Parker rushed out of the building. The air was cool and brushed against her hair. "End of the line," the man rang out. He pressed the gun to her chest. "Where do you want it?" he said. "The eye? The head? I can adapt," his smile was missing a few teeth. He leaned her over his knee and kissed her, he was too close and too far.
He whirled her away, she grabbed the rim of the building.
They were 200 feet up, she had no equipment. Her com had been destroyed moments before her cover had been blown. The man held his gun to her forehead. "Say goodbye."
"Goodbye," a raspy voice echoed from the darkness. There was a flash of black and brown. Elliot Spencer was there, Parker took a breath. He threw a punch to the man's forehead and grabbed his arm. Elliot flipped him over his shoulder and into the staircase.
Despite his tiny body the man was strong, physically and mentally. He looked at Parker. "Are you ok?" his voice made her skin prickle.
"Yeah," she said. "That guys a sicko, he tried to kiss me."
"He did what?" Elliot's eyes flashed red and he picked the man up, which was no easy task as he was easily over 300 pounds, and pushed him to the edge. Parker broke out of her stupor and grabbed his arm.
"Eliot no!"
"Just say the word Parker," he snarled. "Just say the word…"
"Eliot NO!" she pulled his arm which was like steel in her fingers. He trembled slightly. "Eliot NO! You can't do this!"
"Why the hell not?" he growled, his bright eyes shimmering in the moonlight.
"Because…" she said with a tear in her eyes, he softened just slightly before flinging the man down the staircase. "Thank you…" rain began to trickle down.
"Great," the man rasped. "I just love a walk home through the rain, Parker move." She stood in front of the door, completely aware Eliot could fling her aside like a rag doll if enraged. "Parker move."
"Why were you going to do that?" she quizzed. The man turned away, trying not to shake in the icy rain that stung his skin. "Why Eliot?"
"I was protectin' you," he responded and she grabbed his hand. "Parker…"
"Why?" she said. Tears were glinting off of her eyes in the rain that had started to pick up. Water was glistening off of Eliot's hair and making his eyes seem to glow in the darkness.
"Because," he took a shaky breath. "He was gonna hurt you," Eliot turned around and his mouth struggled to form words. "He was gonna hurt you."
"I get hurt," she said. "It's all apart of the job."
"Not that way Parker," he said. "That was different."
"Eliot…"
"It was different…Parker," Elliot was close to her lips. He stank of aftershave, sweat and adrenaline, the thrills of being a hitter. Before she could react his lips barely caressed hers. He glided a hand up her back. "No one…harms my girl," he breathed, her skin began to crawl. The sky broke, rain covered her clothes and body, she let loose a unprovoked shiver. "Cold?" he peeled off his large leather jacket and flipped the wet hair out of his face.
"I'm fine," she said before grabbing both of his wrists. She pulled him in and crushed her lips against his. He ran his fingers through her hair as they fell on the cold granite of the roof top. "Eliot…"
"Yeah," he barely breathed. She moved the hair out of his eyes and looked into his eyes as if she was searching for something.
"What does this mean?"
"I don't know Parker," he kissed her forehead. "I don't know…" that was the last thing he said that night. The rest of the rain fall covered their words, as the two embraced for the rest of the stormy night.