Steph reluctantly left the next morning!

Business in New York had to be resolved before she could make a home for Louise, the baby and herself. Yeah, the baby! The reason they separated in the past was now an integral part of their being together.

Now in New York City, she was preparing to see her old boss so she could finally pull out of the rat race. All that was left was a final debriefing about her assignment in Europe then she would be free.

FREE what a word! Yet, a strange word to use considering she was leaving for another type of attachment. What a wonderful commitment, one she would rejoice in everyday. Every time she thought of Louise in her arms making love her heart was filled with such joy! It was one wonderfully magical night. Louise expressed herself in such a way that Steph had no doubt she was the only one in the equation, the only one!

Well Louise, I never did know what love was until you turned up and hey presto, I am in love! I no longer care what other people say about us or what they say about the baby. He or she is MINE! I will make sure that everyone knows that! You and I together will make it right, because sure as hell I can't make it without you Louise. You are my life!

Steph walked on towards the building that held the last vestiges of her past, with a brighter future beckoning her.

* * *

The meeting went smoothly her superiors relieved to be done with her. Now to Louise, and the life that lay in front of us. All that stands in my way is an elevator, a taxi and a plane. The future is ours my love.

Thoughts of her love danced in her head once again as she recalled the previous evening and the amazing feelings Louise brought out in her…

The dimly lit studio casting shadows over the sleeping form of the naked woman in her arms made Steph smile tenderly. It was not everyday you made love for the first time with the woman of your dreams. Louise being eight months pregnant made it even more special.

What a wonderful, gentle experience. Steph allowed her passion to change from her usual highly charged erotic advances to a tender, slowly enticing encouragement of Louise’s body towards a climax. The pitch of which she never experienced before as her own body, for the first time, succumbed to the thrill of orgasm without her lover touching her. It was an experience like no other filled with immense love and affection. When Louise finally slowed her racing heart and caught her breath her small hands reached out to explore tenderly. Fingertips trailed fire while wet kisses covered every single part of Steph’s lean frame bringing her to a quivering mass that only this small blonde could appease with her touch.

A touch that brought her to unbelievable heights of passion the depths of which she had never known.  It was like all the fireworks on New Years Eve in all the countries of the world going off in front of her eyes at once, simply spectacular! She cried with joy as she watched a tender smile cross her lover's lips. If anyone on earth said it would feel like this she would have chastised the fools, but not now, never ever again!

Stroking a feather light fingertip over the heavily swelling breast of her lover she saw the nipple taunt begging for further ministrations. Steph couldn't help herself as she bent her head slowly and placed moist lips over the hardening tip and sucked it into her hot mouth. The explosion of senses this simple touch evoked in the woman was beyond explanation. A low growl of satisfaction from Louise beneath her ensured Steph that continuation was a mutual desire. The feelings of complete satisfaction from them both lasted long into the early morning. What a night…what a wonderful, loving night.

Just the thought of Louise in her arms took Steph’s breath away.

Walking down the steps of the government building she could now see a future filled with love and wonderful experiences. Smiling broadly at the thought, she headed towards the sidewalk to hail a cab. I'm coming home to you my love.

* * *

Ranch

Louise woke up alone!

Steph promised she would be back later in the day. Louise was aghast that Steph had to leave so soon, especially after the night of love they shared. The depth of their passion for one another not only astounded her but thrilled her as well. It is almost impossible to believe.

Recalling the early morning scene filled with love but marred as her old insecurities surfaced.

"I want to believe you will be back Steph, but we have been here before." The ice blue eyes that held her captive had more than warmth this time they held a love that was burning into her soul.“What if the plane crashes?”

“Don't be silly nothing is going to happen to me! I will always come back to you, promise.”“I can't imagine my life without you in it Steph. Not now.”

"I'm coming back tonight Louise! I will call you if that changes although I don't see that happening. Your love is far too important to me Louise. I want US, I want the baby, please trust me?" Steph pleaded knowing this time it was a forever commitment.

Louise gazed at her lover. She was smiling gently at the core of the only person who would hold her heart. Yes, she trusted her implicitly…nothing would stop Steph from coming back to her this time she just knew it!"

Okay go. Do what you have to do, but we have a wedding on Saturday, don't forget it! I would like you by my side not only for that but for the rest of my life." Louise said leaving little doubt in Steph’s mind that this was heartfelt.

"I'll be back long before the wedding, then maybe we can do something about announcing a permanent situation between us?"  Her thoughts on a particular special gift she had tucked away in the safe at her apartment in Chicago.

"Any time you want permanent lover you have it," thrilled at Steph’s need to allow a public permanency between them.Steph kissed her soundly as she pushed her gently through the door of her bedroom.

"I love you Louise."Louise looked forlornly after her lover as she turned to leave. "I love you too, we will be here for you when you return."Steph, turning gave her the most astonishing smile she had ever seen.

"I'll be back no matter what Louise, count on it!"

Now here she was with the late morning sun streaming through her window wondering what the love of her life was doing at this moment. I have such an odd feeling! Is that you Steph? No, it must be the baby! I hope she doesn't decide to come before Steph gets back. Weird feeling though like something is not quite right! I should ask Fay if this is what labour feels like.

* * *

New York City

Steph took a deep breath as she walked into the light of late morning, it was raining hard but what did she care. All she had to do was hail a cab, find passage on the next flight out to the only place that mattered to her, Louise’s arms. EASY!

Attempting to hail one of the vast numbers of cabs that shot through the street she moved towards the curb. Lost in her thoughts of Louise she was unaware of a scuffle between two men beside her… both trying to hail the same cab. As the cab moved closer the fracas escalated when the man nearest the cab began pushing the other one out of the way. As one man pushed harder on the other he was unable to maintain his balance and collided with Steph. For one surreal moment, Steph saw the bulk of the man cannoning into her as she felt herself falling, in what seemed like slow motion, into the path of the oncoming cab. Louise, I love you!

The cabbie slammed on the brakes but could do nothing to avoid hitting the woman. "Holy Jesus! She just came out of nowhere!" the cab driver exclaimed in shock as he looked around for witnesses. Rushing out to the woman who lay motionless, bleeding from her nose with a large gash on her head, he called for help.

When the accident occurred the two men mysteriously disappeared along with Steph’s pocketbook and briefcase.

"Call the paramedics for God's sake," the man's whole body was shaking as he stared at the woman as her blood mixed with the rain and the pavement. I just know I have killed her.

Two police officers arrived on the scene, and within minutes Steph was being treated by a paramedic team and then rushed to the nearest hospital.

* * *

Twenty-four Hours Later
Ampolisa

Louise was going quietly out of her mind. Steph promised she would if she was going to be late and she hadn't. No planes, trains or busses had crashed in the last twenty-four hours…maybe everything was booked and she drove.

Steph, you promised me…where the hell are you? Louise couldn't handle it if Steph walked out of her life again this time. Not after the magical night of love we shared. Was I a one night stand for old times sake? NO! Absolutely not! Steph would not do that to me, not now! I know she loves me. Where are you?

Paul looked at the pensive still form of the heavily pregnant woman in front of him on the porch. She hadn't spoken to anyone since late afternoon yesterday, not even Kay. God Steph, don't do this to her or to yourself, she deserves better and my friend, so do you!

He approached her with a steaming cup of tea made the English way with milk and a little sugar. He thought it looked disgusting but she seemed to prefer it, must be in the hormones.

"Louise?"

She looked at him and smiled briefly, motioning him to come closer.

"Thought you might like some tea, I've made it the way you like it, or so Mrs. Collins says anyway. Where did you pick up this particular habit?"

Louise looked at him and laughed. "Oh that particular habit, well I had a friend in college who picked up the habit when she visited England. When she had parties she would force everyone to share it just once for the experience. Most didn't like it but I took and instant liking to the taste."

Paul, looking closely at her drawn face held out a hand to her tugging her gently to sit on one of the benches.

"How are you feeling?"

"Oh Paul you know me, I'm fine and the baby here is fine. Looks like the weather its going to be good for the wedding tomorrow."

"Yeah it looks good for the wedding. That's not what I wanted to know and you know that, right?" Paul watched her intently as he saw her flinch away in pain.

"Yes I know. I just want to know that she's okay! Whatever happens in the future I need to know that she's all right in the world somewhere. Right now I can't seem to find the place in my heart where I know that to be true. I've had the strangest feeling that something just isn't right.”

Paul gently pulled her into his arms in a show of comfort and support. "Hey Louise it's okay, I'm going to call some old buddies in New York and get to the bottom of this. Steph has never been one to walk away without just cause, we both know that, certainly not now!"

Louise sighed, tears streaming down her face." She left once before, maybe she can't handle it, all the responsibility and who would blame her."

Paul lifted up her chin and looked into those expressive green eyes.

"NO WAY! Do you hear me? No way would she run out on you now! I know her Louise, that woman can't keep you out of her mind. She's been going crazy ever since she left you before trying to figure out how she could come back to you. There is a reason and I'm going to find out even if I have to go and ask everyone in New York personally. Lets just hope it's a communication problem and she will be here later today."

“I hope so Paul. I can't quite get a handle on what I am feeling. It is so very strange and troubling.”

Louise nestled closer into the arms that held her, crying as she hadn't since Steph had walked out of her life the first time.

* * *

Twenty-four Hours Later
New York Hospital

"So, Doc what can you tell us?" Sergeant Fisher had been given the case when he came on duty that evening.

Doctor Emma Phantos glanced at the police officer, as she spoke in a noncommittal way. " How she wasn't killed outright only God can tell you. She suffered serious injuries to the head along with various contusions over most of her body. We've closed the wound on her forehead and made her as comfortable as possible. We didn't know if she would ever wake up but she started to come around about an hour ago.”

The Sergeant paced around the waiting area, "that means we can question her now about the accident?"

"Yeah, you could try but I'm afraid she appears to be suffering from amnesia, can't even remember her own name, never mind what happened to her."

"Your joking right?"

"I'm afraid not. We found no ID, her clothes are expensive and she wore a watch. Other than that there is nothing to identify her. She certainly isn't the homeless type so you can hope someone misses her and comes to claim her. Looks as though you have yourself a mystery woman Sergeant. "

"No other personal belongings on her? A purse? Anything? The officers that came in with the ambulance gave you nothing? Other than the cabbie there appear to be no witnesses to the accident. Oh shit, just what I need! Do you mind if I see her?"

"Go ahead, she will tire easily. When you're done let the head nurse, Elizabeth Eponin, know you're leaving." She walked away to her next patient and their problems.

The officer went into the room and realized that this was going to be one of those cases that began and ended just here.

Hell, she is a beautiful woman surely someone somewhere wants her back?

He went towards the woman for his interview attempt.

* * *

Wedding Day

Kay was radiant, Dave was nervous!

With the ceremony performed Dave visibly relaxed as he held his bride safely in his arms. Kay continued to glow.

Henry Masterson looked at the happy countenance of his youngest daughter and felt good that he'd seen some sense in the past six months. If Louise hadn't had such tragedy she would not have come here to live with me and show me that love was all we needed to repair the old wounds between us.

Scanning the area for Louise, he noticed her flanked by the Ironside family. He would never have suspected that he would find the friends of his daughter's friend becoming such an integral part of his family. In spite of Ms. Gregarious once again breaking his daughters heart they continued the friendship. For this he was eternally grateful. This is the last time! There is no way that woman will ever set foot within a mile of her again, I will see to it.

Walking towards the family, Henry noticed Grace sitting on her fathers knee, three month old Jonathan held by Louise and Fay looking for something in the numerous bags she carried around. She explained on one occasion that it was because of their son, who either loved to eat or want something to drink, inevitably leading to the change of diaper.

"Hi have you got a seat for a very weary Father of the Bride?"

Louise looked up at her father and gave him a gentle smile.

"Daddy of course we have a seat for you, thought you would be in the study with some of your friends." She replied without censure.

Henry grinned back at her, observing the dark circles that she hadn't been able to disguise easily.

"That's for later my dear. Thought I would spend some time with the rest of my family as the other part is definitely otherwise engaged." looking towards Kay and Dave who were drinking champagne with some friends, chatting and laughing happily.

"Now then Henry anyone would think you're becoming a softy in your old age." Paul chuckled.

Henry chucked the younger man under the chin and ruffled the hair of Grace.

"Come on then young lady, give up Jonathan. I think I need to get in some practice don't you?"

"Sure Daddy go ahead, although you know what he's like with you, he always manages to leave a souvenir behind on your shirt or trousers.

Everyone laughed at Louise’s comments, unfortunately it happened to be true as well.

"Well, I guess I had better get used to it then hadn't I?"

Louise passed the squirming bundle, moving herself into a more comfortable position since today for some reason the baby was making her uncomfortable.

Fay noticing the movement went towards Louise and put a hand on her shoulder and whispered. "You okay?"

Louise looked up into the gentle grey eyes of her friend and nodded her head.

"Kay certainly made a beautiful bride." Paul's comment receiving a murmur of approval from the Masterson's seated close by him.

"Yes, Dave's got a wonderful woman in Kay. She might not be headstrong like another Masterson's I know but she loves him and that has to be enough for anyone."

Her Father's words hit home as Louise was once again reminded of Steph’s apparent disappearance. You promised me this Steph, you promised to be here, you promised permanence, you promised me your love! What did I get, heartache all over again? NO! I won't believe that! Oh Steph, where are you? What has happened to you my love? I need your love.

Grace, looking at the sad expression on her face held out her hand.  "Lou can we go visit with Argo? I bet he wants company and you're sad sitting here?"

As Fay looked down in embarrassment and Paul cleared his throat ready to chastise his daughter, Louise struggled out of her chair and took the hand the little girl offered.

"Yeah you're right, I am sad sitting here. Let's go and see if Argo can tire you out running around the yard."

Louise moved slowly away with the child in tow. The three adults looked on, Henry eventually breaking the silence.

"Paul did you found out what happened toYOUR friend yet?" bitterness apparent in his tone.

"I contacted some friends who knew her and she did arrive in New York as planned, saw the Director of Operations and then simply disappeared. I had my friends contact the police to see if she had been in an accident or killed. They turned up absolutely nothing! She just seems to have gone, as if she never existed. Hell, I don't know…she did work for the government…who knows what might have happened? Henry, I know you don't think much of her, but she doesn't do this! In all the time I've known her she has never gone and not let someone know where she is! As much as you have difficulty accepting it Henry, the bottom line is, she loves your daughter."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Well actually, that's up to you Henry. I was going to ask if Fay and the children could stay here while I go to New York and try to find some answers on my own. The baby is due any day and you may need help with Louise. She is very fragile and with Kay away on her honeymoon…well, it was a thought."

Henry gently rocked the son of his friend, "I would be happy to have them here Paul, you didn't really need to ask. Although I don't want that woman back here, I understand your reasons for going. Go ahead my friend we will all be here when you get back."

Jonathan was swiftly removed from Henry's knee, as a wet patch appeared on the fabric of his trousers.

Paul and Henry burst out laughing as Fay rescued her wriggling son, selecting one of the bags, walking off towards the house chastising her son, even if he didn't understand.

"Come with me Paul, time to drink a few to the happy couple what do you say?" he clasped the younger man's shoulders.

"I'm all for that, sounds like one of the best offers I've had all day." They walked off together in the direction of the open-air bar.

* * *

Saturday Evening
New York Hospital

Elizabeth Eponin had seen some striking women in her time but this one certainly was a remarkable sight, even with a very purple face from the bruising and a jagged scar across her forehead. Guess you're on your own lady because no one has even asked about you. Now that is a damn shame, surely someone must care about you in this world? Sighing she went towards the sleeping woman or it appeared that way as she moved closer.

Unexpectedly ice blue eyes focused on her, taken off guard for only a moment, she smiled down at the injured woman in a friendly way. A look of fear became evident on the woman's face. The doctor told her this could happen, and Emma Phantos was rarely wrong.

The doctor certainly had experience with this type of injury. For nearly five months her son, who had been hit by a car, lay in a coma in the hospital. Nothing kept the woman away from the hospital… her son was here her work was here so she had no other life. The attractive blonde Doctor had moved to the area two years earlier, after what was said to be a very bitter divorce. Elizabeth on occasion wanted to offer to cook a meal for the doctor but lacked the courage. Elizabeth was a lesbian and happy to be so but Emma might not be so enlightened and she didn't want to cause the woman any more problems.

Now for this particular mystery!

"Ah so you are awake, excellent I want to know if you could stomach a bed bath about now?"

As ice blue looked into deep brown eyes the tension seemed to ease at the genuinely friendly look she was receiving.

"I guess that would be okay" The woman responded with a husky voice.

God, if it didn't go against medical ethics I would be having fantasies about that voice. Elizabeth smiled warmly at the woman.

"Right then, lets get this show on the road. By the way I'm Nurse Eponin, Elizabeth to my good patients."

"Am I a good patient?"

"Well that will be up to you won't it?"

Elizabeth grinned as she started the task at hand.

A short time later, Steph asked a question for the first time since regaining consciousness. "What's my name? I appear to have mislaid it in my head at the moment."

Elizabeth looked at her and saw the enquiry in her eyes, slowly shaking her head. "I'm sorry we don't know. You didn't have any ID, and obviously you can't remember yourself. Therefore it's going to have to be whatever you feel comfortable with until you remember."

The dark woman looked around the room and nodded her head. "I feel as if I should be somewhere else and that it's important. Does that make any sense?"

A movement stopped Elizabeth from replying as she saw Doctor Phantos leaning against the door in tight fitting jeans and a T-shirt.

"I'm sorry Doctor I wasn't expecting you."

"That's okay, I was in the vicinity. I thought our patient here could do with a visitor, although it seems she has one in you at the moment."

Emma Phantos was a little disturbed that the dark woman asked that particular question in such a controlled way, without any apparent panic. Most people panicked when they heard that response, she hadn't, in fact she seemed to trust what the nurse said.

"I guess I'll leave you in the Doctor's capable hands then, I will be back later to make sure you're okay."

Elizabeth had never seen Emma Phantos without her usual white coat, this visit seemed somewhat more personal, in a strange way it hurt her, unable to fathom why.

"Nurse Eponin?" Steph shouted in a strong voice.

Eponin spun back into the room facing her patient.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for being honest, you could have left it to the Doctor here. I guess I'm going to be good, Elizabeth."

Not expecting that response Elizabeth backed towards the door forgetting that the doctor was behind her. The Doctor's arms held onto her as she collided into her, the nurse's face full of confusion.

Emma smiled at the blush on the Elizabeth's face, thinking that the woman was very attractive, why hadn't she seen it before?

"Guess you have made another conquest Elizabeth?" Smiling, Emma released her captive as she walked towards her patient.

Elizabeth, feeling the adrenaline flowing fast through her veins, rushed out of the room and down the corridor. Whatever is going on it feels great!

Emma's eyes never left the mystery woman scrutinizing her with professional interest.

"We don't have a name for you of course, which makes things difficult. We can call you Jane, or whatever you want? Do you have a preference because I would like to document something on the record, even if we have to change it later?"

Steph studied her Doctor. Wasn't this a strange scenario, someone asking what she wanted to be called? Someone out there knows my name even if I don't. Why isn't there anyone to tell them? This certainly is an odd situation to be in. There is some place I belong I just know it…but where?

"How about Gena, it seems to be familiar although I can't place it."

Emma glanced at her surprised. Doesn't look like a Gena to me. "Okay Gena it is, no problem with that. Earlier you asked a question, do you want me to answer it, or wait for Elizabeth to answer?"

Gena, smiling replied "If you are as honest as Elizabeth then sure, if not I'll wait."

Emma smiled openly at this woman's seemingly quiet acceptance of her problems she must have a very courageous streak in her make-up.

"I guess I can be as honest as Elizabeth. You asked if it made sense that you felt you had somewhere else to be… that was important. The answer is yes. You obviously were going somewhere when you had the accident, that will always give you a sense of loss until you regain your memory."

"Then I had better get my memory back and soon because sure as hell wherever I was going, is my life! That much I do know.” Gena exclaimed.

Emma hearing the passion resonating in the statement wanted Gena, as she wanted her own son, to recover as quickly as possible.

"Then I guess you won't mind if I help you outside of the hospital if that's what it takes?"

"Why? You don't know me from Adam what can you possibly get from helping me?"

"Why does anything happen in life Gena? You just take whatever chances there are and use them as best you can whatever the circumstances. Then again it will help me with some of my problems if I can succeed with yours." Emma replied in a gently reflective way.

"I guess, I’d better not look a gift horse in the mouth then had I? Only question I have, is where do I go after the hospital?"

Emma was dismayed, it hadn't occurred to her at all that Gena would have no place to go after being released from the hospital. How to answer that one?

A voice tentatively gave the answer both needed. "I've a room at my place, she could use it until she knows where she belongs."

Elizabeth at first hadn't realized the Doctor was still in the room then couldn't help listening to the conversation and then answering the question.

Gena and Emma looked at Elizabeth neither of them realizing at that moment a friendship was being forged in a rather unique way, one that would change all of their lives.

"Guess that answers the question doesn't it? Thanks Elizabeth."

Emma, looking at both women shrugged "Yeah I guess it does, Goodnight Gena, I'll see you tomorrow."

Heading towards the door, she glanced into the brown eyes of the nurse, smiling briefly as she put a hand on her shoulder squeezing it before she left without another word.

"I see you have a name, is it yours or a substitute?"

Gena replied softly. "A sub I'm afraid, it will be better than hey you I guess. By the way thanks for letting me stay with you. I wonder why since you don't know me?"

"Ever get the feeling that something is just meant to be, no matter what you do to avoid it, it's there with you every step of the way? I feel that about you, something about you calls to me in a way I can't explain and maybe never will but I'm prepared to see it to the end."

"Then, Elizabeth Eponin, let's hope that you're right and I get my memory back and it brings happiness back to all of us in some way." Gena retorted as the exertions of the day began taking a toll as she gradually closed her eyes.

"Yeah Gena, you get some sleep. Let's hope tomorrow brings back some of those memories." Elizabeth turned off the light in the room and closed the door as she left.

* * *

Christening

Today was an exciting day for Louise!

Her daughter, now six months old, was being christened. She looked like her mother, a real blessing in disguise considering the circumstances of her conception. The notable difference between the two was the clear blue eyes that reminded Louise of a certain friend.

Our daughter is getting so big Steph. I wish you were here to share this with me. I keep you locked deep down in my heart Steph. I will never forget you or stop believing you will come back to us.

The memories lingered. It was as if she were painting a picture recalling a particular moment with Steph and how precious a memory it now was to her.

Steph gently stroked the blonde hair of the woman in her arms and spoke softly into the ear closest to her lips kissing it as she posed her question. “What are you going to call your baby?”

Louise, basking in the gently soothing motion over her hair was unable to believe that twenty-four hours ago she felt so alone. Now her heart was bursting with happiness.“I was thinking Emily, in memory of my mother, what do you think?

”Steph leaning up on one elbow stared into warm green eyes, which held a lethargic look about them, nothing to do with being sleepy. Steph’s lopsided smile beamed down at her, knowing she was the reason for the glazed expression in the eyes and she guessed probably reflected in her own. “I think it's a wonderful idea but how do you know it's a girl?

”Louise chuckled softly, “darling there is such a thing as a scan and our child is all female I can tell you.”

She saw Steph blink back a tear, as she said  “Our child? I like the sound of that.”

“Yes darling, OUR child. And, now here you are just in time to help change the diapers, what timing huh?” Louise said quietly and watched the smile she loved light up the face again.

They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed a lifetime, as Steph slowly bent towards the inviting lips of the woman she loved, “I promise to be there my love.” Sealing the promise with a kiss that turned their blood on fire with passion.

That promise hadn't been fulfilled! Oh, Steph I do love you so. Please come back to me. I miss you I need you. Where are you my love?

Looking over all the attendees she smiled knowing all these people were here to celebrate her daughter's life.

It was a small gathering, nothing extravagant. Her father was a model grandfather relishing in the moments he was alone with his granddaughter. Her sister, three months pregnant, had the radiant glow of pregnancy. Kay's husband, Dave was such a wonderful man and husband to her sister. Paul Ironside, her dear friend, was there with his wife and their children Grace and Jonathan. Of course Mrs. Collins and Jane, Steph’s gallery assistant, along with some of her father's friends were there too.

Louise strolled over to Kay, smiling at her sister.

"I think you might have been right Kay, mother would have been proud of us."

"I can't think why she wouldn't. Hell Louise you have done a great job on Dad, who would have thought a year ago he would be like this, he's a pussycat. Who has your daughter?"

"Well, she's sleeping in her chair on the porch and Argo is keeping guard so she should be safe with him, he thinks she's wonderful."

"Yeah Argo has only ever let another one near you in all the time you have had him, me included. Oh, I'm sorry Louise I didn't want to..."

"Hey its okay, I know what you mean, he loved Steph, I loved Steph, but time marches on."

Kay looked intently at her sister. "You loved?"

Louise raised her eyebrows and gracefully gave in to the tentative question.

"I still love! But, Paul and I have come to the same conclusion she is either dead or she doesn't ever want to be found. We are just going to have to adjust to that, but it's hard." In all this time I have not been able to shake the feeling that Steph is in trouble…that something just isn't right…that she is lost and alone. Where are you my love? Why can't I find you? You're not dead I would know!

"You will always remember her in your heart and in other ways too." Kay said gently.

"Yeah, I will always remember her!"

Henry Masterson held up his hand and motioned everyone to be quiet.

"Thank you, time to go to the church. We have a christening to attend and I want my first grandchild to be christened on time." He smiled at everyone and let his gaze linger in warm affection on Louise.

Suddenly squaring her shoulders she smiled at her father. "Yeah Dad let's go and have my daughter christened, Emily Stephanie Masterson wants to get her name on the records."

Paul and Fay looked at each other as Louise mentioned the child's name, they were shocked that she would use Stephanie as a name, but happy too. Deep down they had resigned themselves to Steph having come to some grizzly end. Paul had been gutted with her disappearance and had done everything he could to find her. There was just no way she wouldn't contact us unless she was unable to! Sometime soon I will have to pay her lawyer a visit to try clear up her affairs. Hell I just keep putting it off because I'm not ready to admit my best friend will no longer walk through the door.

Henry remained behind to help Louise as everyone strolled out to different vehicles. He watched as Louise gently handled her daughter. It was a sight he had never expected to see. My good fortune was at a great personal cost to Louise. She had kept herself together though with an inner strength and was going back to work at the school next week.

"Louise I just want you to know something."

Louise looked at her father expectantly.

"I want you to know how grateful I am that you gave me a second chance to be a father again and now to be a grandfather. I lost my way when your mother died.  I know what it feels like to keep your heart in isolation for years Louise. Don't do that, please. You love people and life too much, try to find someone else." Henry pleaded the final words.

Louise had Emily in her arms as she slowly made her way to her father, taking him in a hug that encompassed all three of them.

"I think I'm a little like you Dad, she's too difficult to replace, so maybe we will just see how it goes, okay?"

"Okay." He answered with tears in his eyes.

They walked out towards the car, each one thinking of love that had been lost, both unable to prevent it.

* * *

New York Apartment

Gena had been out of the hospital for six months her memory refusing to surface. She took a job after two months at a local bar waiting on customers. Memory or not she would not continue to sponge off Liz indefinitely.

Liz has been so supportive asking for nothing in return. I have a suspicion that the appearance of a certain doctor three times a week has been a bonus for her. At first we were all sort of uneasy with each other but now we have a strong friendship. I wonder if I ever had any other friends? Obviously not since they haven't looked for me in all this time. Still, I feel like something is missing. Strange.

"Hey, Gena are you still here?" I can't get over how neat and tidy everything is all the time. Not at all like what I'm used to.

Gena walked into the room in a pair of white tight fitting jeans and a pale blue short-sleeved T-shirt. Just about every muscle that could possibly be seen without being naked shown on this woman. Even the scar on her forehead she was certainly a beauty.

"So, lover you going to strut your stuff in the bar tonight?" Liz remarked jovially, they had discussed personal preferences the first couple of weeks into the living arrangement. Gena hadn't commented about herself, how could she? She took Liz as a friend whatever her particular preferences in life were. Hell, Liz has taken on more with me hasn't she?

"Yeah thought I would give it another go, you know me?"

"Gena that job sucks it doesn't fit you at all, if ever you get tired of it, I can support us both you know that?"

Since taking the job, Gena was hit on frequently by many of the patrons, both men and women. In the end Liz turned up one night feigning to be her jealous girlfriend and things then settled a little. It had been a standing joke ever since.

"Do you know what you are Elizabeth Eponin?"

"No, what?"

"You are a dear friend that I wouldn't have survived without. Why someone doesn't snap you up I will never know."

Liz blushed at the comments, although she found Gena beautiful, her heart was definitely held elsewhere but to no avail. A certain doctor wouldn't even look at her never mind think about a relationship.

"Oh come on its time for you to work and me to go to bed. Take care out there okay."

"Yeah I will, and you get some sleep. I noticed you have been up when I get home, have you something on your mind that you want to share?"

"Maybe, but it's not time to share it yet, someday when I can understand it myself."

"I'm here whenever it is, maybe two heads can understand it?"

"Yeah perhaps I will one day, now get that pretty butt on it's way before I show you what else I can think of doing to it other than kicking it."

"Oh you and whose army?" was the laughing remark as Gena went out the door.

Liz looked at the closing door. "My friend you have no idea."

She went for a welcome shower chuckling as she did so.

* * *

Lawyers
(six months later)

Andrew Sawyer had been Stephanie Gregarious’ lawyer for nearly ten years. It had taken the christening six months ago to finally convince Paul to accept that Steph had to be declared missing, and that it was time to admit she possibly wouldn't be coming back.

Andrew Sawyer cleared his throat as he faced Paul Ironside.

"Ms. Gregarious made us very aware of her intentions Mr. Ironside, I know you feel she may not be alive but we must do these things legally. Why do you think that Ms. Gregarious may be dead?"

Paul looked at the disinterested face of the man in front of him, hell why did Steph chose such a cold fish to represent her?

"Because she hasn't been in touch with anyone that she loves and knows for over twelve months, and she wouldn't expect anything else from me!" Paul exploded in frustration.

"Mr. Ironside I'm aware of your friendship with Ms. Gregarious and what she meant to you, she often mentioned you when she saw me. To be frank I was surprised that it had taken you this long to contact me." He left the sentiment hanging in the air.

"Why do you say that?" Paul asked astonished at the comment.

"Because, if she was going to be out of town for longer than three months Ms. Gregarious would have been to see me…she hasn't been around for over twelve months. Also, her assistant at the gallery contacted me over five months ago to ask for instructions. Ms. Gregarious was always thorough when she went away she covered all the bases. This time it was strange in that she hadn't contacted me, therefore I waited patiently for you to do so."

"What happens next?" Paul asked, clearly upset by this lawyer and his words, now knowing why Steph had kept him.

"Now Mr. Ironside, we establish if she really is dead, which may take us two years but we will know!"

"That might finalize things on paper, I don't want that, I want to know what happened to her." Paul spoke emotionally.

"Perhaps this will bring out the truth!"

"Well, I hope so Mr. Sawyer because if she's not dead I want to know where she is!"

"Then let the truth be told Mr. Ironside."

"I certainly hope it will be, she's out there somewhere I just know it!" Paul exclaimed.

"I will arrange all the legal documents and the necessary private detective agencies to try and locate her, then we will know for sure. Believe me Mr. Ironside I want her to be alive also. The fact remains that she has not taken any money from any of her accounts in over twelve months. That usually tells it's own story unfortunately." The lawyer then shifted papers on his desk in a dismissive gesture… Paul gladly took the hint.

Walking out in the Chicago early evening twilight, he thought about the good times and the bad times he'd been through with Steph. If she had come to some terrible fate he knew in his heart that she had left more good behind than bad. Louise was, perhaps for his family, the final achievement she accomplished. Although she had never really had the time to taste that particular success for any length of time, her impact gave happiness to many.

I won't give up on you Steph, until I know the truth you can be sure of that and neither is a certain blonde, who will wait for you forever.

He lost himself in thoughts of Steph and the encounter that made them lifelong friends...

Paul waited the required time Pollard asked for then drove the vehicle to the remote cabin in a rather austere but dramatic area about fifty miles outside of town.

He noticed that frigid bitch Gregarious watching him at the gallery. Although she'd given his work the once over she hadn't commented about it as she had with the others. He grudgingly agreed that she knew her stuff and had a keen eye for talent however raw. But she never commented on his work, it both puzzled and annoyed him at a level he couldn't understand.

Now entering the over grown drive of the cabin he skidded to a halt on the greasy, wet surface. Alighting from the vehicle his feet crunched on the gravel surface as he walked towards the cabin door. He knocked on the peeling wooden door hoping he didn't receive any splinters in the hand for his efforts.

The door creaked and a swarthy complexion man of about forty with black beady eyes and a hawk like nose looked him over quizzically. “Yeah?”Paul smiled wryly. He didn't like the looks of this guy and now wished he hadn't become so worked up about Gregarious. Thinking it would rid them of Gregarious he agreed to help Pollard in his scam to rob the gallery of some new paintings making her the scapegoat. Now all he wanted to do was go back to his studio and paint. He knew in his heart this had been a major error of judgement on his part, “Pollard sent me.”

The other man looking him over suspiciously appeared to satisfy with him and opened the door further to allow him to enter. The sight he encountered chilled his blood. Gregarious was slumped in a corner of the room bound hand and foot, a nasty looking gash in her head; the fact that the blood was congealing indicated that she had been here some time.

“Hey, I want nothing to do with violence, Pollard never said you planned to kidnap the woman.” Paul said furiously, desperate to turn tail and flee. Looking over at the unconscious woman on the dusty cabin floor he knew he couldn't leave her to face her fate alone.

The other man smiled evilly and with a wicked smile shrugged his shoulders. “Oh that's okay then because we don't intend to kidnap her just kill her.”

Paul went pale with the chilling words, as he approached the man, “No! That wasn't the deal. She doesn't deserve that, can't you do something else with her?”

The man laughed and shook his head. “I heard you wanted her out of the way, what better solution.” He walked over to the woman who was now moaning obviously coming around.

Paul saw his opportunity and looked about him for something to hit the other man with. His hands retrieved the broom and without hesitation swung at the man's head. The loud crack that pierced the virtually silent room sent a wave of shock into Paul's subconscious. As the man fell Paul rushed over to Gregarious who although was coming round she still hadn't completely found the conscious state. He used his wiry strength to lift her tall frame up off the floor and as quickly as he could he drug her, half supporting her around the shoulders, out of the open door. Pulling her along, he opened the rear door of the vehicle and pushed her unceremoniously inside. Seconds later he reversed the vehicle at breakneck speed back the way he came a short time ago.

Two hours later he was sitting in Pollard’s office with the police and a pale but otherwise healthy Stephanie Gregarious leaning against the wall listening to his version of events.

The officer in charge closed his notebook, glancing towards the tall dark woman in the far corner of the room.“Ms. Gregarious we have all we need, Stanley was arrested at the cabin and I'm sure he will corroborate the story of Mr. Ironside here.”

Steph looked directly at Paul Ironside, her ice blue eyes taking in the man who had effectively saved her life and given enough information to take Pollard and the other people in the ring at the gallery down. “Good, I’ll deal with Mr. Ironside, I believe it comes under my jurisdiction.”

The officer stared at her in surprise. He fully expected her to want him booked at the station with the others. He certainly wasn't going to argue with her, she had powerful contacts.

Ironside was mystified at the officer's deference to the Gregarious woman, why was that? He wondered.“Sure, when you're ready to proceed further let me know and we will take care of it.” The officer tipped his head in her direction and left the room to the two of them.

Paul was expecting Gregarious to say something but she didn't, she appeared to be engrossed in looking at the small print on the wall to her right.

“What happens next?”

“Next?”

“Yes!”

Steph pushed her tall frame away from the wall and walked the few strides to stand over the seated man. “You will probably go to prison, you did after all take part in the operation to rob the gallery, did you not?”

Paul looked up into those often cold blue chips above him and nodded his head. “If that's the case why didn't the police take me away immediately?”

“Because in your case you may have mitigating circumstances and I wanted you to answer one question for me before I decided how mitigating they might be.” Steph replied quietly.Paul couldn't remain in that potent gaze any longer he lowered his eyes. “What's the question?”

Steph moved around the desk in the office and faced Paul Ironside, “why did you put yourself in jeopardy and rescue me from the cabin? We haven't exactly seen eye to eye and you did admit you didn't want me here at the gallery.”

Paul blushed at the comment she was exactly right there. “I couldn't let them kill you, I might not like you but that was too drastic as far as I was concerned.”

“Thanks.” Steph clipped out as Paul looked at her, she was deep in thought. Over the weeks she'd been in the gallery he'd seen her concentrated expression when she was trying to formulate a particularly difficult decision.

“You're welcome.” Paul couldn't help it he grinned, the woman looked uncomfortable with the fact that he had helped her.

“You will of course be arrested with the others, however I will personally see to it that you are given no more than six months for the lapse in judgement. When you get out of prison, call this number and I’ll help you re-establish yourself back on the circuit.” Steph said quietly watching his grin fade replaced by a puzzled frown.

“Why would you bother?” Paul asked equally quietly.

“I owe you a debt, consider it repaid.” Steph moved away from the desk and she held out her hand to Ironside. He looked at the proffered hand long and hard and put his smaller hand in hers as he felt the strength behind it.

Paul's expression was one of sadness as he recalled that first handshake and the friendship it generated. Steph, where are you my friend? I miss you so much. Please find a way to come back to us…your family.

* * *

New York Apartment

Gena had been pacing the room for nearly an hour. Liz should have been home by now! Where in the hell is she? It was Sunday afternoon and they were planning on going to the Paul Ironside Exhibition that had been advertised in the local newspaper. After attending a mini Ironside exhibition recently where several paintings captivated her in a familiar sort of way, Gena found she enjoyed good art.

Now the artist was having a full-blown exhibition, including some earlier paintings owned by a friend and some special paintings from a new artist. She had eagerly purchased tickets when she found out the artist himself was due to appear. Although it wasn't exactly what Liz enjoyed doing in her time off, she did concede after Gena pouted more times than usual.

The door opened, Gena nearly cannoned into her friend. "You're late!"

Liz walked slowly into the room and wearily sat down on the sofa. "Yeah."

Gena looked at her friend and saw the tense face and the weariness in her body.

"What's wrong Liz?"

Liz looked up at the pensive face of her friend, shaking her head in disbelief. "Emma is leaving the city next month."

Gena looked at the dejected figure of her friend and sat down next to her. She watched Liz fall in love with Emma over the past year. I suspect she been in love with her before we became friends.

"She was here yesterday and she never mentioned it?"

Liz looked down at her hands. "I guess she didn't want to share it with her friends.  I found out tonight just as my shift was ending. Seems she has been given an offer to work for a large hospital in the Mid West and she's taken the post."

Gena looked at the crestfallen state of her friend.

"Hey why don't we skip the exhibition, I know you're only going because I wanted you to. How about we go to Harry's and have a few drinks? I can't have too many since I have to work tonight but, I'm prepared to watch a friend get drunk and help her home, what do you say?"

Liz looked up into the ice blue eyes of her best friend. She certainly has proven to be just that over the last year. Having Gena in my life was an excellent decision all round. She has been supportive whatever the circumstances, and now when I'm falling apart here she is again.

"I would rather get drunk than go to an art exhibition, but you really were excited by this one."

"Oh well, he will have another showing I'm sure." Maybe not this year but sometime he will and I will be there then.

Rumour had it that Paul Ironside was rather selective when he actually attended an exhibition. Apparently he was obsessed with finding a friend who had disappeared some time before. He travelled to every major city desperately trying to trace the person, having posters of the friend displayed in each gallery in hopes of someone recognizing the photo. Is someone out there doing the same for me? She sighed resignedly taking Liz by the hand.

"Go change Liz, we will have a good old heart to heart."

Liz looked at her friend and smiled for the first time since hearing the heartbreaking news.

"Do you know how much I love you Gena?"

Gena looked at her and winked "Yeah of course I do, but it's only because I keep the apartment clean."

"Far from it, pity you're not my type."

Gena watched her friend walk towards her bedroom. A certain doctor friend of ours has some explaining to do when she turns up.

Maybe Anne Simpson and her husband will appreciate the tickets. I know Max goes to the gallery often. Yep, that's what I will do, go downstairs right now and give them the tickets.

Making her way downstairs, she again sighed in disappointment at losing the chance of visiting the exhibit and perhaps meeting the artist in person.

* * *

At the Ranch
A week earlier

A year old Emily Stephanie Masterson was crawling towards Argo trying to catch his tail.

Henry Masterson smiled as he watched his granddaughter in wonder. She has become so much a part of my life I wouldn't know what to do if she ever left. Kay is due any day now, but this child is so special, she looks so much like my late wife sometimes it hurts to see her.

Nothing prepared him for the swell of emotion he felt since her birth and if truth was told before that. He wanted nothing more than to see Louise settled and happy. She certainly is a chip off the old block, when she loves it is forever, no one will ever replace the love of her life. Can I blame her? No. I know how she feels. I know Steph was honest about her feelings for Louise but she is everything I don't want for my daughter. I am glad she is gone but it is destroying Louise in the same way my wife's death devastated me. That won't happen to Louise she is far too gentle and good to throw her life away like that. It will be different this time! If Ms. Gregarious is alive she will be brought back kicking and screaming to tell my daughter WHY!

He quickly reached for Emily to stop her pulling Argo’s tail. "Hey, what would your mommy say if she saw this young lady?"

Louise walked into the yard, smiling at the antics of her child and saw her father pensively watching her daughter.

"She would say serves him right for getting in her way, he knows what she's like Daddy." Louise said smiling.

"Well, I guess he does at that."

"Daddy you looked a little lost, is there anything I can do?"

Henry Masterson looked at his daughter, wondering why things had gone so horribly wrong for her? She doesn't deserved it Louise has such a good heart.

"Hell no, I was just thinking about when you and Kay were babies." Unable to voice his current thoughts, he lied well anyway.

Louise glanced towards Argo who was running towards a vehicle heading their way.

Maybe it's Paul, he might have some news. Oh, it is only one of Daddy's friends.

“Come on Emily let's go and leave your Grandfather in peace ” with dog in tow they walked towards the barn to spend some hours painting.

* * *

Maybe A Glimmer

Anne Simpson nudged her husband and whispered to him, "it's her Max, it couldn't be anyone else, all it needed was the scar!"

The portrait by a new artist, Louise Masterson, was of a woman leaning against a doorway nonchalantly, her expression incredibly happy.

Max looked at the painting and then to his wife.

Well, it certainly does look like our friend Gena, but in all the time we have known her she never mentioned being an artist's model. Wait a minute, hadn't she been in some sort of accident that caused her to loose her memory? That would explain it!

"Maybe you're right Anne but what difference does it make?"

Anne clutched his arm "Don't you see Max, maybe it's a link to help Gena remember her past, hell she should have been here!"

Max, looking around the gallery, saw the artist Paul Ironside looking at them in speculation. How odd that he should single us out of the crowd.

Max and Anne moved to another one of the paintings by the new artist, and they saw the same model again at play with a dog, it looked like happy times.

"I wonder who this Louise Masterson is and if she really does know Gena?"

Max looked at the catalogue they purchased for Gena hoping to get the artists autograph for her. Inside were some beautiful photographs of the works, including an incredible landscape, which was one of his original paintings. That particular painting was owned by a friend and reportedly was worth a small fortune.

"Let's go look at this one, you know she's going to ask about it." Max pulled Anne further into the room.

They walked towards the painting and noticed a small blonde woman staring at it, deep in thought. As they edged towards the painting the woman hadn't moved. She just seemed to absorb the scene in front of her as if to etch it into her memory forever.

Someone jostled Anne, and she accidentally toppled into the smaller woman. "Oh I'm so sorry it was an accident, someone pushed me, I'm really sorry." Anne was deeply embarrassed.

Green eyes looked at her from beneath blonde eyelashes and she smiled briefly. "That's okay, no harm done. Things like that happen in the busy galleries."

“We came to see this painting. It is amazing! You seemed as if you were memorizing it, any particular reason? Max couldn't help himself asking her why.

Once again green eyes turned to the couple and a light briefly shone from them.

"It belongs to a friend, a very dear friend, I keep hoping that she will come back one day to claim it."

The answer would appear oblique to most people but for Anne and Max it all added up.

Anne held onto Max's hand as she asked a question herself. "Are you Louise Masterson, who painted those portraits and scenes?"

Max looking at her squeezed her hand in understanding.

"Yes I'm Louise Masterson why do you ask?"

Paul Ironside was watching the exchange between Louise and this young couple from his vantage point across the room. This was the same couple he observed earlier deep in conversation while looking at the portrait of Steph. Something is going on and I want to know what that is! Excusing himself from his guest he walked quickly over to them, picking up their last question.

"Hello, I'm Paul Ironside, thank you for coming to the exhibition." Paul ever the charmer saw the shock on both their faces at his arrival and polite greeting.

Anne blushed, holding out the catalogue. "Would you sign it for a friend, she bought the tickets but something came up and she wasn't able to get here. She gave them to us, we thought maybe if you signed it she would feel better after having missed the exhibit."

Paul laughed in a friendly way and proceeded to sign the proffered document. He then handed it over for Louise to sign.  Louise looked at the couple wondering if they really did want her signature, she didn't need to worry they both smiled in gratitude. Louise signed the document giving it back to them.

"Why did you want to know if I was Louise Masterson?"

Anne and Max looked at each other as Anne turned and made a decision.

"Your portrait of the woman over there, we liked it and it reminded us of someone we know."

Louise and Paul looked at each other. Louise had turned pale with the words Paul however grasped the conversation.

"So, you have a friend that looks like the lady in the portrait do you? What is her name?"

Max joined the conversation then. "She lives above us, she's called Gena works in a local bar."

Louise looked again at Paul when he heard the name and the profession. Obviously this was going to be another wild goose chase.

Anne looked at the distress on the woman's face, and disappointment on the man's. Wondering what the deal could be here and if Gena really was the woman in the portrait, they say you can have doubles perhaps this was the case.

"Is she important to you?"

Louise blinked a tear away. Every time the anticipation gets worse, then the inevitable let down. "Yes, she is very important to me."

Paul hooked his hand onto her arm in a gesture of comfort and support. "It was nice meeting you both." Paul said as he steered Louise away towards the centre of the room.

Anne couldn't help it she quickly moved back in front of them. "Gena had an accident, she doesn't remember who she is. It happened about a year ago."

Louise clutched hard on Paul's arm and he winced with the pain. Please let her be this woman. Oh God, please.

Max was amazed that his wife had given so much information freely. Way to go Anne. More information was needed and maybe because of you the mystery of Gena will be solved.

Paul smiled genuinely at the couple. "How about we go get some refreshments, then you recount more facts to us about your friend?"

Louise was shaking and needed Paul's support.

My God, could it be Steph? Have the fates finally taken pity on us in our search? Dare I hope?

* * *

Harry's Bar

Gena watched her friend get quietly drunk. So far the heart to heart hadn't happened. She wanted desperately for her friend to open up, it wasn't good for her to bottle it all in.

"Liz, once you said to me that when the time was right you would tell me what the problem was, don't you think that time has come?"

Liz looked up at her best friend and smiled rakishly. "How about we dispense with the heart to heart, go home and make love?" The words slurred.

Gena smiled at her friend. Well, that is about the best offer I'm going to get in a long, long time. It's not what you or I want right now. No, you my friend are way in love with a doctor friend who should be on her way now. Emma is already late, probably held up at the hospital. Gena had called Emma earlier to talk about the rumour.

"Come on my friend lets lighten the load shall we? You know I am not your type anyway. I do not have the blonde curly locks, or that slim body you want to die for, isn't that right?" There was more than one way to skin the cat.

Liz looked at her from half closed eyes, grinning directly into the ice blue orbs, which always seemed to be looking down on her. Although since Gena was six feet tall and she only a measly five feet four guess it wasn't surprising.

"Yeah, you're right there my friend, you just don't have the attributes do you?"

A discreet cough followed the remark.

"Is this a private party or can anyone join?" Emma Phantos asked, glancing at Gena with a resigned nod of the head, and then smiling openly at the state of Elizabeth Eponin.

Gena moved over to the bench to allow Emma a seat next to her, opposite Liz.

"Sure, but don't mind my friend will you she's a little inebriated." Steph’s tone playful as her eyes twinkled merrily at both women.

Liz looked across at the intruder and saw the woman of her dreams. Quickly moving her shoulders from the slouched position, to a ramrod style, making the action very comical to the two people opposite her. Finally squeaking out one word, “Emma?"

Emma smiled at the less than sober person opposite her "Yes that's me!"

Liz spluttered, waving her hand at the drink unable to voice what she wanted to say.

Gena took pity on her and went to the bar to ordered Emma a Bud Lite. Wonder if Emma realizes the affection she has for Liz is written all over her face?

Gena thought it best if she start the conversation as the two kept giving each other discreet glances while they remained silent.

"We heard that you were leaving and moving out of State?"

Emma looked slightly taken aback by the forthright way this woman approached questions of a personal nature. "Yes, they have new theories at the hospital, which might help Simon. It was a chance I could not let go I cannot afford to pay for the treatment directly. So, it was move there or we stay in the status quo."

Liz blinked a few times trying but having difficulty understanding what was being said. The only factor she knew was that she didn't want Emma to go.

"I don't want you to leave!"

Emma and Gena looked at the woman in surprise, hadn't she heard what had been said? Even Gena could understand Emma's predicament, without vast funds to pay for the hospital bills, she didn't have any other choice.

"I think you're out of line Liz" Gena said quietly. "I'm sorry Emma, perhaps I should take her home. Her brain obviously isn't working on all cylinders at the moment."

Liz looked confused and unhappy. Emma was simply astonished at the outburst from the usually very quiet woman.

"Why don't you want me to go Liz?"

Liz looked up into the grey eyes she loved since the day Emma Phantos had walked into the hospital three years previously.

"I love you."

Gena couldn't believe her ears, after all this time Liz announced it now? What a woman!

Emma picked up her bottle of Bud and drained it. Glancing briefly at Liz and then apologetically at Gena she left the bar hastily without saying goodnight.

With tears trickling down her cheek Liz mumbled. "I really screwed up this time didn't I, hell what will she think of me?"

Gena looked at the distressed woman and gently pulled her out of her seat.

"Well, you sly dog you! Wonders will never cease, and I thought you didn't have the courage to say it."

Chuckling as she pushed the drunken, distraught woman, towards the bar exit leaving the building.

* * *

Recognition

Louise insisted on being there when Paul said he would go to the bar the Gena woman worked in. It had been too late to go to the woman's apartment and Paul had a gut feeling that this was it! Be there my friend. Please.

"Louise I don't want to put you through this again. We've experienced this on too many occasions and each time you die a little more inside."

"Paul I appreciate your concern but I would die for her whatever the circumstances. Don't you think without her part of me is already dead! Whatever it takes, however many times I have to suffer disappointment it will all be worth it, if one day we find her. Don't you see that?"

He smiled hailing a cab for them. "Lets go hunting for a friend."

Paul looking over Harry's Place thought it was just a regular bar, nothing special. Consisting, he surmised, of mainly regulars and perhaps a few like them who arrived without knowing what to expect.

He walked Louise over to a vacant table and then went over to the bar, his target clearly in sight.

The long conversation with the Simpson's, lead them to believe the chances of Gena recalling them from her past was next to impossible. Louise responded quickly to that comment “if I know Steph is alive it will help me enormously, we can work on the memory.”

Fortunately the other bartender was chatting amiably with another customer as Paul approached his target to place his order.

Gena breezed over to him, giving him a friendly smile.

Paul, convincing himself that it was probably another person who looked like Steph, hadn't really expected the appearance of his friend. He couldn't believe the shock he felt when he saw her, and indeed it was his friend. Leaving him totally off balance, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and thank God she was alive.

"You want to order or are you window shopping?" she asked jovially, her afternoon out with Liz had been enlightening and in some strange way satisfying so she was in a good mood.

Paul looked into the ice blue eyes and tried hard not to cry in relief at the sight of her, he cleared his throat. "Yes...yes sorry I...I..."

A smirk passed over her features, "Well, you either do or you don't, easy choice really."

Paul tried again, and then was relieved of the task by a familiar hand on his arm and the blonde now at his side, answering the question.

"Yes we would both like a beer, thanks."

Louise Masterson had seen the reaction. Although she knew she would find it difficult to see Steph face to face again, it was crucial they didn't screw up here and scare her away.

"Okay coming up." Gena answered cheerfully winking at Paul and his inability to answer himself.

Louise gently led Paul back to the table, settling him on the bench as the drinks appeared on the bar.

She walked over to collect them.

"Is your husband okay?" Gena asked in genuine concern. Noticing the gentle way the pretty blonde had steered the guy to a seat, he did look kinda pale.

Louise smiled directly into the ice blue eyes that at one time held such love, now they merely held curiosity. She felt her heart would shatter, but knew the most important thing now was that they found her. Whatever happened next was for a future journey.

"Yes, he's had a shock today, thank you for asking."

"No problem, if you want another drink wave me over I will bring it to you." Leaving Louise with those words ringing in her ears as she walked towards another customer.

Louise regarded the retreating form longingly. God, how I love you Stephanie Gregarious! No matter what happens next I'm going to try and make you remember ME, remember US!

Louise and Paul spent the rest of the evening talking strategy, and what ifs. Both discreetly observed their friend when they thought she couldn't see them.

"I'm sorry Louise for being a coward earlier."

"Paul, don't! You have loved her far longer than I have, and it gave me the opportunity to speak to her myself. She looks wonderful even with a scar, don't you think?"

"Yes she does, it gives her a pirate look doesn't it? Not that she needed that image. I just hope we can get her back Louise."

"We will get her back Paul! We haven't travelled this far to be let down by the last hurdle. Steph’s MINE and I'm going to get her back!"

Louise walked over to the jukebox, selecting a couple of tracks then went back to Paul who gazed at her puzzled.

"What did you do there?"

"I put on two of her favourite tracks."

Watching the woman openly, for any reaction to her selections. The first "Somebody Out There Loves Me" by a British band called Ricochet. Steph had a particular attachment to British music. The music always made Louise smile since some of the bands were so obscure although she had been won over by some of them in the end.

She saw a brief smile pass across Steph’s face as she looked towards the jukebox, could she remember a splinter of a memory perhaps?

Then the second track played Eternity Recognized sung by Ria Spencer, this time the response from Steph was a wide engaging grin. That's my girl. She's in there I know it! Oh my love, how I have longed to see your beautiful face again. Together we will find your way back!

That seemed to clinch it for Louise, Steph was definitely alive and well but a little lost. Her mind drifting to a memory of the brief time spent living with Steph.

“Louise please let me educate you in varieties of music other than country and western.” Steph had grinned at her friend rummaging in one of her unpacked boxes holding her CD collection.They had been living together for four weeks, and the injuries Louise received were becoming little more than an irritation. Except for the odd nightmare and the fact she was loath to travel into town or even outside of the house!

“Steph I love country music, just because you don't happen to appreciate it!” Louise laughed as she watched indulgently as her tall friend rifled through one of the boxes, giving a triumphant shout as she found what she was looking for.

“Here it is your first initiation into decent music!” Steph laughed, as she saw Louise scowl at the reference.

“What or should I say who is it?” Louise asked as her eyes followed the back of her friend as she went over to the CD player. The soft strains of music filled the room immediately.

“Ricochet, you'll love it Louise I promise.” Steph walked back, smirked as she noticed the green eyes following her every move. “Want to move over on the couch Louise and I’ll show you another reason why you will enjoy it.” Steph smiled engagingly at her friend.

“Sure, sounds interesting.” Settling into the couch she gazed at the small blonde and wrapped both hands around her waist, pulling her onto her lap. Swinging her long legs up onto the couch, as she put her chin on top of the blonde head, relaxing as she enjoyed the music and the feel of Louise in her arms.

Several tracks later Steph nuzzled Louise’s ear and spoke softly into it. “This is my favourite track, Somebody Out There Loves Me what do you think so far?”

Louise had to admit it was Steph’s arms around her rather than the music, which she allowed to just wash over her. However, she was willing to listen to anything this woman had to offer, if it was also accompanied by the presence of strong arms around her.

“Steph, anytime you want to educate me to your brand of music, please I'm more than willing.” Louise smiled as she turned her face towards the dark haired woman's profile.

Both looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with unspoken emotion. “For that you get a reward.”

Steph placed her lips on Louise’s for a brief but satisfying kiss, as they settled down to listen to the rest of the CD.

Time is all we need to bring you back Steph and we have all the time in the world now!

* * *

Acknowledgement

Gena woke up to a knocking at the door. Who the hell wants anything at this time of the morning its seven thirty? Sounds like Liz is going to get it I might as sleep a little longer.

Elizabeth looked at herself as she passed the mirror. I look like the pits! Walking unsteadily towards the door, she peered through the peephole to see who wanted them at this hour. What she saw surprised her. There was an elegantly casually dressed man at the door, at his side, an attractive and equally casual but tastefully dressed, small blonde.

Opening the door warily she asked. “Who are you and why are you knocking on my door at this ungodly hour of the morning?”

Paul Ironside looked at the rather ragged looking young woman with a faint smile as he answered. "We would like to talk to Gena. Is that possible?"

Exactly who are these people? Is someone trying to play a trick on me or has Gena been holding out about new friends she's met recently?

Paul, who knew most everyone in big cities were suspicious of strangers, realized he forgot to introduce himself and Louise.

"My name is Paul Ironside, my friend here is Louise Masterson."

Liz looked at the couple. They appear rather pensive standing at my door, probably wondering if I will close it in their faces. I wonder what they want with my friend, they certainly don't look like her type?

"What do you want her for?"

"We understand she was in an accident a year ago and does not remember who she is. I think we may have some information that might help establish her identity." Louise answered quickly.

Liz looked at the serious faces in front of her and heard the sincere tone in the woman's voice as she motioned them to come inside. "Anything and I mean anything that helps my friend discover who she is, will always be welcomed in my home."

“I'm Elizabeth Eponin by the way, Liz for short. Let me go see if she's available, she did work last night."

Leaving them in the comfortable but small lounge, as she went in search of her friend. I'm not sure how Steph will react to this intrusion but this is the first time anyone has even mentioned they might know who she is. Hell, if this leads to her identity it will be worth her anger! Still I wonder if this is a big mistake…they might look and sound genuine but what if they have an ulterior motive. Damn I’d better get Gena and stick close by her just in case that happens!

Walking into the bedroom she noticed that although her eyes were closed Gena wasn't asleep. "Okay Gena wake up, YOU have visitors!"

"What are you talking about it's too early for visitors," groaned Gena from under the covers she was slipping over her head.

"Well, they seem keen on seeing you. They say they have information about who you are. Interested?"

Gena was shocked at the comment. After all this time, someone actually thinks they know me? Here I was feeling lost and alone in a world where no one cared enough to find me and now maybe someone does care.  This I have to see!

"Yes. Okay. It's the first time someone has actually been by to ask. Please tell them I'll be there shortly." Gena’s reply clipped and remarkably businesslike.

Liz left the room and went back to the visitors, who were still standing where she left them, it made her chuckle silently.

"She'll be right out, take a seat."

Liz regarded the new comers with a degree of trepidation. What if suddenly Gena remembered who she is, and she walks off into the sunset with them? I would be lost without Gena, especially after screwing up my friendship with Emma last night. God, it could end up a living nightmare!

Gena certainly is taking her time. Without thinking about the visitors Liz shouted just as Gena left her room. "Come on lover you have visitors."

Louise visibly shook at that comment and Paul grasped her hand in comfort.

Gena walked into the room and regarded the visitors for a few seconds silently. I've seen them before…they are the couple from the bar last night. He's the one that had the big shock…was I the shock?  Raising an expressive eyebrow at them, she gave a brief smile to Liz.

"Well, this is a surprise! Mind telling me who you are, evidently you failed to mention any connection last night?" It is one thing for people to turn up out of the blue and claim a connection, quite another to spy on me, what am I a circus attraction?

Paul stood up immediately and extended his hand. She still has that imposing aura about her when something doesn't gel with her. Inside that settled his nerves for he knew this was his friend! “I'm Paul Ironside, this is Louise Masterson."

He pointed to Louise who just looked pale sitting in the easy chair by the TV.

Gena stared at him, blinking twice as she exclaimed. "Paul Ironside the artist?"

"Yes, the artist" grinning at her rapt attention. "Guess you've heard of me?"

"Liz, Liz this is the guy whose paintings we were going to see yesterday. Now this is way cool. So you think you know me?" Gena’s interest renewed now that she was in the same room as a famous person.

Paul laughed at the awe he heard in his friend's voice, one day soon he hoped he could tease her about that, but not now.

Liz turned and looked at the couple. "Are you two guys married?"

Gena turned to them and her friend at the question as she had a vague interest in the outcome but didn't quite know why. Something in her gut reacted to the question as she turned to look into the sad green eyes of the small blonde woman seated opposite her.

"No, Paul and I are good friends, he lives in Chicago with his wife and family " speaking directly to Liz.

Liz followed the woman's eyes as she spoke they travelled wistfully to Gena, whose face was averted unable to see the possessive expression cross the blonde's face. She evidentially wants something more from Gena and it isn't just friendship, there is something in her eyes that says that loud and clear. Not a chance until I know what the score is lady! No way will you mess with my friend!

Liz glanced at Gena who visibly relaxed at the admission from the blonde woman. Is it my imagination or has Gena finally shown some display of emotion. We may be on to something here.

"I'll make coffee. I need to shower and change for work anyway while you guys talk."

Smiling at Gena, squeezing her shoulder as she left the three together.

Louise Masterson saw the familiar way that Elizabeth Eponin touched Steph. It was virtually impossible to keep up this emotional wall she had built, to stop herself from going over to and putting her arms around her. Explaining how much she loved her, and wanted her back in her life. However it wasn't the time or the place, and now it looked like Steph had found a replacement for her anyway.

"I believe you have information that might help me with the memory loss? Well, you have a captive audience let's hear it. A word of warning though, I haven't remembered anything about my past since the accident and I have had extensive therapy, so give it your best shot." Gena advised them in a quietly unconcerned voice.

Paul Ironside knew he had to do this little by little to ensure the information given became credible. Whatever happened he didn't want to alienate the woman in front of him, in any way or they could lose her for good.

"Okay, here's my best shot. Your real name is Stephanie Gregarious and you're thirty-four years of age. You own an art gallery, you are single and you have moved around from country to country in the last ten years or so. At one time you worked for the government but we will get back to that later. Currently you have an apartment in Chicago, and one in Ampolisa, where your gallery is. You left to attend to unfinished business in New York twelve months ago, then disappeared."

"Twelve months, two weeks, two days and ten hours." A small voice whispered.

Gena looked at the woman, giving her a warm grin. "Looks like someone is keeping track of time here."

Louise blushed at the statement, realizing that she had said the words aloud.

Paul cleared his throat and continued.

"We checked numerous records for information and couldn't find any reference to you by name or description of a deceased person. We had posters sent out to the local police and other similar organizations. We have had a detective agency working on the case for over eleven months and they hadn't to date found any trace of you. To put it in a nutshell you simply vanished. Had it not been for a twist of fate that the young Simpson couple actually made comments about Louise’s painting, we wouldn't be here now. Thankfully they did, we needed to know for certain if it was you, which is why we went to the bar last night. I'm sorry if it looks suspicious and on reflection I can see how it would, you have to understand we have been given false information on numerous occasions."

Liz walked back into the room with coffee as he finished speaking.

"I need a shower as time marches on, something tells me my day can only get worse I hope you have better luck Gena."

Gena grinned at her friend, winking at the secret message that her friend would be available if she needed her.

"So, you think I might be this woman you described? How do you know I'm not just a look alike?"

Louise Masterson moved from her seat and swiftly walked over to the window, looking out onto the street below.

"You were wearing a dark grey suit, white silk blouse with black shoes, when you left my home that morning. What clothes did you find yourself with when you were released from the hospital?"

Gena scrutinized the woman's back, startled at her words. I haven't worn those clothes since I arrived here. They are hanging in my closet exactly as she described!

"I left your home? Why was I leaving your home?" For the first time she started thinking this actually might be genuine. Maybe they did know me in the past. Maybe my lonely search for who I am is over at last.

Louise continued to stare out the window as she answered. "We had a dinner party at my father's home, you were...are a good friend. You had recently arrived after a five month trip abroad." Do you know me at all my love can you see the love I have for you? How I long to hold you.

"I see. That makes sense I guess. We must have been reasonably close friends, and you?"

Paul smiled warmly at her "You are my best friend, you were the best lady at my wedding to Fay my wife. Godmother of my daughter Grace, she's five and you had met my baby son Jonathan for the first time before you disappeared."

"If this is all true what happens next? I obviously can't remember you or any of this. I obviously had a different life to the one I'm living now. Can you show me pictures and other stuff to convince me? What about a lawyer? If I have business interests I must have a lawyer and they usually don't lie to help validate what you are saying?" Gena was confused, struggling to come to terms with these strangers who professed to know her and know her well!

"Yes, you have a lawyer in Chicago. He will want to see you, preferably as soon as possible as he was working on having you presumed dead. I think we need to stop that now don't you?" Paul replied amiably.

Liz walked into the room in her uniform. "I have to go, you going to be okay?"

“You're a nurse how wonderful for Ste… Gena to help in her recovery.”

“Not hard when the patient is so easy to care for.”

“Excuse me. Let me walk with you to the door Liz.”

Louise watched the exchange in envious fascination.

Putting an arm around her shoulders Gena whispered into her ear. "I might have to go to Chicago myself, with all this shit that's coming my way. What about you taking time out and coming with me? I think I need a familiar friend in my corner."

Liz smiled briefly at her and gently placed a quick friendly kiss on her lips.

"For you lover anything!"

Liz went down the corridor toward the elevator as Gena shouted. "Emma isn't going to be mad you know."

Liz shook her head as the doors closed behind her.

Gena turned back to the others in the room and noticed Paul had a comforting arm around the blonde woman.

"Is there a problem?" asking anxiously as she stepped back into the room. I don't know why but she is obviously distressed and for some reason it is making me feel really uneasy…wish I could figure that one out…I don't even know her…or do I?

"No not at all, it's the relief at having found you after such a long time. Louise is upset but the happy kind if you know what I mean. When can you make arrangements to travel to Chicago?

"I have to find out when Liz can travel with me. Although I can't see a problem in sometime next week, can I contact you in a couple of days to arrange the exact day? I need to see my doctor she's going to want to speak to you I guess. How long are you in New York for?"

Gena knew she was rushing along with her sentences but her thoughts were chaotic they kept crashing into each other, like a whirlwind inside her head.

"I will stay in New York until you can travel. I think if we see each other everyday then maybe we can get to know each other a little better. Unfortunately Louise must return home tomorrow, she doesn't like leaving her daughter for lengthy periods of time." Paul Ironside replied quietly.

"Sounds like a good idea to me, tomorrow can we make it a little later I work nights you know?"

Gena grinned at him. I am warming to him already. This Louise Masterson is another story. She has an effect on me that I can almost touch but I can't hold.  If she has a child is she married? Guess I will know or did know her husband or partner. Something doesn't quite fit in this equation, I'm sure they will get around to telling me everything eventually, at least I hope they will.

"You don't have to work you know, trust me you have resources.”

“The person you think I am has resources. Let's see if it is me first.”

“If you would allow me access to your doctor's number, I will call her and arrange an appointment to see her with Louise later today and see you tomorrow maybe. You chose the time and place."

Even if she doesn't know who she is she still has all her admirable traits and that is one of them… proof positive about a situation. You're in there Steph I know it! Now all we need to do is find out how to bring you back to us. There has to be a way!

"Sure, Emma, my doctor, will finally have this mystery solved. I know it's been bugging her for a year."

As they drank their coffee Steph called Emma to arrange the meeting. They would all get together later in the evening as it would fit the doctor's busy schedule the best. The bar seemed to be the logical location as Steph was scheduled to work that shift.

Louise listened intently to the words spoken by Paul and Steph’s responses. It simply must work out. My future depends on it. Bottom line, I am nothing without Steph in my life!

* * *

Apology

Doctor Emma Phantos could not believe what she heard, was it true that they really had come across the identity of Gena? Hell she hoped so for it would be the final problem left unsolved in this city before she moved on. Well, all problems but one. I am going to hunt that particular person down at lunchtime and see what I can do to make things better. This news has really made my day! I think I will share it with Simon before morning rounds.

Liz looked and felt pretty rough when she arrived at work and the stress of the shift hadn't helped the situation either. After the multiple traffic accidents, a drug user who wanted to attack everyone in sight, going to lunch was a welcome break.

Sitting in a far corner, away from the normal traffic and holding her aching head she wondered about Gena and her new identity. What the hell am I going to do now that Gena has been given the key to a new life? Will I fit in or will she forget me once she moves on? What will I do without her in my life? Damn my head hurts serves me right for not knowing when to stop. OW!

Lost in her thoughts as she pushed her salad around the plate, she failed to notice a certain doctor until she heard the scrape of a chair on the floor next to her.

Looking up she stared into the grey eyes of the one person who she seriously had lost her heart too. Now, it was just an embarrassing nightmare after her drunken confession last evening.

"You obviously don't recommend the salad?"

As no immediate reply was forthcoming she continued.

"I had a call today. Seems that our mutual friend Gena is no longer a lost soul, she does have a past. What do you think of that?" she looked at the woman who continued to push the food around on her plate refusing to make eye contact.

"Okay, I can go if you want to be alone?" Emma finally sighed heavily, glancing at the bent head of her friend with a weary shake of her own head.

This shook Liz out of her reverie. "I'm sorry Emma, I have a headache. Too much booze last evening, and yeah I'm glad for our mutual friend."

Emma smiled holding out a hand that revealed two pills in the palm. "Go on take them, its just Ibuprofen. I had a feeling you might need them today."

Sheepishly Liz took them out of her hand, swallowing them gratefully with fruit juice to help them along.

"Guess I was a little out of order yesterday, sorry." Liz looked at the smile of her friend and noticed that it got wider as she apologized.

Emma reached across the table and touched her hand. "Did you mean what you said?" grey eyes held brown in a concentrated stare.

Liz did not know what to say. Here I am in the corner of the hospital cafeteria with the one woman who holds my heart asking if I meant the words ‘I love you.’ What in hell am I suppose to do now? I was drunk what better excuse…amnesia!

"I...I don't know what you mean?"

Emma laughing softly at the comment "Oh come on Liz you can surely do better than that. However, to help you out here, I have a meeting tonight at Harry's with Gena’s new buddies. How about you come too and we can discuss this later?"

Elizabeth Eponin turned several shades pinker nodding her head. So much for amnesia! I don't think she bought that one.

Emma's beeper went of at that moment. "No rest for the wicked they say. Shall I pick you up at say eight tonight? We can have a meal before we go to the bar. Something tells me I will not have time to eat today and by the looks of your rather interesting dissection of your meal, neither will you. See you later." Her words floated in the air as she left.

Liz looked at the retreating back of the doctor her mind filled with a fabulous thought. Have I just been asked on a date? Yes, I do believe so! Shaking her head in wonder perhaps today wasn't going to be so bad after all?

* * *

Liz’s Apartment
Early Evening

Liz unlocked the door and walked into