A/N This one was done on a dare... the prompt was the break Eliot, to put him in a position where he couldn't save himself...so on that note PLEASE remember this is more about Eliot's struggle than the actually situation, that is why the situation is very vauge and the details are nearly non existant...it turned out to be a lot longer than I expected...Eliot/Aimee
Promise Ch1.- Unexpected Visitor
Eliot Spencer fished for his keys in the pocket of his hoodie. He'd gone out for a long run. It wasn't his preferred method of exercise, but he really just wanted to get his blood flowing and his muscles warmed up to start the day. He didn't think that simple task warranted a trip to the gym with the uncertainty he'd even find a sparing partner once he got there. He took the stairs two at a time until he reached the door to the place he liked to call home. It wasn't much, but he didn't really spend a whole lot of time there. 90 minutes a night to sleep and the occasional home cooked meal for himself here or there, the rest of the time he was at Nate's working or watching a game, or out on a job. As he pushed the door open, he did his customary visual sweep of the place. When a person had done some of the things Eliot had, they could never be too careful. Once satisfied the apartment was safe, he tossed his keys on the counter and pulled off his fingerless gloves and set them next to the aforementioned keys. One hand reached over his head to grasp a handful of his sweatshirt and tug it from his body, pulling both his t-shirt and wife beater with it. The articles of clothing dropped to the floor as he continued his way across his apartment, intent on a nice warm shower. The ponytail came down next with an unceremonious shake of his head and a quick rake through with both hands. He toed out of his tennis shoes next to the couch, stopping briefly to discard his socks as well. He padded the rest of the way into the master bath in his low slung sweats. He let the water run for a few minutes before removing his last piece of clothing and stepping under the spray. His muscles went lax as the warm water eased their tension. He let his head fall back and his breathing even out. The six minutes Eliot took to shower each day were crucial in his functionality. He took exactly three minutes of that time to actually relax. It was the only time he ever let his guard down, but he never told anyone that. He didn't want anyone to know about the time in which he was the most vulnerable. The remaining three minutes were spent psyching himself up for the day ahead and processing everything going on in his life. He managed to do all of that and get clean. There was something to be said for multitasking.
He stood in his kitchen in only his jeans. His hair was freshly straightened and fell in his face for the third time as he continued to chop a tomato for his lunch. He wiped one hand across his thigh and with a frustrated grunt he brushed his hair back, again. Before the tomato grabbed his attention again, there was a knock at the door. The all too familiar tension crept back into his body and his spine stiffened. He wasn't too keen on visitors, especially those of the unexpected kind. He slipped the knife into his back pocket for easy access if need be. He approached the door as quietly as possible and peered though the peephole. His brow furrowed as he saw a familiar and for the most part non-threatening face on the other side of the door. Aimee. It was still up in the air whether the only woman a guy ever loved, and then subsequently ran out on, was threatening. By the look of distress on her face, Eliot decided if anything, something was threatening her, so he cautiously opened the door.