Hello my awesome, lovely, and hopefully forgiving readers! I am so so sorry for the unannounced break that I took from writing. Started school again and haven't really had the time to update. Hoping that changes soon as I'm really liking where the story's headed now. Lots of twists and turns ahead and I hope you like the changes I made from the show. I plan to have the next chapter up within the next week or so. Thank you so much to those who reached out and asked when the next update would be. It prompted me to move that much faster. Keep in mind, reviews (both good and bad, i like to get all feedback, it lets me know you're interested enough to leave a comment). Thanks everyone. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! :) :)

-Jess

It was late by the time Morgan made it to the police station.

"I can only guess who you're here to see." Dante greeted him as he watched his brother burst into the room.

Morgan regarded him gruffly. "I heard Ava's alive. I want to talk to her."

"Morgan, man, this probably isn't a good idea." Dante suggested, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe give it a night's rest."

"I have to know that I'm not being lied to. Some woman who identified herself as Denise DeMuccio just told me that she was Ava's twin and that I could find Ava alive here."

Dante nodded. "That's true, Ava is alive. Her twin is Denise DeMuccio, but Morgan, Ava's bad news."

"I just need to see her." Morgan plead.

Dante groaned and ran his hands through his hair. "Fine, you can go talk to her. Don't make me regret this."

Morgan nodded and followed Dante down to the holding cells.

"Morgan," Ava gasped when she saw it was him. "You came. H-how did you know?"

Dante went back up to the bullpen while Morgan stared impassively at his former lover.

"How could you?" He asked, his voice deathly calm.

Ava was surprised. "What do you mean?"

"How could you let us all think you were dead? Kiki grieves for you every day. Did you even stop to think about what you were doing to her?"

"Morgan, I was doing what I had to do to stay alive. If I had come back when I was still hurt, I would have been arrested and sent to Pentonville as soon as possible."

Morgan nodded. "You're right, that's what would have happened. You killed an innocent woman in cold blood. That's where cold-blooded murderers go: prison."

Ava seemed aghast by his frigidness toward her. Her eyes beseeching, she reached a hand out towards him.

Morgan unconsciously backed up. "No, Ava, you knew what would happen when you did what you did. Even if you had been in prison, Kiki wouldn't have to grieve over the mother she supposedly lost. How did you survive?"

Ava sighed. "It's a long story."

Morgan raised his eyebrows. "I've got time."

Over the next hour, Ava told Morgan everything about Dr. Blaine, about her twin, about how she survived, everything.

Morgan shook his head and ran his hands down his face. "Wow, but I don't get it. How can you be so confident that you aren't going to jail?"

Ava smirked. "I have a plan."

"Another prison escape isn't going to work this time, Ava." Morgan warned her.

Ava chuckled and touched Morgan's shoulder through the bars. "I wasn't planning on going to prison at all, actually. My plan doesn't involve any daring escapes.

Morgan's brow furrowed as he speculatively eyed her. He figured it would come out sooner or later. No sense in arguing about it now.

"Does Kiki know you're alive?" Morgan finally ask.

Ava's eyes grew soft at the mention of Kiki. "Yes, she and Michael visited me."

"How did she find out?"

"I went to see Sonny and Carly so that I could visit Avery. Sonny was less than accommodating."

"Of course," Morgan agreed. "Why would they grant you access to Avery?"

Ava eyed him incredulously. "Why? Why? Why would you even ask that question? Avery is MY daughter, not Carly's, mine."

"If you cared about her at all you would leave her be."

"When did you get so cold?" Ava asked, not recognizing this new changed Morgan.

Morgan shook his head. Now was not the time to get into it. "I'm going to go."

"No, please Morgan, stay. I haven't seen you in so long." Ava begged, clutching at the bars between them.

Morgan didn't turn around.

"Why did you come?" Ava asked solemnly.

Morgan stopped and turned around, his blue eyes glistening with tears.

"You want to know why I came to see you." Morgan asked, his voice breaking the slightest bit.

Ava nodded wordlessly, her blue eyes staring into his. "Please tell me."

"I had to make sure it was true." Morgan answered eventually. "Goodbye Ava."

Morgan walked out despite Ava's agonized protests. When he reached the bullpen, Dante pulled him aside.

"You alright? You were down there for a while."

"Clearing the air." Morgan explained gruffly, his grief long forgotten. "Thanks bro."

"Anytime," Dante said back as he watched Morgan walk out the door.

It didn't take him long to drive to the floating rib. As soon as he was inside, he headed straight for the bar.

"Rough night?" Mac asked handing him a glass of scotch.

Morgan nodded and slammed the drink, practically inhaling it.

"I'd slow down if I was you." Mac suggested, bracing his hand against the bar. "You don't want to get wrecked over whatever you're dealing with."

"I can guess who might be causing this," said a heart achingly familiar voice. Morgan turned his head to see Denise settling onto the bar stool next to him.

"What are you doing here?" Morgan asked, gesturing for Mac to pour him another scotch.

Denise regarded him softly and she put a hand over his. Mac tended to the other patrons.

"I heard that this place is a good place to hang out and drink. The metro court bar is classy, I'll give it that, but I'm more of a bar girl. Always have been." Denise said, sipping the margarita she had ordered.

Morgan nodded, his eyes watching the amber liquid as it swirled around in his glass. He ran a hand over the back of his head and sighed.

"Denise, how long have you known Ava?"

"Not long," Denise answered immediately. "I only just met her maybe a couple months ago."

"I'm sure you know her reputation."

"From what I read in the papers."

"I used to love her." Morgan whispered almost to himself. "Why, why did she do this to me, to us?"

"You've lost me." Denise said, her lips puckering as the liquor hit her tongue.

Morgan took a deep breath and actually looked at Denise. "She slept with my dad. Then she got pregnant. I didn't know if the baby was mine or my dad's. Turns out it's my dad's. I'm a big brother again."

Denise suddenly felt sick for what Ava did. How could she betray this sweet man to sleep with his mobster father? She knew she liked Morgan from the minute she laid eyes on him. There was something about him, and now hearing all that her sister had put him through, it was despicable.

"Morgan, I'm so sorry." Denise said, brushing his forearm with her fingertips.

Morgan's eyes became darker as he stared at her. He shook his head as if to dispel a bad thought. "Denise, I can't do this."

"Do what?" Denise asked, moving her hand.

"It's just, you look so much like Ava. Every time I see you, I'm reminded of all the things I felt for her back then, before everything got muddled."

"But what about when you see Ava?" Denise asked, moving her hand back to rest over Morgan's.

"When I see Ava, it's like nothing's changed. She still killed someone. She still slept with my dad. When I look at you, it reminds me of the way Ava and I used to be, when she was on Julian's side, and she wasn't banging my dad."

Denise smiled but it faltered. "Morgan, let's get out of here."

Morgan glanced up at her, surprised.

"You want to…?"

"Yes, I want to." Denise said, grabbing Morgan's hand.

Without thinking about it, Morgan slid a twenty between their two glasses and followed her out the door into the cool august night.

Before Morgan could pull his phone out to call a cab, Denise pulled him into an alley and shoved him up against the wall.
"Whoa, what are you…?"

Denise cut off his thought as she pressed her mouth against his. Morgan responded immediately, his eyes closing as his hands slid around her waist and clutched her against him.

Denise pulled back. "You should probably get calling that cab."

Morgan shook his head to snap himself out of the reverie. He pulled out his phone and called.

Meanwhile, Michael and Kiki were at the court house getting their marriage license.

"Everything seems to be in order. I just need a signature from each of you and it'll be all set." The man said with a smile.

Michael smiled at Kiki and signed his name with a flourish with Kiki quickly doing the same.

"Young love, gotta love it." The man said as Michael and Kiki exited the chambers.

"One more step," Michael whispered to Kiki as they walked out to his car.

Kiki giggled as Michael held the door open for her. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I," Michael answered. "I've actually been meaning to ask you something."

Kiki looked at him questioningly as he navigated the streets of port Charles back to the Quartermaine mansion where the family was waiting with dinner.

"It's about your mom."

Kiki stiffened. "What about her?"

Michael took a deep breath and rubbed his hand through his hair. "She's alive, Kiki, and you also have a new aunt that you didn't know about. I was just wondering how you wanted to handle it. You know she's going to want to be at your wedding."

"She never did get the chance to be at the first one."

Michael chuckled. "That was quite the day wasn't it?"

Kiki giggled. "I wanted to be with you, Michael, believe me. I did. It kills me that you couldn't be my one and only husband."

"I will be," Michael said.

Kiki looked at him questioningly. "Your first marriage was annulled and it was built on lies, no offense."

"None taken," Kiki responded solemnly. "Though, now that you say it that way, it's comforting."

Michael grinned at her as he pulled into the garage. As soon as she was out of the car he pressed her against it and pressed his lips for hers.

It didn't take Kiki long to respond. Her arms wound around his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair as his hands grasped at her waist.

When he pulled back, he gazed lovingly into her eyes. "Enough about the past, it's time we focus on our future. Together."

Kiki grinned shyly and nodded, taking Michael's hand as they walked into the house.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Morgan asked breathlessly, pulling Denise against him, her back against her front.

Denise giggled in spite of herself as her hands reached back to pull his lips to hers. "What do you think, hot stuff?"

Morgan groaned and quickly shed her jacket and blouse, leaving her in her bra and skirt. Denise moaned when his hands rubbed against her breasts through the sheer fabric of the undergarment. She turned around boldly and without a second thought, ripped through the buttons of his shirt and smiled when she heard them scatter across the wooden floor.

Morgan's eyes widened subtly and he yanked down her skirt with as much force as she had used to rip through his shirt.

Denise bent down and undid his belt and threw it across the room and then quickly forced his pants down and cocked an eyebrow at the rock hard bulge in his briefs.

"Impressive,"

"Thanks" Morgan grunted and then moaned as he felt her cup him after his briefs had been discarded.

Denise eyed his erect cock and then without warning, eased her mouth over it, sucking and nipping as she went.

Morgan groaned and involuntarily thrust into her mouth, holding her head softly. Denise pushed his buttocks forward with her hands, getting a better angle until she felt his pubic hairs tickle her nose.

"Jesus Denise." Morgan grunted as she sucked him, her tongue playing patterns across his length. "I'm going to…" Morgan came in a rush, his hot semen shooting down her throat.

To his surprise and immense pleasure, she swallowed every last drop, sucking the tip as she pulled back.

Morgan's head was bent back when she stood up.

She grinned at him. "You liked that?"

Morgan eyed her salaciously. "Oh, Denise, you have no idea." In a flourish, he picked her up into his arms and hauled across the room, dropping her on the bed in front of him.

"Morgan what are you…?"

She trailed off with a moan as Morgan pressed his lips against her inner thigh. He created a trail as he moved closer and closer to the place she wanted him most.

He thrust his tongue deep into her folds eliciting a pleasured cry from Denise as she pressed his head against her, desperate for the contact.

He sucked and nipped at her clit and chuckled lightly to himself when she thrust against him.

With one final, hard suck against her clit, she came, flooding him with her juices.

"You are a delicacy." Morgan murmured to her when he crawled up the bed, holding himself above her, his erection pressed against her thigh.

His lips joined hers feverishly, tasting both of them as their tongues intertwined in a sensual dance. Morgan pulled back long enough to look into her eyes looking for any reluctance.

He didn't find any as he slowly pushed inside of her, allowing her to get used to his cock.

Denise moaned and her head bent back in a wordless cry. Morgan thrust into her again and again, getting faster and harder with each pump.

"Morgan, yes," she cried as he pulled her leg up until his shoulder, allowing him to push even deeper.

"Denise" he whispered reverently, lifting her ass and pumping into her even faster. "Come for me baby."

"Morgan!" she screamed as she came, her back arching. Morgan continued his merciless assault, sweat dripping from his body.

He drove her quickly to a second orgasm before he came himself. He pulled out of her, flopping onto his back next to her.

Denise quickly pushed over to him, resting her head on his curly chest hair, kissing his sternum.

Morgan pressed a kiss against her hair and groaned as he settled into the mattress.

"Just so you know, I don't usually do this." Denise commented eliciting a chuckle from Morgan.

"Really, you had me surprised."

Denise pulled back and slapped his chest playfully. "I meant I don't have one night stands with the first eligible man I meet on a regular basis."

"I'm glad, neither do I."

"I'm serious Morgan."

"So am I." Morgan smiled.

Meanwhile, Franco was visiting Ava in lockup.

"So you got it?" Ava asked, keeping her voice low for fear of hidden microphones.

Franco nodded gruffly. "I do, it's safe in a location I'm not going to tell you. So, how are you going to help me with the whole Nina situation?"

Ava laughed and pressed her hands against her face. "Sit down, Franco, it's going to be awhile."

Franco reluctantly sat down and clasped his hands together in front of him. "What?"

"Nina's mother, Madelyn is out of jail."

"How? And how do you know this?"

"Apparently she was able to get out from under some of the charges under a technicality of course. She's forming a relationship with Nina, trying to make her thing that she's changed. She hasn't."

"What do you mean?"

"She was working with Ric."

"Lansing? He's in lockup, too."

"Well, before he went a-wall and shot up the Metro Court he was meeting up with Madelyn. They were scheming. Ric was going to seduce Nina, get her to marry him so that he could get access to her money. They were going to find a way to make Nina look incompetent so that Nina would have to be committed leaving her husband in charge of her finances."

"How do you know all of this?" Franco asked, practically livid.

"A source of mine let me know that Madelyn was out. I've been keeping tabs on all of those I love and hate here in Port Charles. I found it suspicious so I began following her, in disguise of course."

"Do you have proof?"

Ava nodded. "I do, it's an in an email. I have a copy of all of it of course. I sent it to you before I went to Sonny's because I knew this would happen."

Franco pulled out his phone and opened his emails. He looked through the files and pressed play on one of the audio recordings and it was all the proof he needed. No wonder Nina was so hard pressed on staying away from him. Madelyn had gotten into her head.

"Thank you Ava." Franco said, getting up.

"Hey, hey, what about me?"

"As soon as they figure out that they don't have the evidence against you and you're out, I'll give you the recording to do with as you please."

"Thank you, Franco." She whispered as he walked out.