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Lincoln Genovese

I will be like my father and protect everyone I love.

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a character in “In Mafia Vita”, as played by miz_reichul

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Lincoln Genovese

Crime Boss' Son

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Full Name:| Lincoln Genovese
Nicknames:| Linc
Age:| 20
Gender:| Male
Orientation:| Heterosexual
Originally From:| Lenox Hill Hospital
Currently Living:| Upper East Side
Occupation:| Helping out his father and learning the ropes of the business until her mother put a stop to it. So for now a Student majoring in Banking and Finance, attending in Cornell university.

Likes:| Linc likes food, he would go out of his way to search where the best dishes are served. He also likes music from the ‘50s, ‘60s and ‘70s, he finds it more soothing and relaxing rather than today’s mainstream music. Linc likes driving, controlling the machine and whizzing past sceneries. He has tried skiing and mountain biking. He is not an andrenaline junkie though, he’s just well rounded in sports. He likes boxing. His father even hired an ex-olympian to be his trainer. Overall, he likes to keep himself in shape without going to the gym.

He’s surrounded with guns all his life, so it’s but natural for him to like firearms. Linc used to clean his father’s gun when he was younger. Lately, he’s fascinated by blades of all shape and sizes. He wants to be proficient in all weapons available to him.

Linc likes pretty women and their charms, he rarely goes out without a date. Like any hot blooded young man, Linc enjoys having sex and lots of it. FC: Camilla Belle piques his interest and he will have her soon. Though he prefers good ‘ol fashion vanilla sex, he’s not one to turn down a threesome. He enjoys female attention and use it to his advantage.

He likes sharing meals with his family and connecting with them. He will never be too old to eat his mother’s home cooked food. He cannot survive without audiobooks, it has helped him a lot especially with his studies.

Dislikes:| His uncle FC: Jeremy Renner. He hates him for siding with his mother about his involvement with the family business. He hates failing and since he’s not so good with academics because of his dyslexia this frustrates him to no end. He hates wearing suits and tuxedos but given his lifestyle and family background, it’s a necessary evil. Linc loathes people who cannot keep their promise. And if you do, you better not show your face around Linc because heads will roll. He dislikes wearing eyeglasses. His vision is not so poor but he has progressive astigmatism and the eye doctor advised him to wear eye glasses. Something he ignores.

Above all, Linc hates abusive parents and people who bully the weak. He’d make sure they pay for their crimes one way or another.

Fears:| His greatest fear is getting dumb, when letters and numbers don’t make sense anymore. He also fears losing a limb or any of his senses. He’d rather die than be an invalid.

Secrets:| Linc was diagnosed with dyslexia when he was 6 years old only his parents know. Shae got pregnant and terminated the pregnancy when she was 15 years old. Only him and his father know.

Hobbies:| Linc likes to hunt and dine in places that serve good food, it doesn’t matter if its in a posh restaurant or on the side of the road. He’s not really picky as long as the food tastes good. He likes to collect watches and firearms.

Talents:| He’s co-captain of the fencing team at Cornell University, something he’s proud of. He got in because of pure talent and several months of rigorous training. He’s good at carpentry and building scale models. He made a chair for his younger brother and an armoire for his mother.

Deficits:| He has poor taste in clothes, the worst dressed among the Genoveses. For the life of him, he just can’t seem to dress himself properly. It didn’t bother him so long as he’s comfortable. Until he showed up to his first date wearing an ill-fitting dinner jacket and a hoodie underneath. His date paled at the sight of him, faked a headache and went home. Leaving young Linc’s alone and heartbroken. He concluded that clothes indeed make the man. Since then, he lets his mother or his sister dress him up. They even made this book with pictures of what goes with what.

Weapons:| Linc has a SIG sauer in the glove compartment of his car and an H & K secretly strapped on his back at all times.
Personality:| Linc is stubborn and determined. Once he wrapped his head around something, he’d do it. Linc is very competitive and since he is dyslexic, it’s very frustrating for him to be just mediocre in academics. He studied for 6 months, working with tutors before taking the admissions test at Cornell University. A man of few words, Linc would like to assess the situation first before taking the proper course of action. Linc likes to think that he is level headed which might come off to others as cold. Linc is humble and modest. He’d like to keep a low profile as much as possible. He prefers the sidelines than in the limelight.

He’s closer to his father and he emulates him. He rarely gets angry, it’s as if he has an endless supply of patience. He’d just smile and carry on. He’d never instigate fights or bully people. If you attack him he’d probably let it go, but if you hurt any member of his family physically or emotionally, he’d retaliate in kind.

After having a few failed relationships, Linc quickly became jaded. He’s not looking for a long term relationship right now. Linc believes that women are interchangeable. He lets the women know what they’re getting themselves into from the start. Despite that, he indulges his girlfriends. Showering them with flowers and gifts, taking them to places. He’s the perfect boyfriend. He says goodbye when a girl asks for more than what he can give (i.e. Marriage or exclusivity). He can be charming and thoughtful when he sets his mind to it. Of course he wants to get married someday. If and when he settles down, he wants to have the kind of marriage his parents have. It’s a tall order but he will not settle for anything less.

Linc is hard working and diligent. He works harder than anyone else and does not tolerate slackers. If you’re going to be within his circle you better pull your own weight. He is loyal to his family and loves them to distraction. He’s especially protective of his sister and mother. He’d do anything for them, from the trivial to the more serious.

He’d taken an interest in politics when his father was berating his associate for giving exorbitant amounts to the District Attorney. He figured if they have someone on the other side, then they’d be saving on “miscellaneous expenses”.

History:| Linc is the eldest son of Jonathon and Victoria Genovese.
Living off on Yale campus was a bit rough for the young family. Between the conflict on his parent’s schedule and being responsible for a toddler, his parents did everything they could to make things work. He felt so loved and cherished.

When he was four, his father bought him a big book of alphabets. Young Linc was happy and went to his mother to show it to her.
His mother taught him the letters and the words. Dumbfounded, Linc cannot seem to differentiate “b” from “d”. Linc was scared for the first time. It didn’t stop there, Linc had difficulty in spelling. At five, he still cannot tell time or tie his shoelaces. Linc invented colourful excuses to hide his disability. Until, one of his teachers spoke to his mother and voiced out her observations. At age six, Linc was diagnosed with dyslexia. Things got better after that, his parents explained his condition to him. He was glad for the first time in a longtime, fully understanding what is going on with him. His parents got him the best tutors and he flourished and conquered his condition.

At age seven, Linc, Shae and Dylan was kidnapped. Everything was a blur of activity, it didn’t help that one of his captors slapped him hard when he tried to free himself. When he came to, he was in a strange house. They bound his wrists and ankles, his sister and brother sobbing next to him. Young Linc then knew, he had to protect his siblings. He calmed his siblings by saying that his father will come for them soon.

And that he did. Like an avenging angel, he kicked the door open and punched the guy guarding them. He freed their bonds with a knife and hugged them for a minute. Two of his men took Dylan and Shae and his father carried him out of the house. “Everything will be alright Linc. You’re safe now.” His father murmured. Linc cried out and his vision became fuzzy, someone wiped his tears. When his vision cleared he took in his sorroundings and realized they were inside an Escalade. His father kissed his forehead and whispered “I love you son. I’ll be right back.” With that, went back inside the house. He almost felt sorry for the kidnappers.

After that, Linc grew closer to his father. In his eyes, his father was a hero. His father can make things right and protect them. He is loyal and acts with integrity. He’s a difficult task master and sometimes gets frustrated over something or someone. Linc would barge in his office and his father would dismiss his associates to spend time with him. His father never beat him. When he’s with Jonathon, he feels safe. He and his father had a serious talk. Jonathon disclosed everything to Linc. Linc’s young mind was made up, he will be like his father when he grows up.

Linc was 9 years old, when a bullet grazed his left bicep that landed him in the hospital. A business deal had gone sour and Linc was caught in the crossfire and took a hit in his left bicep. He survive with no permanent damage but his mother went ballistic. She disapproves his involvement in the family business and his uncle sided with her and that was the final nail to his coffin. Victoria forbade him to be with his father when he’s doing business.

At age 13, Jonathon trained him secretly. He taught Linc how to fire a gun and firearms safety. He trained Linc on hand to hand combat and sparred with him. Something they do until the present when their schedules permit it. Linc exceeded his father’s expectations. He was a crackshot and a natural ambidextrous shooter. Linc knew his newly acquired skills will be useful in the future.

Linc almost had a heart attack when young Shae told him she was pregnant. He was speechless while he hugged her and kissed her hair. Linc urged Shae to tell their father her condition. Its the right thing to do. As expected Jonathon was shocked and like him, unable to speak. After finding his voice, Jonathon promised to support her no matter what the decision. Shae decided to terminate the pregnancy. Linc happen to disagree, exhaled harshly and rationalized. In the end, he respected his sister’s decision.

After finishing high school, Linc talked to Victoria about him getting back into the family business. His mother wanted him to complete his higher education. When he reasoned that he can do both, his mother was livid. It was an awful, ugly affair. For the first time, he had a fight with his mother. All he wanted was to be like his father but his mother was adamant he goes to college. He felt rebellious and angry. He turned off his phone and spent two weeks away from the Genovese mansion. After thinking things through, Linc grudgingly agreed and studied for Cornell university’s admission tests.

Living on his own, Linc never felt so independent. Like any other freshman, he’d party with his friends until dawn. Go out on dates and show up for class. He’ll never forget the first time he saw FC: Camilla Belle. She was laughing and the sound cut through him. She had the most beautiful smile. Linc would very much like to get to know her. She was in some of his classes and it would be easy to ask her out. Unfortunately, it was examinations week so he needed to study first. However, FC: Camilla Belle was not far from his thoughts. Imagine his disbelief when he saw her at the MET gala his family sponsored. He spotted her almost instantly and she came with an associate of his father. Mr. Jones was reputed to hire a call girl as his date every time he attends an event. He vowed to speak with FC: Camilla Belle and find out if she’s a prostitute or not.


Miscellaneous:| Linc has an impressive and expensive watch collection. The only piece of jewellery he will ever wear. He drives an Aston Martin DB9 to school and around town. He also owns a Lamborghini Reventon Roadster, one he use for special occasions or if he wants to turn heads.

So begins...

Lincoln Genovese's Story

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Adrianna Scott Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Jess Garcia Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Mick Carter Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Rebecca Vendetti Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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Genovese Mansion
Victoria felt her anger surging. She hummed with frustration, her fingers clenching the edge of the kitchen counter top until her knuckles turned white. Clenching her teeth, she exhaled through her teeth and looked at the floor before glancing up at the cater waiter who had dropped a platter of sparkling champagne in taking a corner too sharply. The crystal flutes had shattered, covering a large expanse of the slate floor. On top of that, Victoria was in the middle of the mess and bits of glass now graced her feet, cutting her nylons and sticking to her gown. She had come in to check on their progress and she had been showered in both the glasses and their contents. “I’m so, so...so sorry Mrs. Genovese…” the waiter apologized frantically. Victoria heard the fear dripping from her words. When she looked up at the girl she recognized that she was no older than her own daughter, though terrible cowed and far less stubborn. The girl gasped when Victoria leveled a gaze with her, flicking a hand out and sending a splash of champagne off of her fingertips and to the floor. “I’m fine,” she forced herself to say. If she didn't the poor girl might panic more and do something worse. The waiter looked about ready to burst into tears. Two thousand dollars worth of crystal now littered the floor and the champagne itself was soaking further into her evening gown. The emerald silk was ruined and still dripping. As she stepped forward slowly the glass crunched audibly beneath her Louboutin heels. Each step earned a wince from her staff. Once she was out of the initial pile of champagne flutes, Victoria hiked her dress up into her hands, rubbing the silk with her thumb only to earn herself a cut from a stray shard of crystal.

“Clean this up,” Victoria ordered. She turned to face her staff who merely looked back at her stunned. Their eyes glanced over her and they all remained still, looking at her with mixed expressions of surprise, fear and horror. “Now!” she barked, her voice cutting. A gasp followed and the hum of activity returned to them all. She sighed as she walked out of the kitchen, hearing the loud sniping of her head chef as he re-asserted control. Victoria frowned, closing her eyes as she proceeded to the main staircase, thankful that guests would not be arriving for another half hour. That said, some of their companions liked to arrive earlier, curious if there was ever disarray. She could not let them see any of this.

As she hurried herself up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder at the main entrance of their Manhattan townhouse, the sweeping steps polished to perfection. Two butlers stood at attention by the main doors to receive guests, while security remained outside the doors on the steps with the valet. Months ago, it would have only been one individual assigned to watch the entry of people into the mansion, the main gates and their security enough to prevent people from pulling stunts. For the evening, Jonathon had requested extra. His business associates would be meeting with him that evening and with everyone there on top of family friends it was sure to be a full house of interesting people. She hoped the additional security was enough.

Shaking her head, she ushered herself up to her bedroom, passing by the doors of her children’s rooms. She lingered, feeling herself soften as she neared Charlee’s door. Victoria paused and tried to listen. In hearing nothing she moved by, knowing that she had told them all to be back at the mansion on time and that it was possible that her daughter had gone to the salon to get herself prepared for the gala. As she continued on, she passed by her eldest son’s door. Lincoln had had class. It was a Monday after all. His semester had just started. Hopefully the accountant had paid his tuition. The thought made her add another note to her long mental list of things to check up on. Continuing on her way she passed Dylan’s door, evident given that it was the most papered over with signs and stickers. She knocked, trying to open it only to find it locked - as was usual.

“Half an hour sweet,” Victoria reminded him, disappointed that she couldn't actually tell him in person. “And you know how we feel about you locking your door.”

With that she moved beyond her children’s rooms, only pausing as she passed the last door on her left. Pushing it open, she could almost see Kole at his desk, hunched over some textbook and fighting himself to pay attention. It wasn’t hard to remember him looking up at her, smiling and sighing. Though he had been adopted into the family, she felt like she had lost a child when he had moved out. When Lincoln had moved into Cornell student residence it hadn’t quite been the same. He was still home on weekends, and evenings more often than not. With Kole gone, Victoria could go weeks without seeing him. Jonathon and Nate still had close contact but he felt remarkably absent from her. She would have to speak to him later about that, about coming to dinner more often or...something. Jonathon had assured her he was coming. Kole had cancelled a lot lately – something about his position becoming more tenuous. She had always thought it was a bad idea for him to go into the police academy. Maybe she should try to talk to him about that too? But that seemed difficult. She would be expected downstairs shortly and the business side of the evening would command her attention before the art auction would start – the front for their evening. Then there was the speech and a talk by Kole and then Nathaniel. Then the two leading men had a meeting with some movie star who had somehow weaseled her way into the event. Then there was dinner and ultimately no time alone with any of them. It was stressful just thinking about all that she needed to remember. She had to meet with the MET people downstairs too, right away, as they brought the works in that were for sale. All of this meant that she didn’t have time to get dressed again.

It all flooded her mind in short bursts, her thought process bringing her back to the fact that her dress was half soaked in champagne. As she stepped away from the guest room she sighed again, feeling the tension flood from her shoulders as she proceeded to her wing of the house. The master bedroom was behind a set of double doors. Victoria Her heels clicked across the hardwood floors as she moved towards her walk-in closet. Two steps into the room and she dropped the wet skirt of her dress and proceeded to unzip it only for it to get stuck and slightly beyond her reach between her shoulder blades. “This party will be the death of me,” she muttered angrily. While she knew she was overreacting, it felt better to say something. They had certainly faced worse.





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Genovese Mansion
Kole Marinos was never early. Today was most certainly an anomaly. The twenty four year old walked up the length of the driveway, past the tall pillar columns that signaled the main entrance to the family stead. He could still remember being fifteen and arriving at the Genovese mansion for the first time. Like an excited dog he had practically had his head out the window, marveling at the gargantuan grandeur of the home. Years later, he recognized that it paled in comparison to the estates of many other upper east side dwellers – if anything the Genovese family as relatively subdued. Still, he could not deny that it impressed him. As he approached the tall double doors, he made eye contact with the three men clustered on the front steps. They all looked him over, the butler smiling while the security guards assessed the potential threat that he posed. It had been six weeks since he had last been at the mansion itself, enough time for Jonathon to hire new bouncers.

“Pierre,” Kole smiled at the butler. “Master Kole! How pleasant to see you again,” the valet replied, moving forward to hug him only to find his way barred by one of the security personnel. It was enough for Kole’s smile to falter. “Are you on the list?” he demanded, looking down at an iPhone in his hand and scrolling through a pre-approved list. “It’s Kole Marinos,” the butler said, aghast at the idea of one of the family being questioned. “It’s okay. I understand the precaution,” he smiled, watching as the security guard scrolled through the list, confirmed that he was in fact on it, and nodded him through. “Mr. Genovese wishes to see you in the library.”

“I was counting on that,” Kole nodded, moving beyond the threshold and into the impressive manor, pausing to adjust his suit. He pulled on his shirt collar, irritated by the starchy quality of the fabric. It felt constricting. The moment that he stepped into the manor little seemed different. Unlike his apartment in the Upper West Side, the Genovese mansion felt like home. The scents were familiar. The feel and touch of it felt far more normal. Yet he felt almost a stranger to it on his own. Immediately his hands went to the tie around his neck, loosening the knot so that he could undo it and pull it off. The staff standing offside watched him, amused as Kole appeared relieved when the fabric was stowed in his pocket. Undoing the top two buttons of his dress shirt, he finally felt freed.

With that dealt with, he proceeded knowingly through the halls of the mansion, hearing a loud chorus of voices coming from the kitchen as he moved toward the back end of the mansion. He was early by some twenty minutes for the first time…in ever. He approached the library cautiously but in hearing nothing he stepped inside, confronted with the sitting room attached to Jonathon’s office and no one else. He’d certainly never been first before. He just wondered who would be second, or whether he would have a moment along with Jonathon. Or even Nate. He needed to tell them about what he had been forced to do. He could still see it. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the fat headed pig who had managed to figure out who he was, the look in his eyes before he shot him and the spray of blood that had followed after he had been gunned down in his own home by Kole himself. The memory came with a shriek in his ears, leaving him uncomfortable and jumpy. He sat down on the couch facing the door for that reason, allowing himself to hold his head in his hands and to think about anything but that night - which unfortunately proved futile for the moment. He had even drawn concerned looks at the office that morning he had been so out of it.

It is currently 7:40pm on Monday January 7th 2013. An art auction and gala has been organized at the Genovese mansion in support of a charity called Homeward Bound which helps underprivileged youth in Manhattan have after school programs to be apart of, tutors and halfway houses. The business associates are to meet with Jonathon at 8:00pm. The auction will start shortly after, providing a cover for the meeting. Of course, afterward all associates are invited to enjoy the Gala with the other guests. The incident involving the old techie happened in late September but the hiring of the new techie has made it fresh in the minds of the family again. (I've put it four months ago so that he had time to recuperate) What's more, the FBI organized a raid on one of the family restaurants in the Upper West Side the day before. While the family was tipped off and nothing came of it, the family is tense regardless. In the aftermath an FBI handler was killed by informant Kole Marinos to prevent the knowledge of his position from being leaked.

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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Nate Hagen

The adoptive brother of Jonahthon Genovese took everything relayed to him in complete silence. His dark eyes locked on Marinos as he spoke. Nate's jaw tightened as he listened to the hesitation before the explanation, the rush of information during and the regret after. He could see it in Kole's eyes, his face even his posture. He was revolted with himself, afraid yet resolved that what he did was for the right reason. He knows he did the right thing and was yet confused as to why he felt this way. The realization that one of Nate's greatest fears might just come to light struck him like a cold knife in the spine that twisted in his flesh and made him feel empty.

Nathan reached out a hand and squeezed the younger man's shoulder in warmth and brother hood. He locked eyes with Kole hoping to impress upon him the gravity of his words.

"Hey, hey look at me Kole. You did good...you did good."

Nate was disgusted with himself in that moment. He was nurturing the same behavior that created the monster that he was today in Kole but what else was he supposed to do? What other course of action could Kole had taken? The answer was none but it didn't help the pit in Nathan's stomach.

"You did what you had to do, we can't ask any more of you little brother. You took care of the body, you didn't leave anything behind pointing to you or the family. I'm...proud of Kole. You're handling this like a man, that's admirable. It's not easy, the first time but it helps knowing that what you did protected your family. It protected Dylan and Charlee, Lincoln and Victoria, and it protected Jonah."

Nate let his words sink in for a moment before giving Kole a nod of approval and puling his hand away. He reached for his beer and as if alerted by the conversation involving him Nate's phone rang with Jonah's name displaying across the screen. He picked up and was greeted by a terse, demanding voice.

“If you’re with Kole, would you gentlemen please escort yourselves to the library? The others should be arriving soon and I want to talk to him beforehand.”

Nate pocketed his phone after Jonah hung up and threw a thumb at the door.

"C'mon, the boss is waiting for us."

He said before taking a long swig of his beer and heading for the house with Kole close behind.

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LINCOLN GENOVESE



Linc was driving in top speed. “Shit, we’re late.” He muttered. His mother will kill him. And there was that meeting his father wanted. “What was that sweety?” the woman next to him said. He stole a quick glance at his date. Dressed in a coral strapless by Alexander McQueen that showed off her creamy shoulders and cleavage, Candy was in top form tonight. “I wish you wouldn’t drive so fast. I’m trying to redo my eyes.” She whined.

Linc exhaled loudly and slowed down a bit. He’s been dating Candy for more than 2 weeks now and he’s getting bored. She likes to whine and throw tantrums. He felt more like a babysitter than a boyfriend. “One more week and I’ll call it quits.” He thought. The semester has started and the last thing he needs is a moody girlfriend. He cannot afford to be distracted

University life is hard for a dyslexic like him. He needed to get the textbooks in advance and speak to his professors about getting the curriculum and lectures ahead of time. It’s quite challenging but nothing he can’t handle. He will just have to work harder than the rest. Something his father taught him. He liked Cornell University. He liked walking to get around the campus. Seeing the buildings and other landmarks always has a calming effect on him. There are a lot of women too. He smiled as he thought of a particular face that’s been on his mind lately. Linc noticed Lily for the first time, when she laughed at something her seatmate said. it was a melodious and girlish laugh, he can’t help but smile. Linc would ask her out soon.

Moments later, they reached the Genovese mansion. An impressive structure located in the Upper East Side, the mansion is illuminated with lights. He heard sounds of laughter, voices and music as he got out of his Reventon Roadster. He handed the keys to the valet, took Candy’s hands and went inside. Numerous waiters carrying trays of champagne scurry in and out of the main room. Her mother sure knows how to throw a party. “Oh I am so underdressed! You didn’t tell me it was a black tie affair! I should have worn my pearls instead.” Candy wailed. Linc smiled “I did. It doesn’t matter what you wear. You’re beautiful Candy.” He said as he rubbed her wrist with his thumb. Candy whimpered, hooked her arm to his side and got closer. He chuckled and surveyed the room.

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Lincoln Genovese


“Candy, why don’t you mingle with the other guests? I’ll just say hi to my family.”
“But---“
“It’ll just take a few minutes.” He cut her off laughing. “Go on. I’ll see you in a bit.” Cindy pouted but sauntered towards the group of women by the windows. Linc walked briskly towards the stairs and climbed up the second floor. He guessed the meeting will take place in the library. He’s jogging past the rooms and stopped in front of a polished oak door. A closed oak door. He sighed. He’s not gonna be in this meeting and he wouldn’t dare knock. His Genovese pride wouldn’t let him. Linc exhaled slowly and smoothed his Calvin Klein suit. He tugged at his collar and adjusted his bowtie. He’d love to get out of his suit but he has to keep up with appearances. There will be other meetings. He will be involved in the family business, it’s inevitable. Like the waves crashing to the shore. It will happen. He smiled as he walked back to the party.

He spotted his mother, in deep conversation with Sienna and Dr. Arden. Her mother dressed in a moss green gown, exudes an aura of confidence and elegance. He’d talk to his mother later. He plucked a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and scanned the room once more. The crème de la crème of New York is in complete attendance. Anybody who is somebody was invited. He saw his siblings, Dylan and Shae standing together and he decided to come up and say hi.

“Did I miss anything?” he said by way of greeting.

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A voice suddenly spoke in Jess's earpiece. She'd forgotten that she had put it in before leaving the office. Her superiors in the office had a direct connection to it. She had to try hard not to jump. "Uh, Jess? There's a guy here demanding to see you. He's scaring the office workers. What do we tell him? He's FBI, anyway, judging by the heavy weaponry and the quite authentic looking badge." Jess had to try hard not to swear. She wasn't sure how to reply. If she just started talking, she'd be thrown out on the grounds of insanity. If she tried to cover her mouth, she'd only have one hand to hold the tray with. Which was freaking heavy.

She hoped for the best as she muttered under her breath, "Who is he?" It appeared her microphone was sensitive enough to pick her up, as the reply came in her ear. "He claims to be Special Agent Luke Hitch, new tactical leader." She thought for a moment, before mentally cringing. She knew that he was supposed to be arriving sometime soon, just... not this soon. "Yeah. Um, tell him where I am. And please warn him about scaring the office workers."

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"Agent Hitch?" The man who had just been speaking with Jess emerged from his office. "I'm Agent Murdock. I work with Agent Garcia. She asked me to inform you of her whereabouts at this present moment in time. Please, step into her office. It's possibly the most secure room in the office."

"She's at the Genovese gala. I assure you, she is armed and disguised to prevent recognition. I saw her disguise myself, it should be sufficient. She also has contact with us through a headset and hidden microphone." He held up the headset to assure the... much larger man that it wouldn't be seen. It was shaped similarly to those hidden hearing aids. "It connects wirelessly to a microphone. We are aiming to get her out as soon as possible."

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Dylan grinned as Linc approached. "Did I miss anything?" His older brother asked. "Not much. I think there was a mishap involving a tray of champagne in the kitchens a little while ago. I don't know, I was upstairs. But there was quite a lot of glass around and a liquid on the floor that definitely smelt like champagne." Dylan had only been two when they had been kidnapped, but he could vaguely remember Lincoln telling him that everything would be okay. That was the kind of thing that Dylan always remembered and would hopefully always remember, no matter what his brother did.

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Shae threw one arm around her little brother's shoulders. "Me? Miss a chance to dress up? Never." she told him, voice dripping with sarcasm. The ecstasy hadn't kicked in yet and Shae wanted nothing more than to blow the party and hide in her room. One look across the room at their mother and Shae knew it would be impossible to do such a thing. "Why aren't you enjoying yourself?" Shae asked Dylan. She could understand why he wouldn't be though. He was far too young and protected to be a part of the family business, and Shae prayed that even as he grew up he'd never be exposed to anything of the sorts. She'd only been four when she and her siblings had been kidnapped and she vaguely remembered the details herself. In Shae's opinion, Dylan shouldn't have to grow up facing things like that and she would do almost anything to make sure he didn't. Dylan and Shae were probably the youngest ones in attendance, which certainly could put a damper on things. There was only Jonah's business associates and older men and women to schmooze. Add everything up and it equaled an evening of certain boredom.

Caught in conversation with her brother, Shae barely noticed Dr. Arden flash a smile in their direction. Nonetheless, Shae returned it and continued socializing. Before Dylan had the opportunity to answer, Lincoln walked up. "Did I miss anything?" he asked his younger siblings. Charlee let Dylan take the reins and while he answered about spilled champagne, her mind wondered and her body relaxed. Shae wasn't sure if it was the beginning effects of the E or if it was Linc's presence. Whenever he was around, she'd always felt more relaxed - protected. She knew that her brother would never let a single thing happen to her as long as he could help it. He had been the one to keep both she and Dylan calm during their kidnapping. If there was one person she trusted on this earth, it would have to be Lincoln.

After Dylan had finished talking, Shae took it as an opportunity to question her brother about his date tonight. "So, who's the broad?" she asked, her tone defensive and weary. Shae was always concerned when Lincoln had a new girl on his arm. Her brother could handle himself in his love affairs, obviously, but the first girl to break his heart would get a not-so-nice visit from one Charlee Shae Genovese.

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FBI Headquarters

Murdock stared at Jess's various certificates on the wall as he tried to think of how to deal with the intimidating man who stood in front of him. "I understand your concern for Agent Garcia. She understands the importance of staying out of Jonathon Genovese's way and getting out as soon as possible. Agent Garcia is also, shall we say, well capable of handling herself." Murdock smiled to himself as he remembered the time she had punched a reporter in the face because he was getting in her way on the way to a crime scene. Everyone in the area had somehow managed to be looking the other way, or so they told the reporter. They had all preferred Jess to that asshole. That was long before her liaison days. "We would contact her, but it's too risky. We have people monitoring the situation in the mansion, and if anything starts to go wrong, she can get out." A message beeped on the computer. He stepped behind the desk and opened it up, frowning.

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Jess's tray now appeared to be empty. She had only managed to speak to one of her agents, and it appeared her fortune cookie idea hadn't worked. She made her way back to the kitchen. As she turned into the kitchen, her phone vibrated. She dumped the tray and stepped outside, pulling the phone from the pocket in her skirt. There was a message from Theo.

Get out ASAP. I'm not comfortable with this. Get out.


She trusted Theo's advice. She hadn't a clue as to how he knew what the situation was in the mansion, but it was obviously important. She managed to slip back through the kitchen without being assaulted with another duty. There was one last thing she had to do, though. Kole needed to know. He had assured her he would be there, and she hadn't heard from her other agent. She held her shoes in her hands, knowing she couldn't be stealthy with the heels. She listened for voices as she passed each room. She didn't get halfway down the hall before her phone vibrated. She snatched it from her pocket in an attempt to try and shut it up. Luckily the soft fabric of the skirt pocket muffled it a little, hopefully enough to avoid detection. She opened up the message and read it. Now it was Murdock warning her to get out. She guessed Theo had probably contacted him too. They probably both had a point. Jonathon Genovese could emerge from any of these offices at any point, and she didn't really want to face him without any back-up. Especially because, without doubt, he'd have several of his gorillas with guns with him. And if she was killed, it really wouldn't be good for the team. She stealthily made her way down the hall, slipping her shoes back on before she re-entered the main hall.

She pulled off her glasses and let down her hair. There. She felt more like herself now. The sooner that she got home and washed out this damned hair dye, the better. Her car was parked a few streets away and she unlocked it, sliding into the seat gratefully. She pulled out a disposable phone from the glove box and dialed out Kole's number. As she had hoped, it was turned off and went straight to voicemail.

"Kole. It's Jess. Call me at the office the minute you're free. The minute it's safe enough for you to call me, do so."

She then dialed out another number.

"Special Agent Murdock."

"Murdock, it's me. I got a message from You-Know-Who telling me to get out. I managed to talk to Mick, but it was too risky for me to try and talk to Kole. I left a message on his phone to call me ASAP. I'll be back at the office in a few. I need to go home and change first."

A few minutes later, Jess strode into the office, dressed in a more comfortable outfit. One of the desk workers jumped to his feet. "Special Agent Garcia! There was a man here demanding to see you, called..." She held up a hand as she passed his desk. "Special Agent Luke Hitch, I know. Back to work, Aaron. He's not going to hurt you for not telling him where I was." She reassured him as she headed for her office. She took a deep breath as she opened the door.

A tall, imposing man was standing in the middle of the floor. Murdock was standing behind her desk. She held out a hand to the newcomer. "Special Agent Luke Hitch, I presume. I'm Jess Garcia." She looked over at the man standing behind her desk. "It's okay, Murdock. You can go now." The other man nodded as he left, and Jess took her seat behind the desk, trying to resist the temptation to put her boots on the desk. It wasn't a habit she usually had, but after the heels and the skirt and everything, she felt like she needed to chill. But boots on the desk would appear extremely inappropriate in front of a new co-worker.

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He turned to Shae when what she had said registered. "And in response to your question, I don't enjoy myself in social situations. I enjoy myself in my room fixing robots with my headphones in." Although he was using his headphones less and less after what had happened to Theo. He didn't like the thought of not being able to hear gunshots. If anything happened to his family, he didn't want to be the last to know. He didn't know if he could help, seeing as he'd be more likely to hit one of them as opposed to their assailant if he had a gun. He really needed to build a robot to compensate for that. Would mounting a machine gun on a remote control robot be too drastic? Yeah, probably.

He was lost in his plans until Shae spoke again. "So, who's the broad?" Dylan grinned at his brother. "Yeah. Where'd you find this one?" He joked. He did enjoy winding his siblings up.

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Lincoln always knew he'd miss Shae and Dylan when he moved out of the mansion but he didn't know how much until this moment. Whenever Linc was around them, he always feels relaxed. And at the same time, his eyes scanned the crowd for anything suspicious. He remembered the kidnapping clearly and now that he's old enough, he vowed to protect his family. Dylan mention about champagne glasses flooding the kitchen and he can almost imagine his mother. Barking orders like a military general in her high heels. Poor staff. They probably cowered in fear.

"So, who's the broad?" Shae asked.

"Yeah. Where'd you find this one?" Dylan chimed in.

"No one you know." He chuckled. Candy was an intern at ESPN. She covered his fencing match and after the interview he asked her out. He'd been banging her since. Of course, he's not the kiss and tell type and that's just too much information. He also found out that his father is the country manager for a big liquor and tobacco conglomerate. He spotted Candy and the blond bombshell gave her a wink. Man, he'll be having some sweet Candy tonight.

"Dylan, can you change the background to black and the letters to white? " Linc said as he handed Dylan his iPhone. "I'm just trying out something so I don't overly strain my eyes." He added. In truth, its better for his dyslexia. He accidentally discovered it when he read the police decal on the side of the cop car. He was driving and he happen to at his side. His brain immediately identified the letters.

"Poppet, your dress has a conservative front and an obscene behind." He said in disapproval as he studied her blue dress. His big brother protective instincts kicking into gear. "And no champagne for you. You're underage remember? " Lincoln plucked the flute glass out of her hands and handed it to a passing waiter.

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Jess grinned at Hitch. "I'd appreciate if you didn't send a fully armed team into my office. The poor office workers are terrified enough as it is." The grin didn't last long. It was replaced by a different expression, a mix of weariness and frustration. "And I wasn't trying to get information. I'm guessing you heard of Frank Karpathy's accident." She made quote marks in the air with her fingers. "I had to try and tell my agents. Frank was minutes away from finding out who the mole in the operation was. They had to know as soon as possible, for their own safety. I got clearance from my superiors within this department to get myself in there, as long as I got myself out of there as quickly as I could." As she spoke, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out, reading Theo's message. "Gone to eat?" She understood the message perfectly. It appeared that he could get into the house's camera system and was wondering about her location.  She opened up her own email and typed a quick message. "Had to get out. Murdock had a gut feeling, and our new tactical leader was scaring the office workers." She sent it, before swivelling back to face Hitch.

She could vividly remember the night she had heard of Theo's death. She had been in the office late yet again, preparing notes for a lecture a friend had asked her to give. She didn't have access to as many case files at her apartment, so she had decided to finish up in her office. The phone had rung, and as was customary to do when a phone rang, she had answered it. Ten minutes later, after she had hung up, she had been swearing loudly, so loudly the office workers had brought in coffee in the hope that they could find out what was wrong. Guilt had plagued her constantly. She had been constantly in and out of meetings, trying to balance managing the case and persuading the superiors that her case was still viable. She hadn't slept in the twenty four hours or so until she had gotten that call. She hadn't slept for approximately another thirty six hours as she had tried to straighten everything out. But relief and determination had gotten her through. She was glad Theo had pulled through. She had been genuinely fond of the techie. And he hadn't estranged himself from her. They had kept in contact, and he had agreed to keep working with her. She had gone to see him yesterday, pleased to see that he was finally walking unaided and was beginning to return to full health. He still wasn't his old self, though. It was probably to be expected, but Jess hated it. She missed Theo's old, bouncy, bubbly, slightly irritating personality and the energy it injected into the room.

"So. If we're going to be working together, there are a few things you need to know about me. I work late a lot. I don't expect you to work the same hours as I do. However, I would appreciate it if you make me go home when I'm here when you leave and I'm still here when you arrive in again. And if I ask for coffee, don't argue. If you're busy, send one of the office workers for it. I get extremely, extremely crabby when my caffeine levels run low. Ask any of the office workers. I've been known to throw stuff at them when I've been particularly stressed and when my caffeine and sugar levels are low." She grinned. "Anything I should know about you?"

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Dylan took the phone, his mind already trying how to figure out how to change the text. "It would be much easier if I had my laptop..." He murmured to himself. But his fingers started flying over the keyboard, typing in commands. His brow furrowed in concentration, and he became dead to the world. He started to think in code, and a few tricks that Theo had taught him came to mind. He tried them, and while they didn't solve the problem, they made it one hell of a lot easier to straighten it out. He typed in a few more commands, then smiled in triumph. He handed the phone to Lincoln. "If you want to try out any other colours, just let me know. It's just a matter of changing... Never mind." Dylan couldn't help but think that Theo would have understood what he was about to come out with.

His eyes probed the room, looking for the new techie, Jacqueline Siqueira. He wanted to get to know more about her and was hoping that she, like Theo, could teach him more. He took a mental note of her location. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He slipped it out. There was a new email from an unknown address. Instinctively, he would have put it in an isolated folder so it couldn't infect his phone and would have scanned it on his laptop for security risks. But the subject line caught his attention. It read;

"Message from a friend"

He frowned to himself, typing in a short command to try and trace the message. There was a moment's pause, and then an error message popped up. His frown deepened. Theo had taught him that command. Only the most secure networks were protected from the command. Dylan allowed a small grin on his face. Anyone on those networks was a friend of his. But he still wasn't prepared to throw caution to the wind. He typed in a few more commands, ones that he knew should reveal more about the nature of the message. The only one that turned up anything was the mini scan for malware. It showed the message as clean. He still would have preferred to do a full scan on his laptop, but curiosity got the better of him. 

“Secret. Double check your primary power source on bot. Tell me what you find.”

He frowned. He was puzzled as to who exactly had sent the message. Someone who had evidently been into his room, had knowledge about robots, and knew how to avoid his commands. He typed a reply.

"Who is this?"

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Victoria pulled Lydia into a friendly hug, smiling weakly at her. Lydia took in the matriarch’s expression of tight-lipped concern. Clearly, things had not gone quite as smoothly as she had been hoping they would tonight. And Lydia had a feeling it was something to do with Sienna Rose’s presence.

Victoria’s next whispered words confirmed this, “Thank God, a friend without a problem for me to deal with.”

Lydia laughed softly at her friend and tilted her head slightly, giving her a small, sympathetic smile.

“We just finished dealing with a crisis. No harm done,” Victoria said in response to Lydia’s apology. She then turned back to the conversation with Sienna, strangely, Lydia noted, regarding Sienna’s role in tonight’s art auction. She referred to Sienna being here with the MET. She must have taken a job there when she returned, Lydia concluded. Evidently, though, this meant she was back for good, a fact that was certain not to go down well with everyone here tonight. Though Lydia had never played a large part in Sienna’s relationship with Nathaniel Hagen and her subsequent departure, following their split, she had been aware of the situation. She’d also had a few lengthy conversations with Victoria not long after Sienna had left, regarding what had happened.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jonathon Genovese appeared. Victoria’s reception of her husband was icy and she took a step away from him, where he’d come to stand at her side, a very clear show that something between them was not right.

The patriarch turned his attention towards Lydia, nodding slightly towards her in greeting. ”Good evening, Doctor.” The greeting was by no stretch of the imagination friendly, but, it was formal and respectful, which was more than Sienna was about to receive.

“Mr Genovese,” she returned the greeting with a smile. Although she was nowhere near as close to Jonathon as she was to Victoria, she was still very familiar with the man after years of service to his family. Usually, she probably would’ve addressed him simply as Jonathon, but under such a formal situation, and especially one as tense as this, she thought it best to remain impersonal. Besides, he was kind of her informal boss, so to speak. Which reminded her, she still needed to talk to Victoria about the people that had come through the hospital early that morning, following an explosion in a house near central park. Two people had come in dead, one the owner of the house, the other a young man who was walking his dog past the house when it happened. The pregnant girlfriend of the dog walker had been brought in too, clinging to life by a tendril. Lydia had been the attending doctor on her case. She’d worked tirelessly to save the woman, even more so after being told she was pregnant, but her injuries were too severe. She had burns from the explosion to most of her body and was bleeding onto her brain after being thrown back by the blast and hitting her head. Really, there was nothing Lydia or anyone else could’ve done to save her. Tomorrow, Lydia needed to write a report up for her death. The hospital were looking over the body of the homeowner and deciding, in their opinion, if they thought the death was an accident. Lydia had come to understand that any particularly violent death in this city was rarely an accident and that the Genovese’s or one of their associates was usually, in some way, related to the incident. She needed to find out from Victoria if these deaths had been their doing and whether Lydia needed to make certain they were ruled an accident, to cover the Genovese’s backs.

Jonathon then turned to his wife, leaning close to her he whispered something in her ear that Lydia couldn’t quite catch. But whatever it was certainly did not please Victoria. Her expression became colder and she took another step away from the man she was supposed to love.

Jonathon’s piercing blue eyes fell on Sienna with the cruellest gaze before announcing, ” Ah, and dear, would you please get this… woman… out of my house before I do it myself? Do not tell him anything.” He took a threatening step towards Sienna and Lydia, not for the first time in her life, was glad the mafia boss was fond enough of her never to take this tone with her.

Victoria was fuming. “Now you wait a damn minute,”

But Jonathon wasn’t done there. He took another step towards Sienna and told her quietly in the bitterest tone Lydia had heard him use in a long time, “You practically tore out my best friend’s heart when you left him, you little bitch. You have a lot of nerve showing your face in my house. Get the fuck out before you leave here in a less than pretty state.”

Lydia watched on, astonishment on her pretty features. That was low, even for Jonathon. Usually he had enough respect and courtesy to at least take someone to the side instead of throwing them out of a party in amongst the most affluent of New York. Public humiliation wasn’t usually Jonathon’s style; he preferred to hurt someone quickly, as opposed to making them suffer. If he was being this ruthless towards Sienna, he clearly had a point to prove and a deep hatred for the woman. Maybe there was more to the story than Lydia had originally thought?

“Don't bother. I know my way out of here very well,” Sienna told her, pre-empting Victoria’s response, who, meanwhile, looked murderous.

”Sienna!” Victoria called. Sienna ignored her protest and exchanged a few words with a blonde Lydia recognised from somewhere, but wasn’t familiar with. She presumed she was something to do with the art auction. Sienna then turned back to Victoria, explaining a few more details surrounding the MET’s involvement in tonight’s proceedings before wishing her a good night.

Victoria, again, tried to protest, but Sienna had already crossed the room to leave. Acknowledging this, the matriarch turned back to her husband, offering him a furious rant. And rightly so, Lydia thought to herself, not that she would be sharing that opinion in front of Jonathon. He’d been more than harsh to Sienna and had humiliated not only her, but Victoria too. His bullying behaviour, although characteristic of him in his career, should be kept for his enemies and not his wife.

Jonathon left and Victoria turned back to Lydia. ”I’m sorry. I will talk to you in a minute.” Lydia gave her an understanding nod as she watched the woman leave after Sienna.

Gazing across the room, Lydia watched the other guests. She must’ve been to a hundred of Victoria’s parties over the years, but she still never quite felt as if she fitted in. She was familiar with most of these society men and women who frequented these parties with their loose purse strings and socially-climbing agendas, yet they still looked down on her. Of course, Lydia could go and talk to some of them while she waited for Victoria to return, and she could watch them greet her with tight-lipped, false smiles. But as she looked out across the sea of opulent dresses and showy suits, the Genovese children caught her eye once more. Lincoln was with them now; Dylan was doing something with his phone and Lydia watched him hand it back to his brother with a triumphant smile.

But Lydia’s gaze caught on Charlee. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, or the way she turned her head, but Lydia, in her constant doctor’s mind-set, saw something a little…off about the girl. Her pupils looked dilated, and Lydia did a double take, wondering if it was just her imagination. Someone else without a medical background may not have noticed it, but Lydia was well attuned to a body’s natural response to stimulus, and Charlee’s eyes should not look like that. There were a number of elaborate medical conditions that could’ve caused that response, but Lydia came to a less innocent conclusion about the young girl. When the doctor had taken some of Charlee’s blood a month after the abortion, just to make sure all the hormones in her body had returned to where they should be, the results had come back not quite as Lydia had expected. There’d been traces of cocaine and Tramadol, a pain reliever, in Charlee’s blood. At first, the older woman considered telling Victoria, but Charlee was miserable enough as it was. She didn’t need her mother’s concern and harassment upsetting her more. So Lydia passed it off as a phase. The poor girl was, understandably, heartbroken over the abortion, but she wasn’t a bad girl, so to speak. Lydia was certain that, as soon as she came to terms with what had happened, she would get off the pills and return to normal. Recently, Lydia’s worries had been put to rest as she saw Charlee’s studies going well and her prospects of getting into a good university looked positive. But maybe she’d been wrong.

Lydia approached the children as they stood away from all the other adults in a little group together. Dylan looked wrapped up in something on his phone, and Lincoln had just got his own phone back.

“Hey Linc, Dylan,” she smiled at the two boys, but she didn’t expect a great deal of a response back. Besides, it was more Charlee she was interested in.

Close up, the doctor confirmed what she’d already suspected about her enlarged pupils and her eyes were ever so slightly glassy. Perhaps talking to the girl would gain her more of an insight, Lydia concluded. “Shae,” she smiled friendly at the girl with a certain familiarity that only knowing someone for the length of time Lydia had known Charlee for could bring. “How’s applying for colleges going then?” she enquired. Partly, she was interested in her life, but she was mostly trying to confirm her suspicions regarding Charlee’s possible drug habit.

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While Dylan was tinkering with his phone, he looked around the room. He saw Kole nodding towards their direction. He inclined his head in greeting. He’s wondering though, if it’s safe for his adoptive sibling to be seen at a Genovese event. He’s a spy for his father and that in itself is dangerous. Good thing all of them knew how to protect themselves. His father made sure of that.

"If you want to try out any other colours, just let me know. It's just a matter of changing... Never mind."

Looking back at Dylan, Linc took his iPhone and placed it back to his pocket. “Yeah, its all greek to me. I am so lucky to have a techie brother. I’ll bring my laptop over so you can change the settings as well.” He said grinning. His smart, brainy brother.... he could probably hack the Pentagon in his pajamas before he's finished with his first cup of coffee. Dylan’s phone buzzed, his brother’s brows furrowed while reading a text message. “ Problem?” he asked.

“Hey Linc, Dylan,”

Dr. Arden’s familiar voice greeted them. “Hello, Dr. Arden.” Lincoln greeted in return but the good doctor was more interested in her sister’s college application. The doctor seemed to be studying his sister’s face. Its not uncommon, since Dr. Arden was his sister's attending physician when she had her baby terminated.


"Sienna!”

He knew that tone very well. And it usually means someone’s behaving badly. Linc excused himself and walked towards the entrance.

“Sienna turn around, please. That was uncalled for. He knows it and he had no right to say so. Please come inside.”

He saw his mother and Dr. Rose talking heatedly. The latter moving closer, saying something but he couldn’t make out what it was. Dr. Rose then got inside her car and left. Linc stood beside his mother and said “Let’s get you inside mom, you might catch a cold.” He took her mother’s elbow in an attempt to usher her back inside. Whatever happened clearly got his mother upset. That damn woman is nothing but trouble.

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"You want to know if there's anything you need to know about me? I like to take my targets down hard and give them no where to run. When there world comes down around them, then I'm happier then a pig in shit. As far as helping you get home to get your beauty sleep you might as well ask someone else because as long as I'm in New York, I don't stop working. My job's not done until Jonathon Genovese is behind bars. I will turn this bastards entire family against him if it means bringing him in. His wife, his kids, his damn great grammy are all fair game as far as I'm concerned." Jess grinned. That grin slipped as he asked about Frank's investigation, then widened as he deposited sweets on her desk. "Oh, Hitch, I think we're going to get along just perfectly."

She handed Hitch a brown paper folder emblazoned with the FBI logo. "That's everything you need to know about the case. I have two suspects. Kole Marinos and... Well, you can see for yourself. I'm pretty sure Ethan, or "Mick", isn't our mole." She ripped open the packet of sweets, popping one in her mouth. "Kole... Well, he fits in a little too well with the Genovese family for my liking. But he's a good agent. And... Unless you've met him, you can't quite understand Kole." Jess couldn't quite word what she meant, but she hoped the information in the file would be enough.

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"Problem?" Dylan heard Linc ask. He looked up. "Oh, it's nothing." Just then, Doctor Arden appeared. "Hey, Linc, Dylan." She said, watching Shae closely. "Hey, Doc." Dylan greeted her. He was still puzzled about who the message was from. There was something familiar about the whole thing. It felt like he knew exactly who the sender was, like the name was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't get it out.

For some reason, his first encounter with Theo came to mind.

It felt like so long ago. Dylan had been trying to retrieve an early prototype of the robot he was building. Instead of no remote, however, it had been controlled from his laptop. Unfortunately, it had misinterpreted an order and had smashed, going full speed, into a table leg. The table leg had been left intact, luckily enough, but the robot hadn't. It's entire control panel had been smashed. Dylan was trying to locate the wreck. He had passed by the techie and had gotten a glimpse at the techie's laptop screen. Dylan's curious nature had, of course, provoked him to try and get a better look, and ask the inevitable question, "How are you doing that?"

And thus their friendship had begun.

Dylan gave up trying to think of anyone who could have sent him that message. The list was too long. It could be the new Techie, but why didn't just she come over and speak to him? And he was pretty sure that she hadn't left the room to investigate his robot.

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Carter Adams Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Kalista Ross Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Mick Carter Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Rebecca Vendetti Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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Jonathon Genovese


Jonah remained only to let Victoria speak, his gaze on the finger she was poking at him with. Once she was done menstruating, Jonah calmly but firmly took her wrist and removed her hand from his chest, before he, just as calmly, but with a cold gaze still, said “Victoria, do not start a scene.” His eyes flared up at that, a sliver of fire, his temper showing her to stop now else regret it. He really did not feel like dealing with her theatrics tonight. He would not tolerate her taking this route; he would have no social suicide tonight, and that was what the two of them arguing in the middle of this event, would be. “And I had every right. I don’t give a fuck who she is; don’t you dare go against me on this,” he said more quietly, for her ears only. Then he curtly gave her a nod and was off.

As he texted and walked, Jonah thought things over. Mostly him and Vicky. They had been slipping more and more apart lately, and where her defiance usually turned him on, it now irritated him instead. He didn’t know why, and he hated having to do this to his wife. He hated the fact that he wasn’t himself at the moment, and his intense focus on the business was pulling him away from his children too. Once in the private, quiet corridors upstairs, Jonah sighed, rubbing his neck. He loved Victoria; would do anything for her, but he would not draw her deeper into the business right now. He didn’t like the thought of her exposed and taking an obvious part in the business right now, because if he went down… then she would go down with him. And where would that leave their children?

Where would that leave his youngest son, who although bright, was far from ready to be by himself in the real world? What would happen to Charlee, who was already so very lost, Jonah had no idea how to help her? Ever since her pregnancy, Jonah had had people tracing her every move, so he knew more about her activities than a father would ever like to. He just wasn’t sure whether to tell Vicky or not. He’d told her about the abortion once it was done, but he had told her not to mention it to their daughter. Charlee had been plenty freaked as it was.

And then they had Lincoln. Their oldest kid, who although dyslexic was able to fight his way through college; how would he fare? Probably better than the others, but Linc would drop out of college. Jonah didn’t doubt that. His son was a fighter and he would devote all of his time to trying to help his siblings, while also wanting to keep some sliver of the business going. Jonah shook his head thinking about it. No. He couldn’t have Victoria anywhere near the line of fire anymore. The threat was too great. He knew she hated him for reducing her to what she called a trophy wife, but what else was he to do? Jonathon Genovese was out of options, and everything seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

He would simply have to take the time to explain all of his thought to his wife. The real problem here was their lack of communication. He barely had time to sit down and talk to her, but he was going to tonight. He didn’t care what needed his attention, or who was in trouble Tonight Jonah was going to be a husband to his wife, and he was going to make this deal with Sienna up to her. He didn’t yet know how, but he’d figure something out. Currently it was most important to at least explain everything to her, because obviously she was frustrated with his choices. He didn’t blame her – he really didn’t. He just wished she could understand him.

When the crime boss finally entered the library once more, his gaze landed on Tony, having strayed to Nate only briefly. “You know what’s quite amusing?” Jonah said calmly, his eyes inexpressive, but somehow cold regardless. “The fact that although you know how much I despise tardiness, you amazingly still manage to pull one every time. One more time, Rizzo, and you’re out.” Everyone knew that when Jonathon fired someone he took everything. So to Rizzo, that would mean losing every last cent he had earned while working for Jonah, which would, in essence, leave him broke as fuck. With that comment, Jonah looked up to see his other associates entering the library.

He regarded them with an inexpressive mien, a single nod being their welcome. Then he jumped right to it. “Follow me,” he said, his voice calm as he led his associates through his office and into the room behind it: the conference room. The long table had plenty of space for all of them, and Jonah seated himself at the end, letting Nate take his place on his right; his at all times. Once everyone was seated, Jonah’s calm gaze seemed to gaze into the soul of every person present as it roamed the room. Only after this, did the man in charge speak. “I realize many of you have questions, and I assume most of you are rather nervous regarding this raid the other day. This is exactly the reasons I have called this meeting. The authorities are on our tails, and they seem to be closing in. I will deal with that.” Somehow, he thought to himself.

Then he finally leaned forward and began the actual meeting. He took all questions, answered them, reassuring his associates. He kept everything tight, but in the end they would all feel like everything was solved and all their doubts had been assuaged, when in reality, all Jonah had did was play with the words a little. He had to, because his job was not to tell them the truth; his job was to keep them in line and to make sure there was no panic. His job, in essence, was to keep them working steadily, feeling safe as meat in a house of vegetarians.

Once the meeting finished, Jonah dismissed them all, but remained seated himself, knowing he had to tell Nate about Sienna. He hated that he had to; hated that the bitch was back in the first place, because odds were she would only mess his best friend up further. But then, he would rather Nathaniel found out from him than from some magazine of blubbering socialite who had “seen it all”. He sighed as the last one closed the door behind him, leaving Nathan and Jonah alone. Then he put his gaze on the man he loved as a brother. For what seemed like the first time in days, Jonah let the crime boss go entirely, his face of cold indifference, turning to that of a friend. A true friend. The man Jonah was at heart.

“Nate, I need to tell you something,” he began, “and when I do, I want you to remain calm. No rushing out on me or the party. I need you here tonight, okay? Too many people for me to feel comfortable having my kids here without you.” He looked at Nate seriously. His best friend knew better than anyone the toll the previous kidnapping of his children had taken on Jonah, and how paranoid it had made him. Jonah might be in possession of security by the dozen at this event, but he trusted no one more than Nate when it came to keeping his children safe. If Nate ran off like Jonah feared he would, then the crime boss would probably have a nervous breakdown of some sort. He also really didn’t want Nate around Sienna. But that was his own choice; his own life. All Jonah could do was… remove Sienna. Which he would. Soon. Quietly.

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese Character Portrait: Lydia Arden
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The setting changes from manhattan-new-york to Genovese Mansion

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Her husbands rebuttal to her snide remarks echoed in her ears as she pleaded with Sienna not to leave. “Victoria, do not start a scene.” Well damn right she was causing one then for the first time in years. Her collected and cool demeanor was absent as she fought to get a grip on a night that she felt she had no control over. “And I had every right. I don’t give a fuck who she is; don’t you dare go against me on this,” Jonathon had snapped. And I don’t fucking care about you ordering me around. I don’t bend to your will this way. I will not lose on two battles today. With that she had added the remark that it would serve her husband right for her to be there. She knew of Jonathon’s animosity towards the woman who had left Nate in a depressed spiral for months after her sudden departure from the city. Victoria had always remained quiet on the subject. Jonathon didn’t know just how sudden her own departure from her old life had been and moreover how hard it had been on her to uproot herself from the only thing she knew. But it had been for the better. She had hated so many aspects of that life in Wyoming. She could to a degree understand Sienna’s discomfort. It was no secret that she hated Jonathon. Victoria didn’t like her for that but they understood things about each other. Leaving. Being uncomfortable with the life one led. She desperately wanted to talk to the woman but it was clearly not in her control to force the woman to stay her. Jonathon had done his job of playing the pitbull too well.

Sienna responded to Victoria quickly, turning and putting a hand on her shoulder solemnly. Victoria felt the gesture was done out of pity. For some reason when she looked at the MET Director, she thought the woman was looking at her with a sorry look, like she was sorry to leave her there with the people inside. I am breaking Victoria thought to herself bitterly. She stiffened as a slew of reporters somehow pushed their cameras through the wrought iron gates to snap pictures. She turned her cheek away from Sienna as they stepped offside behind the valet’s podium.

"Victoria," Sienna sighed, commanding the red head’s attention. The family matriarch looked coldly towards Sienna, knowing that tone and knowing what it reflected, what her answer would be before she replied. “I don't care nor did I come here to spite your husband and I don't want to cause trouble for you either. To be completely honest I didn't even want to come here tonight but it's my job and I'm a professional. Now that everything is taken care of I have no need to be here. Save yourself and me the trouble . . .” Sienna reasoned with her. Victoria shook her head. “No, wait, that's not what I meant...” she sputtered and she was about ready to offer her own rebuttle when Sienna began stepping down the wide staircase to the valet.

“Goodbye Victoria," Sienna smiled weakly before turning to the driver who had her car waiting and Heidi who stood offside. Victoria felt stabbed. She couldn’t explain it. It was like Jonathon had thrown a knife into her back and now Nathaniel’s former lover was twisting it cruelly. She was completely out of control as Sienna stepped into her car. It was at that point that a hand brushed over her bare left elbow, looping his arm into her own. Victoria blinked twice before looking to see that it was Lincoln, her eldest son.

“Let’s get you inside mom, you might catch a cold,” he prodded. Victoria inhaled suddenly, having held her breath all that time. It was staggered and painful to do. She was seething, so angry she wanted to scream. Now she was left to deal with people who hated her for an event that was a front for something far more important that she had been kicked out of it seemed – her husband’s business. Jonathon had done so much for her. All she gave him was an effort to repay the debt of him saving her from her former life. She would die for her husband, go to prison for him, anything. He seemed to fear that now for the first time in their marriage. All of this had come out of her offer to deal with Theodore, to torture him, to make him suffer, to learn what he knew. If she was imprisoned for it, she had said she didn’t care. Jonathon had however, and he’d barred her from doing anything related to the boy, going so far as to arrange a client dinner with buys for the fashion house that she couldn’t get out of the night he had chosen to confront him and subsequently allowed him to fall off the balcony of their summer property into the river.

She hated this distance between them and even as her son linked arms with her, she was bitter and cold. Victoria squeezed his hand and leaned into him subtly. “Thank-you,” she whispered gently, in a tone she reserved for her children. “It’s nice to have you home,” she added. She rarely saw Lincoln with his school hours at Cornell being what they were and how in and out they all were.

As they stepped back inside, Victoria didn’t know what to do. Her eyes scanned the crowds and she saw Dylan and Charlee standing with Lydia off to the side. For the most part all of their guests had been allowed into the gallery and auction room. Checking her watch, Victoria noted that it was just after 8 o’clock which meant that she had a speech to make. “Time for the auction sweetheart,” she told Linc. She withdraw her arm from her sons and moved to kiss his cheek gently. “I look forward to catching up.”

With that she slid away, following her staff and finding Kole waiting beside one of the MET helpers assigned to inform people on any pieces that a guest had questions about.

“Kole, darling. Time to make our bit,” she announced gently. Her adopted son took Lincoln’s former position, linking arms with her and walking into the dining hall which had been converted into a mock auction house. Guests had assembled and were chatting and drinking champagne with their numbered signs. As Victoria and Kole approached the front a waiter tapped a spoon to the side of a spare glass. By the time they reached a glass podium for the auctioneer the large crowd had fallen silent. Victoria stepped away to speak first, leaning forward to tap the microphone gently. Hearing it respond she smiled. It was time to put on a show. If she was now relegated to being a trophy wife she was going to be a damn good one.

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“One million, four hundred and sixty four thousand dollars Mrs. Genovese, All raised for your charity. That was quite the speech and that was quite the auction,” the auctioneer announced. Victoria smiled and leaned in to squeeze Kole who had remained at the front of the room with her for the entirety of the event. She was nothing but pleased.

“I invite you all to eat dinner and to mingle for the rest of the evening,” Victoria announced, smiling as the room erupted into applause and several guests moved to leave the dining room while a number approached her, shaking her hand and thanking her for holding the event. She wanted nothing but to talk with Jonathon then and she absently wondered if his meeting had concluded on time.

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Kalista Ross Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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Kalista had slipped in and out of the meeting as she had planned: silent and unnoticed. She hadn't given too much of a crap about the raids. She was loyal, but if those loyalties were stretched far enough, they were sure to snap. Kalista was not about to go to prison for the Genovese family and, if it came down to it, she had people all over the place who were more than willing to get her a private jet out of New York, or perhaps, out of America.

Despite her indifference toward the situation, Kalista made sure to flick her eyes up to meet the boss’s as she left the meeting, wanting to see how he felt toward the situation. Kalista had been grinning throughout the meeting, loving the way that the boss twisted his words and made his own associates -some of whom had seen him do this a hundred times- believe his every word. Again.

In truth, Kalista had been trying to avoid the boss since he had sent her flying into a bookcase. She knew that as a former marine and a current assassin, she should not shy away from someone simply because he gave her a tap. It was a sign of weakness. However, it was not the fact that he had hit her because Kalista had always mused at getting into the boxing ring with the boss, but rather it was the fact that she could not fight back. Had she fought back and punched him square in the jaw like she had wanted to, there was no doubt that Mr. Genovese would have found a new assassin as quickly as he had found her. So instead, Kalista had made herself seem indifferent toward the situation and no one had noticed her dodging the boss. If anyone had, they were at least smart enough to avert Kalista’s gaze.

As she scrutinized the boss, Kalista could see that he was on edge about something that wasn't the raids. Perhaps, she thought, it was the family. Kalista quickly stopped herself from musing on the subject. She knew better than to meddle in family matters, especially when it came to the Genovese family.

Kalista stepped quietly out of the library, her heels making small clicking noises on the tile. As she walked along the rail, she peered down into the crowd. Clusters of rich art snobs shuffled along the floor. One group spoke heatedly about the art –which Kalista could see they knew nothing about- while another group had had one too many glasses of champagne and were laughing loudly about something or other. Kalista took a moment to chuckle at them before descending down the rest of the stairs.

Out of good manners and simply wanting to observe the various guests, Kalista decided that she would stay a while longer. Not really having many friends inside the business, Kalista reserved herself to walking through the throngs of people. In one mingling cluster, Kalista found herself pretending to be the young wife of a wealthy investor, while in another, Kalista had inherited millions from her father’s oil business. Kalista found herself sharing fake stories about her prosperity and while the group would laugh over her story, Kalista would be laughing at the fact that they had believed her.

As she hopped from group to group, Kalista made sure to keep an eye on the happenings with the business. She noticed the siblings standing to one end of the room, one seething Victoria Genovese being ushered back into the house by her son and then linking arms with her adoptive son, and a variety of other events going on. Kalista liked being in the business because it was one of the few things in life that always kept her guessing. The other associates, the family, and even the people she was assigned to kill were always interesting. As she thought of this, Kalista felt a bit of pride that she was no longer a freelance assassin and thief, but rather an ally to one of the most powerful families in the city. That not only gave Kalista recognition, it also gave her power within the world of thieves and hired guns.

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Shae openly scoffed at her older brother for taking her drink. Man, did she love him, but sometimes his protective brotherly actions pissed her off. Taking her drink and commenting on her dress had caused Shae to completely forget about the conversation of Candy or even Dylan's preference to his room than social settings. "My dress is fine. As was that drink being in my hand. One won't kill me. Mom hasn't even said a thing." Shae told her brother, though she didn't expect her response to carry much weight. Victoria probably didn't even realize Shae had been holding the glass. "You really don't have to worry." she added. Even if Linc didn't give the drink back, Shae knew she could easily get another once he wasn't paying attention. A smile played on her lips as Shae thought of that very fact. Alcohol was also in supply at the Genovese mansion and Victoria had hardly noticed when Shae got into it. Her mother had always ordered a surplus amount.

Moments had passed. Dylan fiddled with his and Linc's phones. Shae was too caught up in her own mind to even acknowledge their conversation at this point. Her high was finally in effect and she enjoyed the relaxing feeling it provided. She was free. Her body was free. Her mind was free. Pleased with herself, Shae laughed just a bit before hearing "Hey Linc, Dylan." Shae snapped back to reality as Dr. Arden spoke to them. Her brothers gave their hellos first before the attention was turned to Shae. With the E in effect, all of the inhibitions and self-consciousness that should have been in place whilst speaking to a doctor high were out the window. "Shae, how's applying for colleges going then?" the doctor asked. Eye bright, Shae gave a dazzling smile. "Dr. Arden, it's so nice to see you here tonight." she began. "I haven't decided on which colleges I want to apply for. Honestly, I don't want to apply for them. I'd much rather stay here - stay free."

A commotion occurred causing Shae's attention to again shift from the conversation at hand. Sienna was leaving, her mother was yelling, and a scene was made. Linc rushed off to help their mother get back inside. The details of the argument unbeknownst to her, Shae just stared. After her mother returned inside, it was time for the auction to begin. A bore for Shae, but she stood and waited nevertheless. "Looks like things are about to get underway. It was nice catching up with you, Dr. Arden." Shae said politely before giving the doctor an unnecessary hug and literally prancing away.



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Hearing her mother exhale, as if taking her very first breath made Lincoln curse in his head. Whatever happened between his mother and his father is all Dr. Rose’s fault. As he ushered his mother inside, he felt her mother lean against him. That subtle gesture made him worry. His mother was the epitome of a self empowered woman. Strong and independent. Yet warm and nurturing. Victoria Genovese got balls. Just about the only person who would go head to head with his father.

“I look forward to catching up.”

He just smiled. He’s pretty sure that’s code for Lincoln-Genovese-Are-you-dating-another-Airhead/Scatterbrained-Model? He made a mental note to evade that topic. He let her go, then he added “You’re gonna be ok, right?”

He went to the bar and asked for his Second favourite poison: scotch on the rocks. He thanked the bartender and walked away with his drink. Tilting the glass and hearing the ice clink got him to contemplating. Funny he’s never been a Beer-kinda guy. He’d discovered that early in life. It was his high school senior year and he was invited to a party. One thing led to another and next thing he knew, he was playing beer pong and losing fabulously. He threw up his innards 30 minutes after. Later on, he discovered that he favoured hard drinks. It would seem like his Genovese genes hardwired him to only go for the best.

The auction ended and people were filing to the dining room. He saw his mother going for the bathroom and Kole talking to the beautiful Miss Kalista Ross. The couple disappeared to the gardens. Well what d’ya know ? His boy got game. He grinned at that. His cell beeped. He ignored it. It’s probably Candy asking him where he was.

He walked to the dining table and seated himself next to Dylan. His brother was putting on a very convincing show of smiling and making small talk. However, he could see right through the facade. And being the big brother that he was, he just couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Your girlfriend replied yet?” He asked casually.

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After Sanders had set up her computer, ready to monitor Hitch, Aaron appeared. "Your coffee, Agent Garcia." He said, depositing the cup on the desk. She grinned, picking it up as she headed out of the office. "I'll be in the gun range if anyone wants me, Aaron." She called. Aaron watched as she left. Guns and coffee. You'd know Agent Garcia was stressed.

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Jess lowered her handgun, grinning. It had been too long since she had been out in the field, able to fire her gun at her own will. Some days, when the paperwork was piling high and the case wasn't going so well, she regretted taking on the position of liaison. She missed being able to pull her weapon on the job without having to worry about scaring the office workers or a journalist. She loved working on the Genovese case, but that damn bastard was too careful. The closest she had come to actually being in the field was waiting for the SWAT team after they had searched the restaurant.

Her handgun wasn't venting enough frustration. She slotted it back into her holster and turned around, pulling off her ear protection. She was faced with such a variety of weapons. Her eyes settled on a M15 rifle and she grinned, picking it up. She slotted in a round of ammunition and lifted the rifle, settling the end against her shoulder. She let it drop to her side and strode over to the targets, setting the ear muffs back over her ears. She lifted the rifle back to it's former position and aimed, squeezing the trigger. The bullet pierced the target straight through the heart.

She repeated this a few times, the bullet varying from a headshot to piercing the heart. Sometimes she worried that she was losing her touch- that her place was behind a desk. That was one of the reasons she had put herself forward to go into the gala. She wanted to remind herself that she could handle field work. She wasn't sure if she had proved it to herself. Sure, her aim hadn't deteriorated since the day she had first picked up a handgun in police academy. But she knew it would be different when it was a real person. Someone who had thoughts, emotions, feelings... Jonathon Genovese was still fine to shoot, then.

She fired the rifle one final time, the bullet piercing the target between the eyes. She put down the rifle and pulled off her earmuffs. "Nice shot, Agent Garcia." She turned around. Someone she vaguely recognized as one of the brass of the Organised Crime Unit was standing a safe distance behind her. "Thank you, sir." She replied, setting down the ear muffs. "You miss the field, don't you?" He asked, staring at the battered target. "I do, sir." She didn't look him in the face. "You make a great liaison, Agent Garcia. Don't doubt that." She glanced up. "Anyway, we've had the press hounding us about the raid. We want you to make a statement first thing in the morning. Get yourself together, figure out what you're going to say to them. We've scheduled the press conference for nine in the morning." She nodded and didn't say a word as he left. She then shoved another round into the gun and turned around, not bothering with the ear protection. She fired it, the bullet adding to the holes in the head of the target.

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“Your girlfriend replied yet?” Lincoln asked, a teasing grin on his face. Dylan turned around to face him, raising an eyebrow. "Shut it or I'll change the text on your phone to yellow text on a white background." He retorted, grinning at his brother.

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Almost everyone had gone at this point. He was sure he wouldn't be missed now- and his mother was nowhere to be seen to catch him out. He darted upstairs to his room, not bothering to lock the door. He threw his jacket onto his bed and slid into his seat, lifting his robot onto the desk. He carefully moved the circuit board, and investigated the power connections. It was primarily powered by light. Dylan had managed to track down plans for super-powerful solar panels used by NASA. Once he had the plans, it had been a simple matter to build them. The robot charged whenever it was exposed to light and not in use. If there was sufficient light when it was running, it was able to function perfectly from the solar panels. If the light wasn't sufficient, it ran off of battery power. He carefully probed the wiring. It appeared that one of the wires was touching a contact on one of the minor chips. If he hadn't noticed it, it was possible the whole bot could have malfunctioned, running into a table leg again.

He probed around a little more, looking for more issues with the wiring. He then fired up his laptop, for some reason looking at the webcam he had mounted on the top of the screen. The laptop was top of the range, designed for hackers and computer scientists. It did not, however, have a built-in webcam. It had been a simple matter to hook up the one that sat on top of the screen. He opened up his email as well as a few other programs which would help him to source the mysterious message.

He started into more complicated tracing methods, ones that Theo had taught him and ones that he had discovered by himself. Every single time, an error message came up. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and tried more and more methods. He came no closer to finding out who sent it, but he learned a few things. It looked like the message had bounced through hundreds of servers, and that whoever had sent it could make Anonymous look like a bunch of kids who were learning how to code HTML.

Eventually he gave up on tracing the message and opened up a reply window. He grinned suddenly, a plan coming to mind. If the sender wanted to hear back from him, he'd have to work for it. He typed in his reply.

Findings on bot- few issues with wiring. Found crossed wire which could have made robot malfunction, possibly crashing into a table leg. All sorted.

I don't know who you are. If you're reading this, you sure as hell know your stuff. We've proved ourselves to each other- who are you? And don't just say that you're a friend.


He encoded the message using a code he had created a week ago. Each letter appeared as a random letter or number, according to a set pattern. Finding the pattern would decode the message. It was deceptively simple, but difficult to decode. He sent the message, a grin on his face. He sent the laptop to sleep and began to tinker with the robot.

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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Victoria’s apology made Jonah close his eyes on a relieved sigh, drawing her closer if at all possible, his arms tightening around her narrow waist. His wife wasn’t one for apologies. In fact, she oftentimes seemed to choke on them, so when she did utter one, he knew with every fiber of his being that she was being very sincere. He shook his head a little then, lifting it to press his lips against her temple. “I know, darling,” he then murmured back, his voice quiet and soft just as before. Jonah didn’t even know where he was mentally right now, except that he was with Vicky, and that was exactly what he wanted right now.

In spite of her faults (and his own, but please, no one talked of those), Jonathon loved Victoria more than anything. Hell, they loved each other. She was the gem of his eye, the top priority in his life, right alongside his three troubled, albeit beloved, children. “I need you, Vicky,” he then finally said, his hands caressing her smooth and beautifully arched back as he looked down at her, wanting her to understand how much she meant. “I have always needed you. Why can’t you see that I never want to lose you?” He moved one hand to gently brush his thumb across her jaw, guiding her eyes up to his.

He was referring to one of their many arguments lately. One in which she had accused him of cheating on her… again. It had driven him crazy, but all he really needed her to understand was that she meant too much for him to simply throw her away for the sake of sex with someone who wasn’t her. Why would he even want that? Really. He had been there, he’d done that. Back when he’d had a serious issue with the fact that he’d become a father so early. It had been a brief affair, and he had ended it because young as he was, he had finally realized there was only one woman for him. And he already had her.

He smiled vaguely when she told him she loved him and he leaned his forehead down to rest against hers, enjoying the tranquil, easy mood between them. The conversation might not be easy-going or particularly romantic, but it was all the quiet he could find in this storm they were in. Then, however, he raised an eyebrow at her next sentences. “Why?” he merely asked, curious why his wife would want to hear anything Anthony Rizzy had to say. He had violated her, touched her against her will, and yes, Jonah was going to draw it out, but he probably wouldn’t speak much. It was tempting to cut off his tongue… then his hands. Both of which had technically touched his wife very inappropriately.

The crime boss couldn’t help a short laugh when his darling partner mentioned them maybe doing this more often. He kissed her lips chastely, smiling at her then. “You’re right. You need a new dress though,” he noted, letting go of her briefly to pick up his briefs and pants to bring them back up, closing the belt casually. As his callused hands then finally found her again, one hand moving to gently cup the side of her face, Jonathon looked into her beautiful eyes. The other hand moved behind her to pull her into another embrace as it settled on the small of her back. “It’s generally been too long,” he then added, gently kissing the tip of her nose. “I’ve missed it… I’ve missed you. Missed us; you and I.”

He still had things to do, however, but hey, at least he’d now donned his pants, so that was always something, right? A step on the way, even if he didn’t feel particularly inclined to leave her alone again.

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Victoria didn’t need Jonathon to tell her that he needed him, especially after his physical displays of rapture. Finally. Still, it was consoling and she tucked her chin into her neck and nodded at his words, feeling his hands brush across the strong line of her jaw, lightly pressuring her to look back up into his face. It wasn’t often she saw this Jonathon, her Jonah. There was a glisten to his eyes and a subtle smooth quality to his motions that was far more fluid. He was at ease and not thinking of anything else but them. It made her exhale deeply. Holding her eyes closed again for a moment, she let herself drift into the recollections of several months ago, how right before Theodore had been found out to be such a filthy rat child, Jonah’s brother and Tony had sat her down and confessed that they believed him to be a cheater. Ever since the distance her husband had kept with her, since the incident, since the pressure from law enforcement had been ramped up, her mind had circled viciously back to the accusations. Victoria trusted his brother, she had trusted Tony. But now it seemed…malicious. When she looked through low lids at her husband again, she knew it was a lie.

But then why say it? Why would his own brother tell her that he was cheating?

She asked about Anthony then. She knew that Jonathon would not let her in on that scene, no matter how much she wanted to violate the man, to make him feel the way she felt. Jonathon would not be as swift as he normally was and that justified her stepping aside. She didn’t want to look at the man either. Never again. He had looked so betrayed at her when she’d run away and that stung. How could he have ever thought…? her mind trailed. Jonah turned back to his own inquisition.

“Why?” he asked her lowly, though his tone was not at all accusing. “Because your brother and him told me that you were cheating two months ago. The more I think over it, he’s been trying to turn me against you Jonah, and perhaps your sibling as well. He might have information about people trying to hurt us from within,” she replied lowly, wincing as she thought about the second Genovese brother, currently out of the country and on business in France.

She had wanted to lighten the mood then, turning back to her comments about their rougher bouts of making up. That made him grin and Victoria felt her heart flutter at the sight of her husband so amused. He kissed her and she tried to hold it, but he stepped away to collect his pants and briefs, all hastily discarded at her feet.

“You’re right. You need a new dress though,” Jonah commented. She snorted. “Yes well, it’s not like I have a short supply. I’ll get one of the seamstress’ at the fashion house to fix it. Shouldn’t be that hard,” she replied with a smirk, moving away from the wall to step out of the black silk and jersey, leaving herself in only her underwear for a moment before she stepped towards a small closet beside his desk, collecting a housecoat reserved for days when Jonah spent hours on end in his office without seeing visitors. Slipping it over her shoulders, she turned back to him, letting him hold her cheek in his hand. Victoria smiled, feeling her cheeks dimple as her lips were spread like a Cheshire’s grin.

“It’s generally been too long,” Jonah added. Victoria hummed her agreement, chuckling at he moved to kiss her on the nose. It was a gesture that took her back to when they had first started seeing each other and how playful his affection used to be. Before everything got serious and his father was shot and I was nearly killed and we had children… They had never had the phase like most newlyweds to simply be together without the mundane concerns of babies, family, and serious careers. Victoria had never thought she had needed it until the past few months.

“I’ve missed it… I’ve missed you. Missed us; you and I,” Jonah confessed. “Then quit shoving me out and making me force my way back in,” Victoria teased him, raising an eyebrow as she moved to slide her hands along the sides of his bare and chiseled torso, allowing her thumbs to follow the ridges of his abdominal muscles before she pulled back and slid her fingers up so gently along his sides to tickle him – from hard to soft in a split second, the epitome of who and what she was.

“I think it’s time to get these ridiculous people out of our home,” she concluded, smiling so that her teeth showed.

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Morning After the Gala


The morning light filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, slicing across the floor and onto the mattress, illuminating her frame and the wild splay of red hair behind her. The evening had been cut short for all intents and purposes. While the social aspect of the evening had been set to go into the early morning, Victoria had decided to call it a night early. Her staff had been informed as much and she had retired to her room early and a bath with soft music and lavender to try and relax her mind while Jonathon left with his associates to take care of the business that was Anthony. When she’d gone to bed he still hadn’t been home and now as she rolled over, she wondered if he would be there. They had made up? She was due to have breakfast with Lydia, a quick text having confirmed that. Kole was also in the house still, having spent the night. He had plans to take Dylan and his dog to Central Park for the morning, a thought that made her smile. She missed having her adoptive son around to do those things for her, and with Dylan. He had still looked troubled however. She hadn’t had time to ask Jonathon why that was. For all that she smiled as she pulled herself from bed and moved to the wide and luxurious ensuite bathroom, her mind was wound up in concerns for her children – as it was most mornings given that she had essentially four children to worry about. Her husband would have a morning gym session undoubtedly and today she didn’t want to join him. Let him get out the aggression. Let him talk to Linc and Rome and the boys.

Getting herself ready was a quick routine. Victoria left her hair in a soft tumble of curls over her left shoulder, washed her face and put on fresh makeup before doning a yellow sleeveless shirt and dark skinny jeans. She would be doing errands later and wanted the mobility of pants for once. As she took the stairs to the kitchen to see to preparing breakfast for herself and her guest, the house was quiet. The extra staff were gone, with only two maids cleaning, and Pierre present. The security personnel were outside and out of sight. She didn’t like them in the house lately. They made her paranoid. Nate assured her they were to be trusted, all contracted former military personnel. Still, she didn’t like that she needed so many guards. The silence she welcomed instead, wanting nothing but a quiet breakfast with a close friend and perhaps the glimpse of her children or her husband before she had to leave for the fashion house and business management issues – things she was taking on in the interim until they had hired someone to replace Tony.

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese Character Portrait: Lydia Arden
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Both Dylan and Linc had replied to Lydia's greeting politely. The may not have been brought up in house with a white picket fence and a Labrador, and their family certainly did not abide by typical family values, but the children had still been brought up well. They had good manners and they were genuinely nice children; more than likely as a result of Victoria's talent as a mother, which had always been a strength of hers.

But Charlee's response dragged Lydia's thoughts quickly away from the other two and Victoria's skills as a parent. Her eyes became even brighter as her pupils dilated further, unnaturally so. Her smile stretched across her young face, pearly white teeth beaming out at Lydia. "Dr. Arden, it's so nice to see you here tonight. I haven't decided on which colleges I want to apply for. Honestly, I don't want to apply for them. I'd much rather stay here - stay free." The girl's tone was fast and jumpy, as if she was lacking control. There was something very wrong with Charlee.

The girl's attention quickly shifted, flitting away, as if she had no ability to focus on any one thing for a long period of time. Charlee's eyes glazed over as she stared blankly at the commotion between Victoria and Sienna Rose. Lydia probably would've paid more attention to her friend's argument, had she not been so concerned about Charlee. Linc left to aid his mother. Usually, Lydia would've gone to her friend, but she was glad Linc had gone instead, so she could continue to watch Charlee. In the background, she heard Victoria announce the start of the auction.

Suddenly, Charlee turned back to Lydia. "Looks like things are about to get underway. It was nice catching up with you, Dr. Arden." Completely out of the blue, Charlee flung her arms around Lydia in a hug, which Lydia reciprocated, confused. She'd known Charlee for many years, and this behaviour was not like her at all. Lydia watched the girl prance away, concern and worry painted across her features.

Evidently, Dylan had noticed the doctor's concern. He raised his eyebrows as he watched Charlee leave. "I apologize for Shae, Dr. Arden. Every so often she just acts like this, a little out of character." So even Dylan was noting it to be unusual, Lydia concluded. Lydia was almost certain it was drugs. The only other explanation for Charlee's strange behaviour would be a selection of rare and complex medical conditions, that you would never expect to find in someone Charlee's age. But Lydia couldn't determine the drug just from her behaviour. It was clearly some kind of stimulant, and the doctor had a few guesses at which, but she couldn't be certain. Lydia knew she couldn't just leave it, she was going to have to do something. But she didn't want to go straight to Victoria, not when Charlee had been through so much. She didn't need The Victoria Inquisition if there was a perfectly reasonable explanation or if it was just a one time thing she was trying out. But equally, Lydia couldn't just assume that. She had to test Charlee. But before the doctor could get any further in her plan, her thoughts were interrupted by Dylan speaking.

"I expect you're busy at the moment, especially after the explosion earlier. I saw it on the news," the youngest Genovese said.

Lydia nodded and smiled sadly. She didn't want to reveal too many details to Dylan, especially considering the full details hadn't even been released to the media yet, and she hadn't had a chance to speak to Victoria about it. "Yeah, it was a horrible explosion. We've been rushed off our feet," she told him, being purposefully non-specific with the details.

Finally, everyone took their seats for the auction, something Lydia was quite pleased about. Firstly, she hadn't realised how tired she was until Dylan had mentioned it. But now he'd said something, she could feel the exhaustion washing in waves over her body. She'd had been up since early that morning, dealing with the explosion victims. She'd been working constantly all day, not even taking a lunch break so she'd have everything done in time to leave early that evening for Victoria's Gala. And, now, she was exhausted. Secondly, because the auction meant everyone had to be quiet. Which meant Lydia managed to avoid some idle rich person starting a conversation with her about something she really didn't want to talk about. Though Lydia had known the Genovese's for a lot of years and had been coming to their parties for as long, she wasn't really part of their world. Lydia worked for a living, she lived alone and she wasn't especially rich. She had gradually learnt to pick up their social graces and customs over the years, but there was still a huge, glaring difference between her and them. She always felt slightly uncomfortable under these situations, even though she'd been time and time before. She knew she didn't fit in here, and the effort it took to appear like she did was exhausting.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. The auction happened, Victoria spoke before disappearing off God knows where. They'd eaten, which had been particularly painful as Lydia had been seated opposite a recently divorced businessman in his late fifties, who'd spent most of dinner staring at her breasts in a rather nauseating fashion. And to Lydia's left had been a elderly couple who talked incessantly about the Gala they were hosting the following weekend which was going to better anything Victoria had achieved tonight. Frankly, Lydia had been exceptionally grateful when she'd heard everyone was being sent home early.

The taxi ride home was short, but it was there that Lydia had received a message to her cell.

Dr. Lydia – Charlee Shae on pills, not sure what. She needs help.

It had come from an unknown number, but more worryingly, they seemed to have sensitive information about the Genovese daughter. At first, Lydia had considered asking the driver to turn around and go straight back to the Genovese mansion so she could speak to Victoria or Jonathon about it. What if the message meant Charlee was in danger from someone else? Lydia still remembered that horrendous time when the children had been kidnapped. Victoria was still paranoid about it happening again. But then Lydia reread the message. The author had asked Lydia to help Charlee. There had been no threat against her, or even threatening undertones to the message. In fact, all it had done was to ask for help. If anything, the sender was trying to help Charlee, not hurt her. But this brought Lydia to a final conclusion. She was going to find Charlee tomorrow and she was going to get blood from the girl, no matter how many elaborate lies she would have to tell and stories she would need to fabricate. There was no way she could ignore it any longer, or make excuses for the teenager. Charlee really needed her help.

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The Morning After the Gala


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Though Lydia was used to unsocial hours and little sleep, getting up that morning had been a task. After exchanging a couple of texts with Victoria to negotiate breakfast around half eight, Lydia eventually managed to get up. She'd showered, drying and quickly styling her hair. She quickly put on a pair of simple, blue skinny jeans and a loose, white jumper, taking little care over the outfit as she knew she would be changing for her shift at the hospital later that day. She lightly applied a little natural make-up and picked up her bag before catching driving across to the Genovese mansion.

The breakfast that morning was primarily to see her friend and catch up, it seemed like such a long time since they'd last been able to find space in their busy lives just to sit down without distractions or other things they should be doing instead and just talk. Lydia also knew she needed to talk to Victoria about the explosion victims. She'd meant to find her friend after the Gala last night and have a discreet word with her about it, but Lydia had been informed by the staff that Victoria had retired to bed early, and so Lydia decided she would just discus it that morning instead. The doctor was still debating as to whether she should broach the subject of Charlee. She knew, by right, she should tell Victoria that she had suspicions and she was planning to run some tests on the girl. It was her daughter, after all. But, on the other hand, if the tests came back clear or there was some other explanation, Lydia would've worried Victoria unnecessarily and caused Charlee more problems than she needed right now. Glancing back over the text from the mysterious stranger last night as she parked in the Genovese's driveway, Lydia came to the conclusion that she would run her tests first. But she promised herself if it came back positive, she would definitely speak to Victoria, without hesitation.

As Lydia approached the mansion, she was instantly greeted by security. The Genovese's had always had diligent security staff, but it seemed every time she came round their collection had increased in size and intensity. Lydia didn't recognise the man on the door, but he'd clearly been pre-warned she was coming. He took a step forward to meet her before she reached the door and looked her up and down very carefully, as if checking her against a description he'd been given.

Finally, he greeted her. "Dr Arden," he said, opening the door for her and letting her into the foyer, "Please wait here, I'll let Mrs Genovese known you've arrived," he told her formally.

Lydia noted the moment he stepped inside, another guard replaced him watching the door, and another guard stepped into position beside her when he left to find Victoria, watching Lydia to make sure she didn't do anything. Previously, the Genovese's security team had made her feel safe. But now, they were just daunting and a little unnerving.

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“My boy’s all grown up.” Lincoln said dramatically. Knowing full well that Dylan is more interested in computer chips than girls at the moment. Then he got serious, "You'll tell me if something's wrong, will you?"

*The Morning After the Gala*

Lincoln climbed up the steps to the Genovese mansion. Nodding to the guards, he pushed the front door and let himself in. It’s amazing that he can still walk after spending the night with Candy. If sex was food, that girl would be morbidly obese. Unfortunately, she ruined it by hinting that she wants to take their relationship to the next level. He knew right there he had to call it quits. He sighed, now he needs another outlet to release his extra energy. He pulled out his phone, loving the white text on black background, he texted Jared:

“hey u n town yet? Or r u stuck @ the senior ctzen’s lane?”

With that he hit send. He liked that guy ever since Jared pounded his guts when he was training him.

He then spotted Dr. Arden, he’d very much like to shower and change his clothes first. Taking in his wrinkled dress shirt and linty trousers, he decided she wouldn’t mind. The good doctor is family. He remembered the doc’s actions towards Shae at the Gala. He had a theory but he wanted a professional’s point of view. Now is a good time to probe.

“Good morning Dr. Arden! You’re looking mighty fine as usual. Forgive my appearance, I .... uh.... just got in. Would you like to join me for breakfast?” Lincoln said as he offered his arm.