Advice

Advice
By Mermaidman and Barnacle Boy
(AKA Kappagirl and Jlm121)

I'm angry. I'm so angry I am voluntarily standing outside the PCPD debating what to do. And wondering if I should do anything in the first place.

In the second place, I have to know where he gets off. Kissing her.

Kissing.

Her.

Why her.

Okay, I know why her.

And something is wrong with this picture.

Do I have the right to feel this way?

She's not mine.

Like hell she's not.

I exhale. She's not technically mine. I'll be the first to admit I'm possessive. I can almost hear her laugh at that admission, Followed by the inevitable. "You think?"

I am standing outside the PCPD chuckling. Yeah, this doesn't look suspicious at all Alexis is my friend and my lawyer. I can be concerned about her personal life. About her kissing the police commissioner.

So now what? Do I go in and throw down in front of the Commissioner? Challenge him to a duel? Demand to know his intentions? I will admit there is just the slightest temptation to wait in an alley and rough him up, but I remind myself this isn't Bensonhurst.

Besides Alexis would kill me.

I decide a simple conversation is the best solution, and head up the steps. Still no idea how I'll explain why I'm there.

I am all too familiar with the layout of the PCPD. I reach his office and am reminded of a conversation years ago when she told me to stay out of her life.

How far we've come.

He's at his desk working on something, and I still haven't figured out how to approach this situation. I suddenly feel like a teenager again, looking to confront the boy who just kissed my girl.

She's not my girl.

She's not.

And she'd kill me if she heard me describing her as a girl.

But I have this overwhelming urge to find out what's going on and to yank the police commissioner out of his chair by his lapels.

"Sonny? Are you lurking out there for any reason?"

I almost turn around and leave. This isn't my business and I really shouldn't be here.

"Sonny?"

He's seen me.

"Uh, Commissioner Scorpio."

"To what do I owe this honor?"

The head of steam I worked up coming over here is gone. Now I just see this man. With a good job, divorced, ready to make a new start.

"I...uh...wanted to talk to you about Alexis."

He pulls his glasses off his nose and a confused look crosses his face.

"Alexis?"

"Yeah. Alexis."

He looks concerned. "She alright? Did something happen to her?"

"She's fine. I mean, I think she is. I haven't seen her today."

"Ok. I just saw her."

"I know."

Didn't want to admit that.

"Are you having Alexis tailed?"

I ignore his eyes and sit down in front of him. "Does it matter if I am?"
"Does she know?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't think it's any of your business."

"Alexis is my business."

"Alexis is your lawyer."

"What is she to you?"

Time to cut to the chase. This conversation is already awkward enough.

"Alexis is my colleague...my peer..."

I'm looking at him now. I don't want to tip my hand, but I want him to know that I know what happened today.

"You kiss all your colleagues like that? 'Cause I want pictures of you and Taggert for my Christmas card."

He blinks and looks taken aback for a split second.

"She's also my friend."

"What else?"

"What do you mean 'What else?'?"

"Sonny, I really don't have time for this."

"You had time to clench with Alexis in the park, I think you have time for this."

"Careful...don't you have a wife to be thinking about?"

Score one for the Commish.

"Carly's my ex-wife."

"She's living with you again, yes?"

"She's recovering...."

"She's living in your penthouse again."

"Are you having me tailed?"

"Besides kissing Alexis, I did talk to her."

"She's upset?"

"Shouldn't you be asking her that?"

"I'm asking you."

He's starting to piss me off.

"Then I am going to tell you it's none of your business."

"I need to know...."

"Need to know what?"

He's angry with me now.

"Know why I was kissing Alexis? A single woman? Unattached?"

"Do you have intentions?"

"Intentions?"

"Intentions."

"Are you her employer or her father? Funny you don't look like Mikkos Cassadine"

That was a low blow.

What am I doing here? I'm engaging in a pissing contest with the POLICE COMMISSIONER because I'm too scared to knock on her door and just ask. I should have just asked her. The banter alone would have been worth it. This is just humiliating.

"Mac...I'm...sorry for wasting your time."

"I'm not the person you want to be talking to. We both know that."

"Yeah, you're right." I run my fingers through my hair and try to figure a way out of here without looking like a bigger idiot.

"Talk to her."