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The trip from Port Charles had been a smooth one. Didn’t mean she hadn’t found out who the pilot and copilot are and done a little hack to make sure that neither of them had any DUI or substance related issues. Then she’d checked if there were any updates on Macon. The manhunt is in full force and Mac sent an email letting her know Taggart is aware of the problem as are the rest of the PCPD. Lucky finally dragged himself into the office and been filled in on the situation. If Macon showed up in Port Charles he’d find a welcoming committee that would make prison look like a picnic.

“We’ll be landing at Miami-Dade in about 20 minutes. The local time is 6:17pm. The weather is clear and beautiful in the mid eighties. The Captain has requested everyone have their seat belts on in preparation for landing and return their seats and tray tables to their upright positions. Thank you for flying with us and Welcome to Miami.”

The flight attendant’s reminder is a clue to put up the laptop. Georgie packs it up and puts it in with the magazines. The last thing she wants is her laptop on the floor where it could slide all the way to the front of the plane or up in the overhead bin where it could be crushed by somebody’s carry on that should have been checked. She could be sitting in first class. Thing is-- statistically the people up in first class didn’t do well in crashes. The people in the back of the plane did better. So it had been easier to get a seat in the back and an extra one for elbow room. Too many times when she’d been on a plane she’d had a bored citizen next to her looking over her shoulder when she’d been working. In the back of the plane, the attendant’s quickly figured out she could entertain herself and just switched out her water bottles.

One of the attendant says to another while they are doing the last minute check to make sure everything is put up. “I thought we’d be in the air for at least another half hour. Did you see the stack out there?”

The other looks significantly over at Georgie sitting in the corner back of the plane. “I’d say for the same reason we got into the air so quickly up in New York.”

“Really?!” It’s a low hiss, more of a whisper.

“Really.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“Of course. And I don’t care, I’ve got a hot date tonight. I’d like to have time to get home and change.”

“You are so bad.” The other attendant starts up one of the aisles to make sure that everything is up and out of the way while the other starts up the other aisle.

Pete is waiting at the gate for Morgan’s aunt. It had been a relief to get out of the house. He’d never seen Morgan act like this. Course he’d heard the story from Barry about Morgan breaking the hand and jaw of the president of that frat house over that hazing thing. Picked on the wrong freshman that year. Barry had been there. Pete heard about it and even talked to some of the people who’d been there. It was big news on campus the year it happened and in the years since. It had gotten that frat disbanded and put all the others on notice to clean up their crap. Morgan might have gone to jail for a night while everything was straightened out but he hadn’t been the one in jail when the dust settled. Morgan come out golden but there had been a lot of others finishing up their college careers at Podunk U.

He has a picture of Georgie Jones, the aunt. It’s a strange time for her to be visiting but Morgan had actually calmed down when she said she was on her way. The picture was a candid of a pretty blonde in casual clothes laughing at whoever was holding the camera and threatening to throw something. Technically probably old enough to be his mother but hey she’s not and she’s cute. And if she could keep Morgan from peeling the paint from the walls it’s all to the good. Morgan told him that she’d probably be the last one off the plane. Evidently she doesn’t like being rushed. Pete waits as the crowd thins and sees the passenger he’s waiting for in conversation with one of the flight attendants. He overhears the conversation.

“Feel free to fly one of my flights anytime.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Sure. Thanks again.”

Georgie Jones walks over to him before he has a chance to lift the little sign with her name on it. “You’re taller than your picture.”

“You had a picture of me too?”

“Just the thumbnail they had at the Heat website. Hi, I’m Georgie Jones.”

“Pete Harris.” He holds out his hand and isn’t surprised when she hands him her carryon. He strings it up on his shoulder. Having spend 5 years in college playing basketball and the last four traveling for the Heat he knows the drill in airports. He puts a hand to her back and shows her where they’re heading. “So what was the flight attendant thanking you for?”

Georgie looks up over her shoulder. Pete’s got about a foot and a half on her. “I might have reshuffled the deck a little.”

“Excuse me?”

She looks around and makes sure there is nobody close. Doesn’t stop her from keeping her voice low so that Pete has to lean in. “Hacked the FAA and reshuffled the stack so that we were the first to depart and the first to land.”

“You can do that?!”

“I try not to do it to often though. They get so pissed and then I have to do tons of free work for them.”

“You work for the FAA? I thought you were a private detective?”

Georgie nods. “Scorpio Investigations based out of Port Charles, New York. But I normally stick to the white collar stuff– hacking and accounting okay maybe a little industrial espionage– finding not doing. You know consulting work.” She changes the subject. “How is Morgan doing?”

“Well he calmed down a little once he heard you were on your way but the guy is seriously wired. Hope you’re okay with the couch. Lisa was making up the couch in his office for you.”

“I though that his office was off his room?” Georgie frowns.

“Oh that’s been changed into a nursery for the Bun.”

Georgie stops in her tracks. “What did you just say.”

“The Bun, bunny, baby– Morgan and Lisa’s... oh ****. You didn’t know.”

“Lisa Pappas is pregnant with Morgan Benson’s child.”

“Um... yeah.”

“Does Anders know? Of course he doesn’t. If he did he’d already have shown up on Morgan’s doorstep with a gun. Morgan told me he was dating a homegirl; he didn’t tell me she was pregnant. Oh man. Morgan must be insane.”

“Before he knocked her up or now?” Pete’s tone is wry. “I don’t know all the details. Evidently Lisa gave him a lift to some conference after he wrecked his porsche. Three months later, Lisa is showing up and letting him know he’s going to be a Daddy. She had her own place here in Miami, working as a nurse in the local hospital. But this Macon guy must be bad news cause she was at our place with goons a couple of hours before Morgan got back from DC.”

“He’s bad news.” Georgie tells Pete. “He shanked a guy to get out of prison. If Mouse would have known about the problem though Macon wouldn’t have lived long enough to make threats.” Georgie’s voice is grim. “Evidently Lisa and her mother are good at keeping secrets.”

“Okay you’re Morgan’s aunt. How do you know Lisa?”

“I don’t know Lisa.” Georgie sighs. “You ready for the headache? Okay my sister’s husband’s cousin is Chandy Radcliffe of Mayday who is dating Anders Pappas– Lisa’s brother.”

Pete blinks. “You weren’t kidding about the headache.”

“Convoluted I know. My sister is Maxie Radcliffe.”

“The designer?”

“Right. She is married to Kyle Radcliffe.”

“The soccer player. TV broadcaster.”

“Yep. His uncle is Cole Radcliffe who owns a bar in port charles and is married to Skye Quartermaine-Radcliffe who is the owner of the Port Charles Herald– the local newspaper.”

“Her stuff gets picked up on the editorial pages down here.”

“All over really. She’s syndicated. Their daughter is Chandy Radcliffe who has basically been dating Lisa’s brother, oh I don’t know-- for a couple of years at least. They are both based out of Boston now. How in the hell could Anders not know his sister was pregnant?”

“No clue on that one... and she’s about 5 months along now. I’m pretty sure her mom knows though and from what I’ve been hearing Anders is on his way to her house to check on things there. So the cat may be out of the bag soon enough. Lisa says that her mother knows about the baby. This is us.” Pete refers to a car that is parked legally but close to the terminal.

“What a mess.” Georgie mutters as Pete hands her into the front passenger seat. She buckles up.

Pete puts the bag behind the driver’s seat and climbs in. “Morgan said something about you being night blind?”

Georgie nods. “One of the reasons I reshuffled the deck. If I would have been coming in at noon it wouldn’t have been any big deal but arriving after dark could have potentially been a big old can of worms.”

“But you’re only blind at night?”

Georgie nods. “Pretty much. Head injury when I was in college. Screwed up a few plans because of it.”

“Yeah, know how that one goes. Knee injury sophomore year. Still have the height and the touch for the NBA but the knee is shot. So I’m front office now rather than later.”

It’s the right time of year to have daylight long into the evening so there is still good visability when Georgie and Pete arrive back at the house. The gate is closed and before Pete can enter his code, Georgie is out of the car and examining the control panel. She tsks. Then goes around to her seat again and buckles back up.

“What?”

“Go ahead and enter your code.” Georgie’s voice is disgusted.

Pete does and the gates swings open for them. “What?”

“Piece of crap.” Georgie sighs. “This is really why I’m here. Macon will hopefully go to Port Charles but Morgan was ready for an upgrade on his security system and now I know why.”

“You do security systems?”

“Yeah, well when you’re blind ten to fourteen hours a day it cuts down on surprises. Good security and excellent lighting is the way to go– just like you probably wouldn’t buy a house with a ton of stairs.” Georgie bites her tongue until Pete pulls up to the circular drive in front of the house.

Morgan meets Georgie before she is even out of the car, opening the door and giving her a hug. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“You kidding? Uncle Mac put me on the plane figuring I’d be safer here than in Port Chuck.” Georgie returns the hug– strong and genuine– figuring the guy needed it. And there are darn few who Morgan would let this close. “Pete filled me in a bit on the way from the airport.”

Morgan steps back and gives her a blank look.

“Home girl being pregnant?”

Morgan winces. “No real way of popping that into the conversation.”

“Congratulation me; I’m going to be a Daddy? Hey Aunt Georgie-- do you still have cohiba connections?”

Pete has grabbed Georgie’s bag and nears the duo to hear the last. “You’re in Miami now. Everyone has a cohiba connection.” With a head tilt he suggests they go inside.

Morgan strings an arm around his aunt’s shoulder and leads the way into the house. “Pete tell you that we’ve got you set up in my study?”

“Which I’m hoping has a great internet connection so I can get some work done?”

“It’s the best commercial can buy.”

Georgie sighs. “It’ll have to do.” She gives him a squeeze around the waist. “You do look good if a little crazed.”

“I’m better now. Lisa was here when I got in from DC. And nothing ties her to me on paper. Thing is we were planning on going to the doctor’s office tomorrow for an ultrasound.”

“Hopefully he’ll be in custody by then. And it’s a good time to do an upgrade on your security system anyway. You two should do what you have to do.”

“So I can go back to work?” Lisa comes out of the kitchen. “Hi, I’m Lisa Pappas.”

“Georgie Jones. I’m really surprised we haven’t met before this.”

“I’ve only known Morgan for a few months.” Lisa winces at that; it sounded really bad considering her current condition.

“In addition to being Morgan’s aunt. I’m also Maxie Radcliffe’s sister.”

Lisa blinks. “Small world. Chandy’s cousin.”

“Come on let me show you where the study is so you can put your stuff down.” Morgan urges both of the women down the hallway.

Pete goes into the kitchen and grabs a beer. He is shaking his head. What a difference 24 hours makes.

“We having company?” Jack comes in and grabs a beer too. He’d already been told once but he must have been thinking of something else because it hadn’t stuck.

“Yeah. Morgan’s aunt Georgie Jones. I just picked her up at the airport. You know she’s some kind of big time hacker? Said she reshuffled the stack so that they got a priority landing into Miami.”

Jack spews his beer. “Georgie Jones is here?! She’s that Georgie Jones! Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd. She’s here in this house– here.”

“The study.”

Jack sets the beer on the counter and heads back to the study at not quite a run. He takes a deep breath when he’s about two steps from the study door and turns on the charm. “Hello, I understand we have company. I am Jacques Moreau. It’s a pleasure to meet Morgan’s beautiful aunt.”

Georgie half laughs at that. It’s a little over the top. “Hi, Georgie Jones.” She stretches out a hand.

Jack turns her hand a quarter turn and rather than shaking, kisses the back. “Charmed. Oh to have been where this hand has been.”

“Sorry.” Pete says from the doorway. “I told him you were here and what you did on the plane. All of a sudden you became That Georgie Jones. Pete’s a hardware designer you might say he’s wired into the scene.”

“Did you really hack the science ministry of Montenegro to recover weapons plans stolen from Barrett Industries?” Jack gushes.

Georgie’s jaw drops. Nobody is supposed to know about that. Okay her dad at the WSB, Lucky, a handful of people at Barrett and three people at the pentagon. Her voice is grim when she replies. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course. Of course. It is such an honor to meet you.” Jack continues to hold Georgie’s hand in both of his.

Morgan intervenes. “Jack, let go of the nice lady’s hand and take two steps back from the Aunt before I have to hurt you.” Sometimes you just have to be blunt with the guy when he’s on a track.

“Of course. I apologize for my enthusiasm. If there is anything I can do for you while you are here, anything at all, please allow me the pleasure of assisting you.”

Lisa looks over at Pete and mouths the phrase. “What the ****?!”

Pete just shrugs and shakes his head. “Don’t ask me.” He mouths back. He raises his voice to be heard by all. “Georgie wasn’t too impressed with the security system on the way in.”

“Yes, yes. I have been telling Morgan this since I move in. All of his security is so ten years ago. I am sure it was state of the art... once.” Jack agrees with Georgie’s assessment with enthusiasm. “Whatever you want I build for you.”

Pete grabs Jack from the back of his collar. “You know I’m sure the food on the plane was garbage. How about you and me go get something and bring it back.”

“Yes. What would you like?” Jack asks Georgie as he is being pulled from the room step by step.

“Anything you pick for me will be fine.” Georgie sighs. Pete finally gets Jack from the room. “Okay that is not something that happens every day... or ever.”

“Who knew my aunt was a rock star?” Morgan quips.

“Not me.” Georgie takes a seat on the couch that is already made up with bedding for crashing later. “Okay why don’t you two get comfortable and so we can get a timeline of when the **** is going to hit the fan.”

Lisa and Morgan take seat in the comfortable chairs. Lisa nods. “So you think Macon is going to come after me too.”

“Oh I have no idea about that. I was thinking more when Anders finds out he is going to be an uncle and shows up here with crew to turn Morgan into paste. Or when Baby finds out she’s going to be Aunt....”

Lisa interrupts “Excuse me... did you just say Baby was going to be an aunt. Baby, the head of CSMC– that Baby?!” Lisa jumps to her feet and leaves the room.

Georgie looks at Morgan. “Go. We’ll talk in the morning.”