"Hey! Ready to go?" Maxie asked as she pushed open the door and flounced inside. She set her purse and jacket on the chair and looked at her sister. Georgie was frowning as she studied her face in the mirror.

"I look like I was hit by a truck."

Maxie managed to hide her smile. "Well, you weren't hit by a truck, but you did take a brutal beating by your car. Though it could have been much worst. Luckily you were wearing your seatbelt." The corner of her mouth lifted slightly in a smile. "But really, you look fine."

Georgie shrugged. "Whatever. I've never been too concerned about my looks, especially as an agent." She turned away from the mirror and picked up her wool coat. She awkwardly slipped it on over her bandaged arm. Maxie hurried to help her and when she was ready, picked up the overnight bag that held all of Georgie's belongings salvaged from her crushed car.

"Just how are we getting to your house?" Georgie asked, as they walked out of the room and down the hallway toward the elevator. They stopped at the nurses' station where Elizabeth held out the release forms for her to sign. After she carefully signed the papers, they entered the elevator and waited while it descended to the first floor of the hospital.

"Spinelli's waiting with the car," Maxie replied, motioning to the dusty blue minivan where Spinelli was waiting.

Georgie goggled for a brief moment and then turned to her sister with a gleam in her eye. "A minivan?" her raised eyebrow told it all.

Maxie shrugged. "I know, I know. It's not me, but I got married and became a mom. So things changed. We do have a classier car that I drive on occasion," she said assuredly.

Georgie only nodded skeptically as Spinelli skirted the car to open the door for her. He held out his hand, which she accepted. "The Jackal's at your service, Wise Georgie."

At the familiar nickname, she smiled. "Now that's something I haven't heard in a long time." Once they were all settled in the van, Spinelli hurried to the driver's side and after getting in, started the car and drove away.

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Lulu Zacchara opened the over and slipped a tray of chocolate chip cookies in. closing it, she set down the oven pads and turned around with a gasp. Johnny stood in front of her with a grin on his face.

"What's up with you Sunshine?" she asked with raised eyebrows. Ducking under his arms, she slipped away and crossed the room to the stove. She stirred the pot of vegetable soup, sampling it with the spoon while she sprinkled a bit of salt over it.

"I just saw Claudia at the Metrocourt and she said that my dad had a heart attack last night," he said excitedly.

"What! Your dad had a heart attack and you are happy about it?" she asked credulously, not knowing whether she should jump for joy over his news or scold him for acting so happy. After all, Anthony Zacchara hadn't exactly been the world's best father-in-law.

He shrugged. "Well, he practically disowned me when we got married. So I figured that I could at least celebrate the fact that Anthony could quite possibly die after all these years."

"Sometimes you continue to baffle me," she replied, stepping through the swinging doors to ring up a costumer who had ordered a coffee to go. Johnny watched her go and laughed to himself. She had always had a relatively good relationship with her father, even when he'd waltzed out of her life for months at a time. That being said, she sometimes failed to understand his deep set hatred for his own father.

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"Guess what?" Miranda Montgomery squealed as she practically skipped into the study at Wyndemere. Spencer was seated at the desk with the phone glued to his ear. Her eyes widened when she saw the phone and she put a hand over her mouth in surprise.

"Oh course…no, no, I understand. Yes, the check is in the mail as we speak. You should receive it within the week. Okay, thanks," Spencer finished and set the phone on its hook. He smiled at the happy woman in front of him.

"Sorry, business. But now I'm all yours. What happened?" he stood up and skirted around the desk, catching her in a hug. She leaned closer and drew his head down, capturing his mouth with hers. He deepened the kiss and she moaned in response. Part of her wanted the kiss to continue which would lead into other things, but the more sensible part of her knew that it was not appropriate for the moment.

So she forlornly leaned back and grinned. "Wow, you do kiss well."

He scoffed and crossed the room to the bar where a water pitcher sat. Pouring some in a glass, he took a long drink. "What's your big news Miranda?"

She smiled, her grin seeming bigger than her face. "The final tally for the money raised at the ball came in and it was way more than expected." Reaching in her purse, she pulled out a paper and held it up. He took it from her and as he read, his eyes widened.

"I didn't expect this much," he said slowly rereading the number. "That's a lot of money."

"I know, isn't it great?" Miranda replied, giving a little skip. "Six thousand dollars—all in one night. That's incredible. My mother and the other board members were very happy."

"That's really great. We did good."

She shook her head. "No, we did great. And I was thinking…since we did so great, we should celebrate." She lifted her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh really?" he said, grinning now. He walked around the table and stepped up to her. He hooked a hand around her waist and pulled her close. "What'd you have in mind?"

"Well…maybe we should start up the stairs." She pulled him out of the room and toward the stairs. "I think that what I have in mind shouldn't be for public viewing."

His chuckle could be heard as they climbed the stairs and rounded the hall.

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Morgan stopped outside PCPD as his phone rang. Looking at the screen, he frowned. His mother. The last thing he needed was his mother cluttering his day. He and Mattie still hadn't told her about the wedding and truthfully he wasn't looking forward to it. Sighing, he flipped open the phone.

"Hi mom."

Carly's voice sounded bright and shiny. "Hi Morgan! How are you?"

"I'm good mom," he replied disdainfully. "How are you?"

"Oh I'm wonderful. Jax and I just arrived home from Hawaii. We were checking on the hotel there."

"That's nice…listen mom, I'm at work and I'm really busy." He held up his arm and studied the watch. He was five minutes late for his shift. Damn it. Lucky wouldn't be thrilled and he'd have to work later than planned.

"Oh I know, I know. I was hoping that we could get together for lunch at the hotel today. I mean—even police officers have to eat," Carly said quickly.

He frowned. "I-I…sure, that'd be great. What time?"

"How about one O'clock?"

"Sure, that'd be fine. Look mom, I really have to go. I'll see you at one," Morgan replied, hanging up the phone. He shoved it in his pocket and sprinted through the door of PCPD. As much as he would rather not have lunch with his mother, he definitely didn't want to work later than normal.

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Molly was jolted out of her musings by the familiar ring of her cell phone. Reaching for it, she frowned when she read the display. Sighing, she pushed the talk button and put the phone to her ear.

"Hi Matthew."

"Hey sweetheart, I didn't think you'd answer," Matthew replied, his voice sounding cook and distant.

She frowned. "Why didn't you think I'd answer? Did you not want me to answer?"

"No, no. I just thought that you'd be working and I know that you don't usually answer during the workday."

"Oh. I see," she fingered the hem of her blouse.

"Mol—"

"Save it, Matthew. What are we doing? I mean, we aren't together anymore…not in the real sense."

"Molly, what are you talking about? I love you," Matthew said, confusion lining his voice.

"Just how much time have we spent together in the last month—no, scratch that, in the last six months? I mean—at the ball, you were late and then acted as if there was nothing wrong."

"Molly, I love you and we can make this work," he replied quickly.

"I love you too, but I don't think that we can make this work. I want a man wants to me with me…and doesn't go rushing home every other week," she snapped, exasperated that he was acting so dense. This conversation had been a long time coming.

"Well I'm sorry that my family's business is important to me," he replied sarcastically, which as he had intended it to, made her feel lower than scum.

"You know that's not what I mean, Matthew. I-we've been together for seven years. Seven years and we've not even talked about a future. I mean, I want a family someday…someday soon. And we can't even make time to go to dinner together," Molly said, hating the fact that her voice sounded full of tears.

"You never said that you wanted kids. We never talked about it."

At this she exploded. "Of course we never talked about it. We haven't been in the same room long enough to talk about it!"

"Fine, you want to talk about it? Let's talk about it," he said dryly.

"No. I'm tired of the dance. We just aren't working out. You are too involved in BE and I am here, in Port Charles. My career is at Crimson and yours is in Llanview. I'm sorry, it's just not going to work out. And I've been to blind to see that its never really worked out before. I'm sorry Matthew, but I have to go." She very nearly slammed the phone down and held back as she heard his last words.

"I'm sorry too Mattie…and for the record, I still love you." Then the line went dead and she let her tears fall.

Dropping the phone, she covered her face with her hands and cried, forgetting that she was sitting in the office of Crimson. Sobbing, she remembered in the distant past the goods times that she'd had with Matthew Buchanan. She remembered her plans and dreams of marrying him and having a family with him. And she mourned not only her loss, but her stupidity for spending so much time in a relationship that hadn't gone anywhere.

Opening her eyes, she remembered that she was still at work. Kate's door was closed as she jumped up to knock on it. At Kate's signal, she opened it and tried to wipe the tears from her face.

"Molly, what's wrong?" Kate asked, worriedly, getting to her feet and circling her desk.

She shook her head. "Nothing, nothing. I-I need to do something. Please, can I have the rest of the afternoon off? I promise I'll make up for it tomorrow."

Kate nodded quickly, as if sensing that Molly was telling the truth. "Of course, don't worry about work. You finished almost everything today anyway. Go, its fine." She made a shooing motion with her hands. Molly waved and ran as if wolves were biting at her heels. She grabbed her purse and coat as she stabbed the elevator button.

When the door closed, she leaned against the wall and blindly punched out a familiar number. There was only one place she could think of going after what had just happened.

"Hi, it's me. Are you busy?" She was silent for a moment. "I really need to see you. I'll explain when I get there. Okay, twenty minutes."

Closing her phone just as the elevator stopped, she ran a hand over her hair in hopes of looking okay as she stepped out into the daylight.

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Okay, this chapter gave me a little trouble, but here it is. I hope that you will continue reading and reviewing. Please don't feel too bad if Molly's storyline doesn't turn out how it sounds. I can't think of any other guy that Molly should be with so it's not a guy that Molly needed to see. Also, the scene with Lulu and Johnny was purely for comic relief. I don't know what I was doing when I wrote that scene, but I just couldn't think if anything to write about. My big problem is that I keep going back and forth between Mattie and Morgan and Georgie. So I'm trying to branch out and think of new ideas for the rest of the characters. If you have any ideas for me, please, please let me know. I really could use them. I have a little plan for Miranda and Spencer that just came to me all of a sudden. I hope that you will like it. Above all, please review and ENJOY!