Eli knew that the press would be on the look-out for anyone connected in some way to Peter Florrick. He just wanted a simple dinner out with Natalie, but that wasn't going to happen. He wandered down the cold, winter street in New York to Natalie's apartment block. He rang the buzzer, and waited for her to answer.
"Hello? Is that you, Eli?" She asked.
"Yes, it is. Can I come up?" He replied. She buzzed the door open, and Eli walked up the stairs quickly. He knocked on her door, and waited. As the door opened, Natalie appeared like a vision of beauty. Eli gasped.
"Wow." He whispered.
"What?" She replied.
"You look...amazing." Eli said as he walked into her apartment.
"Thanks." She looked at her feet, feeling quite embarrassed by Eli's compliment.
"Where do you want to eat tonight?" She asked.
"I don't mind." Eli replied. "We just have to be careful for photographers, because of the last case."
"Yes. That's true. It's probably best if we stay in." She replied. She edged closer to him on the couch. Almost subconsciously, their hands joined in-between them. Neither seemed to notice, and they carried on talking. Only when they stood up to get some take-out menus did they notice.
"Oh...um. I didn't-I didn't notice." Natalie stuttered as she released her grip on Eli's hand.
"It's ok." He replied, taking her hand in his once more. "I like it."
They wandered into the Kitchen, and opened a drawer which Natalie kept stocked with Take-out menus.
"Indian? Chinese? Pizza?" Natalie read out as she dug through the drawer.
"Pizza sounds good." Eli replied. While she ordered, Eli removed his tie and undid the first two buttons on his shirt. Natalie joined him in the Lounge and sat down next to him. She took his hand in hers.
"Eli-" Eli cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. After she recovered from the initial shock, she began to kiss him back. They didn't stop until the doorbell rang with the take-out. Natalie pulled away.
"I'll go-um. I'll go get the take-out."