[A/N: Okay so I re-wrote the last part of this so people can relax,the next chapter was going to be based around the ending of this one]
They were gone,they have been for a while,the two of them were the only ones left. He made a promise to protect her and here they were once again running for their lives. This mad man was more then they could handle,he should have known the moment he accepted the job,he should have know that it was to much for them to handle. "It's not your fault Nate." Sophie kept telling him,over and over for the first year,he couldn't help but to blame himself. Shortly after they disappeared their bodies were found along the shore of a river. He watched it on the news with her by his side,he still hasn't come to terms with losing the three of them. He misses them;Parker's silly questions and the boys arguing about the little things. All of that is gone now it's just the two of them. Nate wants to protect her,she's his wife he has to,it's his job as her husband to protect her but this time he doesn't think he can,so far hiding out in Jamaica has worked,they have been safe for two months now,but he knows it won't last too long.
"It's so hot." She complains as she struggles against the sheets waking him from his sleep.
"The fan is on,the door is open,the breeze is coming in,it's all in your mind." He says sleepily as he closes his eyes back over.
"Nate..." She lets his name hang the air as he opens his eyes again.
"Sophie..." He does the same bringing a smile to his lips. Laying on his stomach he takes a look at the clock on the night stand. Two in the morning. Far to early for his liking.
"This is the problem with staying on a boat,there is no air conditioning." She sounded like she was frustrated.
Propping himself on his elbows he turns to look at her. "Darling,relax." He says quietly as she turns locking her brown hues with his blue halos.
"That's easier said then done,it's hot,stuffy,and I feel like I can't breath in this boat." He laughs,she glares at him. "What's so funny?"
"You," He laughs again. "Come here,beautiful." He reaches across and pulls her into his arms,giggles rise from her which makes him smile.
"This isn't helping you know." She doesn't try to move away from him but relaxes at the feel of safety his arms provide.
"Liar."
"Oh shush,don't ruin the moment."
He gets quiet again and soon she notices the steadiness of his breathing and knows he is asleep again,she follows shortly after,able to relax against the feel of his arms around her,the feel of being safe even if danger lies just around the corner.
Some where along the Miami coast of Florida the Madman is furious. His prey has vanished,he lost track of them over four months ago and has had no word from of his men that they have been spotted. He slowly sips a glass of whiskey as he stands on his balcony staring out at the water. He let the others get away,he had them taken care of but this two,Nate and Sophie,they were the worst so far. They fought back,killed two of his men in the process,he knows one thing though;they are willing to do anything for one another. He spins the liquid around in the glass,he appears calm on the outside but deep down he is boiling over with hate and rage waiting to take it out on them,he wants them dead and he won't stop until he gets what he wants. His green eyes search the horizon,it's early in the morning and he knows that someone out there,his prey is sleeping,waiting for him to show them to their fate,a fate that he wants to uphold for them. The gentle breeze tosses the top of his hair,rolling his eyes he should have gotten that hair cut last week. The foot steps behind him and the way they shuffle tells him he is about to be told bad news...again.
"Sir?" One of his men calls out to him.
He turns,raises a brow as he moves to fix his blonde hair. "What?" his tone an angry tone.
"They have reported that there is still no sign of the Fords,anywhere."
His expression turns into one of anger as he flings his half full glass of whiskey into a wall sending glass and amber gold liquid everywhere. "What about the damn boat!" He yells forcing the other man to flinch slightly.
"Well sir...it sunk off the coast about seven months ago,you were there,remember?"
"You're right,I was there...Get someone in here to clean this mess up." He returns his sight to the water,mind full of anger and rage over the missing couple.
The sun light brings morning far to soon for the two of them. She groans the moment sun light comes through the door they left open throwing light across the bed and over her. Rolling over she hides her face in the skin of his chest,he doesn't move,he's far to content with how they were. After she falls back asleep the sounds of Reggae music woke him an hour later,he recognizes the song to be She's Royal. Opening his eyes, he smiles staring at her as she sleeps,as the music ends outside he stays quiet listening to the sounds coming from children playing and people laughing. For a moment Nate almost forgets they are on the run,he presses his lips to the skin of her shoulder and waits to see if it wakes her.
"The door is open." She says quietly opening her eyes to look at him.
"So." His voice the same low volume as hers.
A knocking forces him up out of the bed as he peaks out towards the door.
"Mister Gibson!" A young boy calls to him as Nate smiles.
"What's wrong Jimar,everything okay?" The sun blinds him as he uses his hand to block it.
"Yes,everything is fine,my father says to ask if you and Mrs Gibson will be joining us for the barbecue later on this evening."
Looking back to Sophie she sits up nodding with a smile."Abbie says we will."
"Okay Mister Gibson I will let him know." The boy runs off across the makeshift deck to his parents who wave as Nate waves back.
"Cute Kid." Sophie says as she gets up from the bed stretching.
"Yeah,he is. For some reason he is attached to us." He smiles and grabs a white button up shirt to toss on with his knee high swimming trunks that have a tropical pattern to them.
"Well Nate,he's eight and doesn't have any siblings,his father is working all the time and you pay him a lot of attention,teaching him about your new boat,fishing,the stars. He looks up to you." She smiles but it fades when she notices his frown.
"They use to look up to me too,or at least I thought they might have." He looks down remembering it's only been a few years since they lost the other three.
Immediately she moves to him and makes him look at her. "Darling,they did,as much as none of us said it they loved you,you loved them. Nothing will change that even if they are not here with us."
He gives a small smile. "And you?"
She smiles and brushes her lips lightly against his."And I love you and loved them like they were my own."
"Soph,you know he is looking for us,so far we have been safe,but there is no telling how long this will last."
She sighs. "Let's not worry about that,let's just enjoy the day,and have fun at Jimar's barbecue besides we promised to take him out on the boat remember?"
His smile grows wider. "I remember,let's go." He waits for her to change,she puts on a pair of shorts and a button up blue shirt over her swimming top. Taking her hand they make their way onto the deck and into the sun as Jimar runs over.
"Mister Gibson do we go now?" He asks jumping up and down with excitement.
"Jimar,did you talk to your father? and call me Luke." The boy nods.
"He said it is fine,you can ask him yourself."
"We believe you sweetheart." Sophie speaks up nudging Nate's shoulder.
"I have my bag all ready to should be back in time for my fathers barbecue?" He asks as Nate nods.
"We have to get some supplies would you like to go with us?" Nate asks as Sophie watches a smile curling her lips.
"Yes Mister- I mean yes Luke,I want to go with you and Abbie to the stores!"
Tossing the boys bag onto the boat he locks it and leads the way off the deck. "Okay we will be out on open water in an hour if we hurry." The boy jumps with excitement as he grabs on to Sophie's hand as they walk towards the town to buy what they need for a day out on the water.
As the sun rises,the madman is still furious there have been no signs of the couple anywhere in the United States. This is when he realizes they are no longer in the states,they have to be some where else. "Isaac! Get in here now!" He yells for one of his men.
The man stumbles into the room. "What's wrong sir did you spell your drink on the carpet again?"
The madman growls."No,I want you to find the Ford's for me,look every where and not just the states,they have to be hiding some where. Do not come back unless you have results for me."
"Understood sir." Isaac turns on his heels and walks out the room. He hates being controlled by this man and one day he will show him how much he hates it. He just had to wait for the right moment,first he would deal with the Fords.
In the small town of White Mountain Alaska a small house fitted for three is decked out with all kinds of gear and machines a person can think of.
"When do we let them know we are okay" A young thief asks her two companions.
"It's to dangerous right now,we show up,he turns the heat up on them." Eliot sighs taking his seat next to Hardison.
"Ay man,they are on the move again,so far by them hiding out in Jamaica,he has no clue where they are."
"Good,if things get to bad for them,we will help...for now we keep our distance." The hitter responds to Hardison.
"I miss them though,it was weird to watch them at our funeral,like when Sophie was a ghost." Parker smiles at the memory.
"She wasn't dead Parker!" The boys tell her in unison as they watch the various screens tracking the mastermind and Grifter.
[A/N:Alright so here is the introduction. I took the time to just introduce the main people in the story. The madman,who do you think he is? Tell you a secret,even I don't know yet lol. I hope you guys enjoy this and let me know what you think,all reviews are greatly appreciated!]