone to call his sister. Lulu had been somewhat friends with Georgie when she'd been alive and she might want to know.

"Wow," Sam replied, standing up and walking out of the room. She had to call Maxie and find out how she was.

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The Cassadine Mansion was a flurry of activity the following day as people worked to finish preparations for the ball that night. The ball room had been cleaned and decorated from top to bottom and the attached dining and sitting rooms were being readied for fifty or so guests that would occupy the rooms.

Spencer walked into the study and saw his father seated behind the big mahogany desk. He looked deep in thought. "Hey."

Nikolas looked in surprise. "Hello. I didn't see you."

Spencer laughed. "You looked like you were asleep with your eyes open." He walked to the table and poured a glass of water.

"Oh you. I'm sorry. I was just perusing the activity in the ballroom. It looks good. You did a fantastic job, Spence," Nikolas replied, standing up. He walked to the door just as Molly came racing through it. "Whoa!" he caught her in a hug and lifted her off her feet.

"Hi Nik! How are you?" She squealed. She hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Happy to be home. How's your mother?" he set her back on the ground and she straightened her clothes as she slipped off her coat.

Molly smiled. "She's great. And she's been vying for Maxie's latest creation for the ball. Between her and Diane, they keep Maxie in good business."

Nikolas laughed. "I'm sure they have. Are she and Jerry still together?"

Molly's eyes darkened. She frowned. "Yes." She turned her attention to Spencer. "So…what do we have to do?"

"Nothing," Miranda replied as she came sweeping into the room. She was dressed in a dark purple velour sweat suit and her hair was already in its up-do for the evening. "Everything's perfect. You, my Molly, need to go upstairs so we can start getting ready. Nadine's up doing the girls' hair and she will do yours soon." She linked an arm through Molly's and with a wave to Spence, led the younger woman up the sweeping staircase.

Spencer blew out a breath. "Wow. She's good."

Nikolas laughed. "She is. And she's right. Everything is under control. I'm going to walk down to the launch to make sure that the boats are ready." He waved to his son and walked out into the foyer.

Spence gave a wave. He might as well make himself useful by checking the number of guests expected at what was looking to be the society event of the decade.

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Lulu Zacchara walked onto the fifth floor of General Hospital. She was on a mission. She needed to see if it was true for herself. After that phone call from her brother the following evening, she had to know for sure.

With barely a wave of acknowledgement to her former sister-in-law, Elizabeth, she hurried passed the nurses' station to the ICU wing. It was there that she knew the truth.

The door read Georgianna Jones. She walked closer to the window and peeked inside. The woman lying in the bed was pale. She looked like she was tall. Her hair was a reddish color. She looked too much like the Georgie she remembered.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, Georgie. So you have to get better," She whispered.

"Lulu?"

Lulu jumped when for a moment, she thought that it was Georgie speaking to her. But when she realized that the voice was from behind, she turned around and saw Maxie standing in the doorway. "Hi, Maxie."

"What are you doing here?" Maxie walked inside and set her purse on the table.

Lulu shrugged. "Lucky told me about it and I had to see her for myself."

"I see, well, keep it quiet for a little while longer. Mac doesn't know yet," Maxie replied.

"You didn't tell him that his daughter is alive?" Lulu practically screeched.

Maxie shook her head. "I haven't had a chance yet. I will though. Please, Lulu."

Lulu nodded. "I'll keep it quiet. Are you going to the ball tonight?"

"Yes, I already finished all the special order dresses. There were about seven gowns. I'm surprised that you didn't call me," Maxie eyed the other blond woman.

Lulu shrugged. "You know, well, I was in the city a couple of weeks ago and I picked up a Federico original…"

"You? In Federico? Really Lulu, you're finally moving up in the world of fashion," Maxie chastised.

"Oh shut up. I was an assistant to Kate once upon a time. And as the wife of a business man like Johnny, I had to learn to be fashionable," Lulu told her. She walked toward the door. "Listen Maxie, if you need anything, call me…or Johnny. I have to go get ready for tonight. Do you want Johnny and I to wait for you and Spinelli?"

"No, no. That's okay. We'll be there around seven O'clock."

"Okay, see you later. Keep me posted as to her condition," Lulu replied, nodding to the unconscious Georgie. With a final wave, she exited the room and disappeared around the corner.

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Bree let herself inside Llanfair. She set her bags down on the floor and shrugged out of her coat. She then walked into the living room in search of her family.

"Hello?" She called out to the empty room. "Mom? Grandma?" she walked back out into the foyer and was about to begin climbing the stairs when she heard a sound behind her.

"Bree?" Viki Lord Banks exclaimed as she passed into the foyer. She had aged well—quite well, in fact, after she'd finally married Charlie Banks. Her short hair was silver now, but still sleek and full. She was dressed in a navy pantsuit which accented her slim body. "What you are you doing here?"

"Hi grandma," Bree said, crossing the room to close her grandmother in a hug. Viki pulled back to look at her granddaughter.

"That still doesn't tell me why you're here. I thought that you were on a case."

Bree laughed. "Yes, well, I needed a break. I was afraid that I would crumble under the pressure so I begged my supervisor to let me out."

"That's great, Bree. For how long?" Viki looked her granddaughter over. Bree looked tired and worn out, but a few weeks at Llanfair with her family would fix that.

"A month, maybe more. I might take a week to travel to Port Charles, NY though. A colleague was injured in a car accident and I want to see her."

"Oh, that's too bad. Was it WSB related?" Viki asked concerned. She drew her granddaughter into the family room. Bree sat on the couch and Viki sat across from her in the big arm chair.

"No, actually. It was just a car accident. It's really a long story, though," Bree smiled hoping that her grandmother would get the implication.

Viki did, apparently, as she moved on to another topic. "How are you, really?"

Bree sighed. "Oh, I'm okay. I'm just tired. The job in physically and mentally wearing and I needed a break. This was the first place I thought of." Then she brightened. "Where's mom? And Charlie?"

"Your mother is at BE and Charlie's at the diner, probably. He generally goes there for lunch with his cronies once a week or so. And your sister is at work," Viki replied. She stood up. "I'm going to get us some tea. Are you hungry or anything?"

"No. I'm fine. But I can get the tea, Grandma. Sit down," Bree said, standing up and walking into the kitchen. Viki followed.

"We'll get it together, just like old times," Viki answered.

Bree smiled. "Yes, let's." She hooked an arm through Viki's and together they walked into the kitchen. Yes, it was good to be home.

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So, here's the same old plea…please review! I love to hear from my readers. If you have any suggestions, let me know. Although I have a question for you all: I don't know what to do about Sam and Lucky. Their little part was kind of corny and I don't know where to go from there. Lucky is the police commissioner and Sam is…I don't know. What should she do for a living? Something in fashion? Or a police officer? I don't know, what do you think? Please review! I love to read them.