As promised another chapter..This one is a little different. I figured it was time to give you some backstory on Mia Flynn and Lucky's doomed relationship. I am afraid it's a lot more complicated than a simple affair. Don't worry about Felix we'll get back to him in a little bit. I just wanted to make sure that I can tell the whole story. As always please read and review I own nothing but my OC character and my story. Expect to see more of the other characters on the show to factor in as we get closer to catching Tom Baker. Not to mention, Maxie and The wicked with of the Westbourne and their nefarious schemes which appear to be affecting more than their intended targets. And don't forget Johnny is still watching everyone and Sonny is waiting in the wings. Have no fear we will get back to AJ and Elizabeth shortly in the meantime enjoy the latest installment.

Mia sighed in frustration. It had been weeks since they had narrowed the suspect list down to one; Tom Baker. He had stalked Emily Quartermaine and run a scam for nude photos after he raped Elizabeth Webber in a park fifteen years ago. He was criminally obsessive. He had murdered several women in an obvious attempt to recreate the crime but it was more than that. He was recreating the events with women who resembled Elizabeth Webber today, not fifteen years ago. Mia had created a profile. She had only to finish her thesis to get her doctorate in Criminal Psychology from the Massachusetts School for Professional Psychology. She had been working on it all year using her experience in Donely and Assoc. Investigations as the basis for practical use of Criminal Psychology in the field. She would have finished weeks ago if she hadn't met Lucas Lorenzo Spencer. He had come to her father's office months ago.

Four Months Prior ~

Mia had had a rotten pisser of a day. The client she had gone to meet had been a dick. He had told her father he was looking for his sister. That she had a mental illness. He had even produced paperwork that stated she had borderline personality disorder. He had cried saying he feared she was a danger to herself. So after a brief initial consultation, Sean had sent Mia to get a feel for the case and to get the particulars. It was horrible. "The Dick" as she referred to him in her mind had insisted on meeting at a posh coffee bar in Cambridge. She had to take three trains from their office in South Boston to get there. He had dressed in clothes much too expensive for a junior professor at Boston College. Mia recognized the labels. He had gone on and on about how his "poor sister" was lost. He railed against the Boston Police Department for their lack of assistance and caring in the matter. He had done all of this over a cup of Chamomile tea (his nerves). He had droned on and on all the while staring down the cleavage of her green cashmere sweater. He had even felt her knee "by accident" went he reached down to pick up his napkin. He had taken her by the hand at one emotional point protesting how he didn't know why she would have left the home he had graciously opened up to take her in.

It was while he was weeping openly that Mia opened the file she had compiled in the two days since Sean had given her the assignment. She then began to read off the police report his wife had filed against him before leaving him for spousal and child abuse. She also read the bank statement stating that his wife had taken all of the money out of a trust fund in her name from her parents who had themselves both inherited fortunes of their own. She then pulled out a report of his financial transactions, including several bets made at a local off track betting location, also a report from a source stating he had made several side bets with a local bookie. She had a friend in forensic accounting go over his accounts and found several unauthorized transactions made from his wife's trust fund. She then pulled out another file from the police department listing the outstanding warrants for failure to appear for domestic violence and assault.

He had tried pleading with her at first. Saying it was all a misunderstanding. When that didn't work, he tried seducing her which was laughable. When she still didn't give in to his pleas he tried bargaining. He tried to get her to go along with his plan telling her he would cut her in on the deal and they could run away together. He gave up everything, and the cops at the other end of the microphone she was wearing were getting it all. She told him that she wouldn't be going anywhere with him that he was a disgusting excuse for a man and told him the only place he was going was prison.

He had raged on her, throwing his cup of tea on her and staining her clothes. He had called her every name a woman shouldn't be called and when that didn't get even a flicker of emotion from her, he called her a no good Southie Mick and tried to grab her arm, she lost it. She slipped his hold and then twisted his arm behind his back in a most unnatural position and slammed his face into the table as the detective came in to cuff him and take him away. What he hadn't known was that the dumb Irish investigator he had hired was at one time one of the best spies in the world and could spot him a mile away. Sean had immediately called a friend at the BPD and gotten the full report. The man was looking for his wife to force her to give up the money from her trust funds. She had left him for abuse after finding out he had been stealing money from her trust fund and lavishing it on very young associate professor and to pay for his gambling debts. Sean and the detective at the BPD had agreed that they should send in Mia to disarm the good professor. Knowing his preference for pretty, rich younger women Mia, had worn her most expensive cashmere sweater that was a gift from her mother. It was now permanently stained with blueberry scone and Chamomile Tea. She pulled her forest green pea coat tighter as she got out of the police car in front of the brownstone building that was her Sean's offices. She was still angry over the confrontation.

Mia knew she should have gone home to change. She knew she needed time to vent off some of her anger over the confrontation. She had been in control the entire time while the man had raged insult after insult at her. She knew that once the situation was well in hand and she had time to reflect on the things that were said to her, the anger would set in and her Irish temper would snap at the first person she came across. She should have just gone home first. Instead, she found herself walking up the steps to get into the office building. The door opened and next thing she knew Tiffany's Staffordshire terrier came flying at her knocking her on her ass in front of the office building. She literally saw stars swimming over her eyes as she tried to focus.

"My god, are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" She gritted out between clenched teeth.

"Did you hit your head?" The voice asked. She had yet to see who was speaking to her but she knew they had moved closer. She could feel his hands gently touching around her head. Carefully, slowly she opened her eyes. She saw the most beautiful kind blue eyes she had ever seen. "There you are." He said. "Can you sit up?" He had assisted her to a sitting position when the very reason for her unladylike tumble to the ground ran up and lavished her in the face with kisses.

"Luke! No! Get off of Amelia!"

The mighty Luke was removed from in front of her but Mia's hair had fallen out of its clip and landed over her eyes. She heard Tiffany admonishing the over-affectionate puppy as she struggled to hold on to him. She dropped her head in defeat. This day had gone from bad to worse. She felt a strong hand touching the back of her head. She heard Tiffany saying something about being lucky. Well, Mia didn't feel lucky. She felt like she had fallen on her ass in front of a man with amazing eyes and a gentle nature. She could tell by the way he tenderly held his hand at her cheek and his plummy voice as he said something back to Tiffany. He brushed her wayward curls out of her eyes and looked deep into them as he asked her if she was okay.

Mia had fallen in love with him in that moment. She had been utterly humiliated. Laid low by the over-exuberance of a six month old puppy. She was stained, bruised and utterly embarrassed. Still this man looked at her with compassion. In a second, she saw a lifetime. His eyes told his story. He had been hurt deeply. He held regrets. She saw desperation. For what? She didn't know. She only knew that she wanted nothing more than to see those eyes smile at her. She got her wish a moment later when she asked Tiffany if Luke was okay.

He laughed, "Luke, Tiffany?"

"What? What's wrong with Luke?" She said nuzzling the puppy's neck.

"Dad's going to love it." He said with a laugh, looking back at the woman who was still sitting on the ground looking like she had been run over. She now had a small smile on her face. He reached again for the spot on her head that had hit the pavement as she fell. "You've got quite the bump there. Can you stand up? We'll get you inside and you can rest for a minute I am sure Sean wouldn't mind letting you rest here."

"Amelia, are you okay?" This was from Tiffany. She was a little out there but she loved her dad and she had embraced Mia as if she were her own even though Mia's mom was still very much alive and lived down the street from her own apartment.

"You know her?" He asked.

"Know her? She's my daughter!" Tiffany said.

"What?!" He asked.

"Okay, well, she's Sean's daughter and that makes her my daughter."

"Will you both stop talking as if I am not here" Mia grounded out. Now that Blue-eyes wasn't smiling at her she regained her faculties and a raging headache to go with a healthy dose of embarrassment. "Where's Dad?" She said standing up with some help from the guy at her elbow.

"He's in his office. The captain just called him. They are congratulating each other at the moment. Why don't you let Lucky help you up to his office while I take Luke here down to his appointment with the vet."

Mia nodded and let him take her by the elbow. She heard Tiffany start-up her little car as the door closed. It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the darker interior.

"Your poor thing." She heard Linda cooing at her. "I saw that little monster run right out the door when Mr. Spencer opened it. He must have heard you coming up the walk. You know that little heathen adores you." She was led over to the couch in the waiting area. He helped her sit down. She watched as he carefully put the cold compress Linda had brought over to the back of her head. She winced at the contact with the sensitive back of her head.

"Hi" He said again looking into her eyes. "I'm Lucky Spencer"

"Mia"

"Nice to meet you" he said with a crooked grin she knew could lay waste to any woman.

"I'd like to say the same but at the moment I just can't muster the pride" She said returning his grin. They sat there grinning at each other like idiots.

"Oh my" she heard Linda sigh. Linda was known for being a bit of a romantic. "I'll go let your dad know you are down here." She hustled up the stairs smiling at the two of them as she left.

"Not very subtle is she?" Lucky asked her.

"Never has been. But she means well."

The two looked back at each other and laughed. That was how it began. Sean had come down the stairs to find them chatting like old friends. They had all gone out to dinner to celebrate Lucky being hired as a junior associate. It meant riding a desk for a few months but he was okay with that. He had been running since he left Port Charles before deciding it was time to find a new place to settle down. He had tried to stay in Ireland but that only served to remind him of how he had failed Siobhan. He had read about Sean in a paper a tourist had brought into the pub one night and decided to look up his dad's old friend. Sean had hired him right away. He was headed out to grab some things from his rental car when "Luke" rushed past him at the door knocking the woman to the ground. Lucky immediately checked on her. It was when he moved her hair out of her eyes that he caught his breath for a minute. He hadn't really gotten a good look at her eyes until that point. They were pale, pale green and tinged with the pain of her hitting her head when she fell. There was more there too though. Lucky saw compassion flash in her eyes and something more than that. There was an honesty Lucky thought he would never see again.

After talking to Sean in the lobby for a brief time, Mia went home to change her clothes for dinner and Sean filled him in on the case and a little of Mia's background. How she had gone to college right here at Boston College and then transferred to get her master's degree and eventually her doctorate. He told Lucky about the case that Mia had just wrapped up for the BPD. When Lucky asked why he would send her in without closer back-up, Sean merely laughed and told him he'd find out one day but never to count Mia out. Tiffany pulled up having picked up Mia on her way back to the office and the four went off to dinner at a local restaurant on the pier. According to Tiffany, it was Mia's favorite. As for Mia, Lucky had thought her beautiful earlier when she was covered in tea and scone. Dressed for dinner, Mia looked amazing. She had replaced the jeans with a short black skirt and a pair of tights making her legs look amazing with the knee high boots. He followed the length of her body up, the raspberry colored sweater clung to her curves without being obscenely tight and the short black duster she wore with a striped gray scarf. She looked like a fashion plate. Tiffany had even commented on her outfit. Marveling how Mia could stay so fashionable on the little budget she allowed herself for clothes.

Sean decided to take them all a short trip away to Mia's favorite restaurant, The Sail Loft, on the old fisherman's pier on the wharf. They had a wonderful time. Lucky told Sean about some of his dad's latest exploits. Sean and Tiffany laughed and laughed saying how much they missed their friends in Port Charles and how they were going to have to schedule a visit sometime soon. Mia was relatively quiet throughout the meal. Lucky glanced around and realized why. For a small woman, the girl could eat. She had already eaten a bowl of clam chowder, she had polished off most of the onion rings Sean had ordered, her seafood portofino was a thing of the past and she had started eating the Oreos that seemed to be everywhere in the bar. How did she stay so…not huge?

Mia smiled guiltily when she caught Lucky looking at all the food she had eaten. The bartender had even brought over a bowl of Oreos to her, knowing her preferences. She loved this place and came to it almost daily for lunch. No one else was surprised to see her eat so much. Lucky just looked around a little in amazement and then back up to her eyes. He smiled and she was lost again. She absentmindly dipped her cookie in her milk and ate another one when Lucky began asking her questions about herself. It was all it took for the two of them to begin talking again. Not even Tiffany could get a word in. By the time Sean and Tiffany left, Lucky and Mia had their heads bent together almost touching. Mia had put down the Oreos and was now sipping on a moscato. They said their goodbyes and Sean discretely paid the tab and took Tiffany home. Lucky and Mia hadn't wanted to let the conversation go and wound up walking along the pier. And then back down the pier eventually making their way back to Lucky's rental and driving back to her place. Mia invited Lucky up not wanting the conversation to end. They talked through the night about anything and everything. The two of them wound up falling asleep on her couch still talking to one another. By the time they woke up, Saturday was half gone. Lucky had worked a leg between hers and his thigh was pressed against her intimately. Mia for her part had nuzzled her way into his neck in her sleep. The pair of them had wrapped each other up to tightly it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Mia had pulled a little back until she could look him in the eyes to judge how he felt. They lay like that for a while staring into each others eyes not really knowing what was going on. Knowing that it was going really fast and not caring, Lucky reached up to gently brush against her dark brow tracing a line with his finger and following it with his eyes. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he gently traced the curve of her cheek, the line of her jaw. Her eyes closed when he reached her lower lip she felt his finger moved back and forth over the fullness there, she felt his arousal as it pressed against her hip. He was teasing her. She bit his questing finger and pulled in inexorably into the warm cavern of her mouth soothing the bite with gentle laves of her tongue while gently sucking the tip. She felt rather than heard his breath catch. His leg shifted again and she cried out just a little at the sensation releasing his finger. Now that her mouth was free Lucky swooped in capturing her lips and keeping the hostage for his tender assault. He threaded his fingers through her dark curls and turned her head to get a better angle. He took his time exploring her mouth with his, coaxing her tongue into a duel. He alternated between soft biting kisses to her lower lip and deep drugging kisses that had Mia clawing to get closer to him. After several long minutes of deep kissing Lucky finally pulled away trying like hell to catch his breath. Mia felt like she had run a mile. They separated on the couch knowing they needed a little space. They smiled at each other as Lucky got up saying something about needing a cold shower. Mia stood as well offering to show him around the city. She had a couple days off and would love to show him her Boston.

Lucky agreed and thus began their doomed relationship. They spent their weekends exploring all the hidden places and even the touristy ones in Boston. They walked the red line and took pictures of all the historical sites. They went to Quincy Market where he was treated to another display of her eating prowess.

"How can you stay so small?" he asked her.

"I just do that's all!" She retorted. "It's not polite to comment on how much a lady eats"

"Does that make it okay that you just ate a basket of fish and chips, a cinnamon bun, a bag of peanuts and a giant cookie?"

"I did not eat peanuts!" She said offended. "They were cashews" She said with a sniff and stormed off. He had followed after her and handed her a bag of popcorn and threw his arm around her shoulders and they were laughing again. She took him to the bar the show Cheers was based on. They went on for the first two months like that. Even though he stayed at her place most nights and they had no problems whatsoever making out wherever they happened to be, they had yet to take it to the next level. They had come close but Lucky always pulled back. It wasn't until two months later on Halloween that Mia finally took matters into her own hands. She had accepted an invitation from a friend to go to their Halloween party and Lucky agreed to go with her she didn't mention it was a costume party until she threw his costume at him tossing it out of the room she had locked herself into hours before.

He had railed against the idea of wearing a costume but the guilt that he had been feeling while being with her had made the decision for him. Mia had been open and honest with him from the very beginning and he had been too, with the glaring exception of his relationship with Elizabeth. He couldn't bring himself to tell Mia about it. He knew she was falling in love with him but there was something holding him back. Not wanting to look to deeply at himself afraid of what he might find he put the costume on. It consisted of a pair of silk pajamas, a red satin smoking jacket and slippers. He dressed in a hurry and sat down on the couch to wait.

For Mia it was worth every painstaking second she had worked on getting ready to see the look on his face. She had spent hours curling her hair to tame its wildness. She had practiced getting it all pinned up correctly and adding the headband. The outfit was much more difficult. She was unused to wearing things like her costume. But when she opened the door to her bedroom and saw Lucky's jaw hit the ground, she gave herself a little pat on the back.

The playboy bunny outfit was too much for him. It was a pale mint green and it hugged every curve to the point of just showing the bottom curve of her ass. Her magnificent breasts were smashed together in a way that made it impossible for Lucky to stand up so he sat right wear he was. Looking at her like that made him want to forget all about the party. But he promised. He helped her into her coat while adjusting his to cover his obvious arousal to seeing her in that tiny little outfit. They walked down to her friend's house in South Boston. It seemed to Lucky that in South Boston everything was within walking distance. They were having a good time dancing and flirting with each other. It was when Lucky went to grab them a couple drinks while Mia went outside to cool off that the trouble happened. Three guys who had come with another friend to the party had followed Mia outside. They were hideously drunk and trying to pick up on her. When Mia's gentle let down didn't deter them, she tried to be a little more forceful. She didn't want to hurt them after all, just send them on their way. Drunk men were hard to discourage though and thinking they could handle the small women one of them made the move to grab her.

When drunken idiot #1 grabbed her around the waste and tried to pull her to the shed in the back yard, he didn't have time to realize what was happening. Mia acting on instinct and adrenaline cracked her elbow into his face. She heard the satisfying crunch before she spun around tossing him on the ground in the process. The other drunkards seeing their friend in distress ran in to defend him. Mia neatly sidestepped the first and using his own momentum against him flipped him on his back and knocking the breath out of him before turning and kicked the second in the groin and shoving him over when he bent over instantly nauseous. It was over before it began.

Lucky had just come outside with their drinks when the first guy grabbed her and ran over to help her, quickly realizing with some amount of shock that she didn't need any help. She had taken down three men who easily outweighed her by a hundred pounds each. He stood staring at her in shock, the drinks forgotten in his hands. She stared back at him not even a little out of breath. Her bunny ears had fallen to the ground and her hair had come loose, tumbling about her shoulders. She looked disheveled and beautiful at the same time.

The idiots groaned on the ground one of them calling out that she had broken his nose. She kicked him in the stomach and railed at him to go home and sober up. Lucky didn't realize it at the time but that one defining moment had changed things. He took her by the hand without a word. Then he all but dragged her out of the house as she called a goodbye to her friends. He picked up their coats on the way out the door and didn't stop until they had gotten back to her apartment. Lucky shut the door and pressed Mia back against it leaning into her. He reached down and flipped the locks with one hand while burying his other in her hair. His mouth came down on hers ravenously. Her passion matched his and she immediately began untying the belt of his smoking Jacket. He let go long enough to shed the coat and the pajama top before diving in again. His open mouth blazed a hot trail to her ear and down her neck. Mia's hands were everywhere running up and down his chest and around his waist before moving to his back. Lucky trailed his tongue across her collar-bone and down. He tugged at the material until her ample breast popped free. He dived for her nipple taking it lightly between his teeth and then a little more forcefully. His breath hissed out as Mia's nails scored his back in response. He reached with his other hand and freed her other breast where he toyed with her other nipple before lavishing it with the same treatment.

Mia's little moans in response only served to make him hotter. He pulled her away from the door and spun her around to get at the zipper of her bunny costume. He pressed hot kisses to her nape and shoulders as he eased the zipper down following it with his tongue. When the costume passed her hips and fell to the ground Lucky took her by the hips and spun her around desperate for the taste of her. Mia clutched handfuls of Lucky's hair in her fists as he pleasured her. She cried out her passion as he drove her straight to her first orgasm. The waves had barely ebbed as she sank to her knees in front of him boneless now. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her down he started her up all over again beginning with her mouth and moving steadily back down her body. After he had brought her to the third and fourth climax the tide turned. Energized now, she pushed him to his back and stripped the pajama pants off of him. She found him with her mouth and set about returning the favor.

Lucky's eyes crossed at the first touch of her mouth on him. He couldn't take much more. He already felt his control slipping. When he felt he was on the edge he grabbed Mia and pulled her back up to him and rolled them over. He was looking deep into her eyes when he came into her body. It took a moment for them both to adjust. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into his shoulders. They found a rhythm and when the came together it was a feeling like being in the middle of a firework as it exploded into a million lights. Afterward they lay entwined together holding each other tightly.

That was only the beginning of the new phase in their relationship. Mia thought they were happy. Lucky moved in and the two of them began a real relationship. For two months, Mia was blissfully happy. She didn't see the times when Lucky would gaze out the window looking for something that wasn't there. She never asked what it was that kept him up some nights just staring out of the window. She had seen him pick up his phone several times but he never dialed he just looked at a number before putting it away. After six weeks of what was for Mia the best relationship she had ever had, Lucky started to pull away from her. He became distant and withdrawn. Two weeks later he came home and made love to her with the same passion as their first time. He had held her tightly in his arms all night long until she fell asleep thinking that everything was going to be okay. She woke up to the nightmare of him leaving. He told her he was still in love with someone from his past that he had a family he hadn't seen in over a year. She was shocked and demanded to know if he was married he assured her that he wasn't but then destroyed her world by informing her that he was still in love with his ex-wife, Elizabeth. She had raged on him. Why was he doing this now? Why a week before Christmas? Did he ever even love her? Lucky just looked sad. He told her that he probably could love her, but that he wasn't over his past and he had to go home for a while to see if he could make things right. Mia had thrown him out of her apartment. Lucky had already packed while she was sleeping. He picked up his bag and left Boston. He had a few stops to make before heading back to Port Charles. Mia was left weeping in her bed that still smelled of him. Devastated by Lucky's betrayal she threw herself into work and had almost finished her thesis when her father called two weeks later to send her to Port Charles to assist Commissioner Anna Devane with a case. He told her he was sending an associate to assist her. He didn't tell her it was Lucky. She didn't even know if he knew about their living arrangements. Seeing him in Port Charles had just thrown her for a loop. She struggled at first but the case was too important. Women's lives were at stake. Her relationship with Lucky Spencer had to take back-burner to finding the serial killer.

Mia slammed the file in front of her closed. It had been two days since Baker had gotten away. She and Dante and a slew of other officers had scoured the pier and the surrounding buildings for thirty-six hours but turned up with nothing. She and Dante, since leaving the pier, been holed up in the war room going over every scrap of evidence that might lead to a location. Anna was at the hospital taking statements from everyone she could about the attack on Molly Lansing-Davis. Mia had actually been impressed by AJ Quartermaine. Not many people would have stayed in that icy water as long as he had searching for the girl. From the last phone call they received from Anna, both AJ and Molly were still caught in the rage of a fever brought on by hypothermia. AJ had in fact flat-lined twice; Molly once. She knew Elizabeth hadn't left AJ's side. She admired the woman as much as she didn't want to admit it. She was strong. She was a survivor. But she now understood why Lucky had loved her. She was extremely loyal and caring but it was obvious to anyone that she was devoted to AJ. She could see Lucky was still struggling with that realization. She watched him for a minute he was pacing the floor on the other side of the room. Dante glanced up and caught the wistful expression on her face as she watched Lucky angrily yelling into the phone about searching a building again.

Dante knew something was up between them the first day he had met Mia. He liked her. For one she could eat more food than most of his pals back in Bensonhurst and his mother adored her. The two of them had actually been going out together to The Floating Rib on more than one occasion to blow off some steam. They even dragged Lulu once or twice. Dante glanced over at Lucky and then back to Mia. She caught him looking at her before frowning and getting back to her file. Frowning again after rereading the same paragraph three times Mia threw the file across the room as Anna came in the door. Lucky immediately got off the phone and came over.

"Have we got anything?" He asked.

"No and it doesn't look like we are going to tonight. The three of you have gone at this now for two days straight. I want you all to go home and relax. AJ and Molly are stable at the moment but it doesn't look like they are going to wake up anytime soon. Steve and Patrick assure me that we can interview our surviving witness tomorrow afternoon, the next day at the latest. We can't do any good if we are yelling at people on the phone, throwing files on the floor, or staring off into space." She said the last looking at Dante who guiltily turned red. Go home. Go home and get some rest I don't want to see or hear from any of you before noon tomorrow. Am I making myself clear?"

They all nodded in response and she left as they began gathering their things. Lulu swept in the room after leaving the evidence room to grab Dante to take him home. She offered Lucky a ride as well but he declined saying he wasn't sure if he was headed home or not. He wanted to do some thinking. Mia grabbed her bag with her laptop and some files and headed out the door. She stopped in at Kelly's to go to her room and change. She argued with herself for a while telling herself that she should lay down and go to sleep but she was too keyed up instead she called a cab and headed for the Rib. She walked in the door and asked Mac for a beer before turning around and seeing the very last person she wanted to see at that moment.