Author's Note: WARNING! This chapter contains content that may not be suitable for young children. Well…when is any soap opera suitable for young children? But you get the point. Enjoy!

Rachel Jax replaced the phone and sat back in her chair. A glance at the clock told her that it was only twenty minutes after ten and she was already overly productive. She had just completed a phone call with Kendall Hart herself. She was now a partner with Fusion.

And she was ecstatic. But she was smart and professional enough to keep a cool outward appearance.

Rachel turned around and picked up the deed to the warehouse she was planning on purchasing. It was on the waterfront and would serve her well for holding her products. And at least it wasn't near any of the mob's warehouses. She needed to get down there and meet with the realtor. She wanted the deal to be finalized and finished soon.

She grabbed her coat and purse and dialed the realtor's phone number on her cell. Within minutes, she ensured a meeting down on the peers. With a last glance at her office, she hurried out of the door toward her car.

Fifteen minutes later, she was parking her car in the lot that was just adjacent to the warehouse. As there was no other car, she knew that her realtor wasn't there yet. But that was okay, she'd take a little look around herself.

Rounding the corner, Rachel pulled her coat closer. It was unseasonably chilly—even for December in Upstate New York. She walked up to the door of the first warehouse, aware that it was the one she'd been looking at. Standing in front of it for a moment, she envisioned the elegant sign announcing that his dilapidated warehouse was the home of Lady's Court.

She couldn't help but smile at the thought of her dream finally coming true.

But, first things first. She had a lot of work to do. Rachel sighed and trudged up the steps and around the building. When she did, she saw a man standing on the other side of the pier.

"What are you doing?" she asked sharply.

The man whirled around and a hand snaked toward his pocket, which held a gun, Rachel realized in horror. "Who are you?"

"I asked you first," she said, barely stopping her voice from squeaking.

The man chuckled and for the first time, Rachel heard the slight accent. "That you did. I'm sorry miss. I didn't mean to startle you. I simply wasn't expecting anyone to be here."

"You still didn't tell me your name," Rachel replied, coolly. She tried to keep her voice even.

"Pardon me, Bella. My name is Mikhail. Mikhail Davidov," he answered smoothly. "And now you must tell me yours."

Rachel willed herself to remain steady. He didn't look as though he'd hurt her, but she'd heard stories from her brother and knew that the mob was a sticky business. And because he was down on the docks looking as though he owned the place, she could only assume that he was part of the mob.

"My name is Rachel."

He smiled now. "A beautiful name. Now Rachel, what is a beautiful woman like you doing down on the docks?"

This comment got her back up. She stood up a little straighter. "I am a business woman and I am looking at buying this warehouse," she said primly.

He laughed, a sound that made her grow warm inside. "I see. Well, I will get out of your way. I am also working down here, but you mustn't concern yourself with my work. See you around Bella." He walked down the ramp and disappeared around the corner.

Rachel sighed out of worry. Even as she made her way back toward the door to wait for the realtor, she was second-guessing her decision to purchase property on the waterfront.

But then she stopped herself. Why was she second-guessing herself? Of course the mob was a threat, but there wasn't much left after the death of Sonny Corinthos, her mother's first husband and the father of her elder brother. So why was she worrying?

Could it be because of the man she'd just met? No, she told herself. She would not be that much of her mother's daughter. She would not be involved with a potential mobster.

Even if he was the most gorgeous man she'd ever laid eyes on.

GH*GH*GH*GH*GH

Miranda Montgomery parked her car in front of the big brick building embellished with the bright white sign that read The Miranda Montgomery House for Women. Started by her mother Bianca thirty-two years earlier, the foundation was one of the most successful non-profits on the Eastern seaboard.

And for the last eight years, it had been her baby.

Despite her love of the foundation and the service it provided, Miranda hated that it took her away from Spencer. But, she knew her responsibilities and while she loved Spencer Cassadine more than anything, she had a job to do in Pine Valley.

She hurried past the gently falling snow and into the building. A blast of warm air greeted her and she was grateful that her fingers began to thaw. A quick jog down the hallway led her to her office, in which she planned to closet herself until the staff and board meeting later that morning.

After stowing her coat and bag in the tiny closet, she booted up her laptop, preparing to answer the multitude of emails that had accumulated in her two week absence. But even though it was mindless work, she was distracted.

She'd never planned on falling in love. In her experience and observation, love didn't work. She'd seen too many relationships fail for ridiculous reasons and she didn't intend for it to happen to her.

But then she'd met Spencer Cassadine.

At first, she'd avoided him because she didn't want to seem interested. But then when he'd cornered her in France and demanded that she got out to dinner with him, she'd fallen head over heels in love. But of course, she wouldn't admit it.

Then he'd convinced her to go back with him to Port Charles and when she'd seen how he was in his own home, she'd had nothing else to do but to admit her love. And it was been bliss from there.

Of course, in the last four years, she'd only realize the depth of her love for Spencer. The only problem was that their lives were so separate and it was so difficult to find a way to put them together.

She sighed when she realize that she was typing gibberish in a very important email. She needed to block out Spencer for the moment and focus on the foundation…before the board ousted her for not paying attention.

Just as she was about to click send, a knock on the door removed her concentration from the computer. "Come in."

The door opened and Bianca Montgomery popped her head in. "Hey, welcome back!"

Miranda smiled slightly, drew back from her desk and ran into her mother's arms. "Hi Mom. I missed you. How was France?"

"Good, good. How was Port Charles? And Spencer?" Bianca asked with a raised eyebrow. She held her daughter at arm's length and looked into her eyes. "Miranda?"

She shrugged and attempted to evade the question. "He's fine." Then she smiled. "Did you hear how much money we raised?"

Bianca grinned. "I did and I am so proud of you. You did so well, both you and Spencer. But you still didn't answer my question. How are you and Spencer? Am I going to hear wedding bells soon?"

Miranda's eyes widened. "Mother!" She pulled away and walked to her desk.

Bianca grinned even wider. "Miranda, I haven't seen you in three months and when I ask you what is going on between you and the love of your life and you evade me." She kicked the door shut and walked over to the chair that sat on opposite of the desk.

"Yes, well, we are not getting married—yet. But I hope that it will happen soon," Miranda answered quickly. She handed her mother a stack of paperwork. "Here are the receipts from the benefit. We were great! The foundation got quite a bit of money."

Bianca nodded. "I'm so proud of you. You are so good for this foundation." She reached for her daughter's hands. "Miranda, this foundation was begun because of what happened to me. It was a horrific act that I would never wish on anyone. But it gave me the most beautiful gift and I wouldn't change it for a minute. And when you came on board here, I was so happy. You have accomplished so much in the last eight years."

Miranda closed her eyes and wiped a tear away. "Mom."

Bianca shook her head. "Let me finish. Miranda, I am so glad that you are my daughter and that you are working so hard at my foundation. But I want you to have a life. I want you to find love. And you've found it, so be careful and don't throw it away. Please, don't ignore Spencer for too long. He's good for you. And you're good for him. I know that you love working here, but when you have the chance at happiness, run to it." Tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"Oh, Mom. I love you and I promise that I will take a chance," Miranda replied, jumping up to hug her mother.

Bianca hugged her tightly. "I love you." Then she smiled and pulled back so she could look into Miranda's eyes. "Look at us, a couple of saps. Fix your makeup and we'll go down to the café for a cup of coffee. I know that you have a lot of work, but I haven't seen you in three weeks. I want to know what happened in that time. And I'll tell you about France."

Miranda smiled and reached for her coat. She powdered her nose and looped an arm through her mother's. Together, they walked out of the office and toward the elevator.

Miranda vowed to herself that she would take a chance on love. She knew that her mother was right. If she waited too long, Spencer may not be there for her.

And that was not a risk she was willing to take.

GH*GH*GH*GH*GH

Georgie Jones crept down the stairs of her sister's home. It was after nine in the morning, so she hoped that everyone was gone for the day. Because she didn't really want to talk to anyone right now.

When she saw that the kitchen was empty and the rest of the house silent, she wen to the sink and poured herself a cup of coffee. As she took a sip, her gaze fell to a piece of notebook paper on the counter. It was a note from Maxie.

Georgie, I had to be at work early today. Spinelli's at PCPD if you need anything. Call me if you want. You have the house all to yourself. Again, feel free to make use of the car. It's yours until Fiona gets her license (which, if her father has anything to do about it, would be never). Anyway, have a good day. XOXOXO Maxie.

Georgie replaced the paper and grinned to herself. Maxie and Spinelli were such good parents. Their girls were happy, well-adjusted and kind. Just the way her own daughter had been once upon a time.

No. She wasn't going to think about that. She wasn't going to bring herself down. Not after all she'd been through. She more than anyone else understood that life was short and it wasn't worth taking it for granted.

She set the cup in the sink. She needed to get a grip on her life. She needed to set a few things straight. Even if it wasn't all the same, she wanted to try and get some piece of her life as it had been when she'd been young. And she knew just where to start.

She turned and hurried upstairs. Going through the motions, she quickly showered and dressed. Within a half hour, she was walking out of the house, car keys in hand. Fifteen minutes later, she was knocking on the door of the Quartermaine Mansion.

The door opened and Dillon stood in front of her questioningly. "Georgie?"

She closed her eyes momentarily, willing herself to stand strong. "Hi Dillon, can I come in? I would like to talk to you."

"Why?"

"Because we were close once upon a time."

"But why now? Why stir up old memories?"

She threw up her hands and felt the tears threaten to fall. "Because that's all I've been doing in the last two week. So, please, can I come in? There's something important that I'd like to tell you."

He sighed and stepped aside. She walked into the foyer and slipping her coat off her arms, draped it over a chair. Dillon walked into the living room without a word. She followed, wondering if this had been a bad idea.

Taking a seat in his grandfather's armchair, he said nothing. She sat across from him on the couch. She knew that she had to start.

"Dillon, I know that you hate me for leaving you, but—"

He shook his head, cutting her off. "Georgie, I don't hate you. I never did. I just was surprised and angry that you never told me the truth."

"You have to know that I didn't have a choice. Once I made the decision to be an agent, there was no turning back. And I did wonder if I'd made the wrong choice. For months after, I missed my family, my home, the life I could have had. But I knew that I made a commitment and in time, I grew to love my job. But that doesn't mean that I didn't still regret my decision," Georgie said, willing the tears back.

"I'm sorry for acting this way." He stood up, walked to the window. Turning back to her, "Because the truth is, I still love you. I always loved you. It's part of the reason my marriage didn't work out. Both of us loved someone else—mine was just a ghost."

"Oh Dillon, I will never be able to express how much I regret hurting you. I hurt everyone, my sister, my cousin, my uncle. But most of all, I hurt you. And for that, I am so, so sorry." Her breath hitched and she took a chance. "Is there a way that we could get past this?"

His eyes closed briefly and she felt her chance begin to slip away. He walked closer to her and knelt down in front of her chair. "Yes, we can get past this. But first, can I just do this. I've imagined it for years." He leaned in, pulled her closer and crushed his lips to hers. It was tender, but then something changed and Georgie knew for certain that there wasn't any place she'd rather be at that moment.

She put her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, taking them to unknown territory. "Please, Dillon," she breathed. She knew that he felt the change also.

He pulled away ever so briefly and she worried that the change was a bad thing. But he only tilted her face to his and spoke quickly. "Be sure."

She could only nod and felt his hands move down her body, pulling at the buttons of her shirt. She chuckled softly at his hurriedness and brushed his hands away, making quick work of the buttons. "I like this shirt; I don't want you to ruin it."

His lips curved into a smile as he slipped the shirt off her arms and tossed it aside. Next, he peeled off her bra and took her into his hands. She breathed deeply as she fumbled with the belt of his slacks, finally getting it free and unzipping them.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. It occurred to her then, as they were so close to that cliff, that only once had they ever had something so special. And back then, they'd been children, fumbling for the right moves. Now, they were mature and both knew what they and, oddly enough, the other wanted.

They moved in sync, pulling and tugging off the remainder of their clothing, until they were together as one. It was a feeling she'd never before felt and that made it so wonderful. As that cliff dawned, they fell together, both grateful for what fate had allowed them.

Okay, so there was a little smut at the end. But I like the idea of Georgie and Dillon coming together as different from when they began. They've loved and lost, matured and changed. But that idea of young love is still there, considering neither fell out of love with the other. What do you think? I want a happy ending for this couple, especially. Please review.