A/N – So a while back I wrote a little Eliot/Parker friendship fic called "People Like Us." This is a sequel to that story, but since there're no real spoilers for anything, it can be read alone. But I wouldn't object if you read "People Like Us" as well. Just sayin :D Please review!

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They spent the first five minutes arguing about how to travel. Parker, ever the impulsive risk taker, wanted to go on foot, literally running against the wind. Eliot, too experienced to be quite as impulsive as Parker, voted for Parker's car. He maintained it was easier to get away if need be, but Parker just rolled her eyes. As they rounded the sixth minute, a compromise was finally reached.

Parker squealed loudly in delight as they whipped down the street on Eliot's motorcycle, one arm wrapped around his waist, the other raised out behind her, coursing with the wind. The helmet he made her wear prevented her hair from flying like she wanted it to, but Eliot had been so adamant about her safety that she only argued for a minute before conceding. At Eliot's happy shout of "hold on!" Parker wrapped her other arm around his waist and clasped her hands together tight as they rounded a corner faster than she thought possible without falling from the sky.

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When they finally came to a stop, they were both flushed and breathing hard, adrenalin pumping. Removing her helmet, Parker hopped off the bike and swayed unsteadily, legs still wobbly from the unfamiliar seating. Eliot dismounted gracefully, smirking slightly as he hung their helmets on the bike handles. Parker looked around with curiosity, nothing looked familiar.

"Where are we?"

Eliot grinned, "Just past the city limit."

"But there's nothing here!" exclaimed Parker. "How are we supposed to break the law when there's nothing to break it with?" She pouted and Eliot laughed.

"I wasn't really thinking," he confessed, "Just felt good to drive fast without anywhere to go."

Parker nodded, understanding. She looked around, but all that surrounded them were old grassy fields, long unused. She laughed as she realized that the road they arrived on had been dirt for some time.

"Didn't know there was any grass left around here." She commented. Something suspiciously like anger flashed in Eliot's eyes, but she knew it wasn't meant for her. He was in his own head again. But he just shrugged.

"There's not much. Used to be some farmland here, well as much as farm can be called in a city anyway. Still, I thought it'd be a good place to think about what illegal activity we want to get up to."

Parker looked at him with an expression she was usually on the receiving end of. "You want to think about which law to break? What kind of criminal are you?"

Eliot rolled his eyes before plopping down on the cool grass, stretching out to look up at the sky. "The kind that's broken every law already. Not sure what's left."

"Good point." Parker shrugged and stretched out beside him, frowning as she looked up. "Can't see any stars."

"Nope," Eliot agreed, with a tone that suggested more annoyance than his single word statement implied. But Parker didn't press the issue, comfortable with the silence.

"So, what do we do?" she asked, absently pulling blades of grass out of the ground.

Eliot grunted beside here, which she took to mean he didn't know.

"Ooh! We could steal a car! That's always fun."

Eliot shrugged, "Yeah, but it's a hassle. And done it too many times."

"We couuuulld, we could blow something up!" Parker was positively giddy with the thought.

Eliot laughed, slightly wary, "We could, I guess. But I don't carry explosives with me. You got any?"

Parker furrowed her brow, "Only a little C4… not enough to do anything major."

"Only a little C4…" Eliot trailed off, suddenly wondering how he ended up in a field in the middle of the night with an explosion prone thief. And wondering where she was hiding the C4.

"Well, do you have any suggestions?" Parker asked, a little annoyed.

"Not really. I'm alright here." He stretched to emphasize his contentment. But Parker was not so easily placated. She hopped up to rest on her knees beside Eliot, poking him in the ribs, ignoring the growl of irritation it caused.

"But you said you were restless too! Said people like us have too much energy." She crossed her arms across her chest, waiting for his explanation. Rolling his eyes, Eliot sat up, pulling her back down from her knees to sit beside him.

"It's true. But even people like us need to be still once in a while. Not for long maybe, but once in a while."

"I don't like being still," Parker sighed.

"I know," Eliot laughed, "But just try it for five minutes. And then I promise we'll go break the law."

"Fine."

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Exactly one minute later, Parker jumped to her feet in annoyance.

"Oh, come on!" She bounced in anticipation, "It's been long enough."

Eliot just shook his head, knowing he wouldn't win, and stood up slowly.

"Alright."

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They drove back to the city within the speed limit, which disappointed Parker at first. But as the drive went on, she realized how close she was to Eliot, pressed lightly into his back, arms around his waist, and she realized she wasn't bothered by it at all. In fact, it felt nice. She also noticed Eliot was much more relaxed than usual, not bothered by her proximity at all. And he was smiling; a wide content grin she could easily see him wearing as he rode a horse back on whatever farm he came from. The thought made her laugh as she tried to picture what Eliot might have been like as a kid, before he became the man he was. All she could imagine was a blue eyed boy with wild hair, riding that horse as fast as it would allow. Feeling a sudden rush of something that she was vaguely aware must be affection, she leaned her head into Eliot's shoulder in a kind of hug, happy when he didn't tense up, just laughed and drove on.

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They ended up standing in front of Eliot's apartment, still trying to figure out what to do.

"We could rob a bank vault?" Eliot suggested half-heartedly.

"Too easy."

"Anything new and shiny you wanna swipe from somewhere?"

Parker considered, "No. Nothing around here anyway."

"We could go scam some pool players out of money." Parker suggested.

Eliot snorted, "First off, I've seen you play pool. Secondly, I'm not in the mood for a bar fight tonight."

"You're always in the mood for a bar fight! Except that one time with the lesbians I guess," Parker trailed off laughing.

"I'm not just a ball of violence, Parker." He said it lightly, mocking himself, but even Parker could hear the underlying fear that he thought that's what people thought of him.

"I know that. You can cook too." Parker smiled at him earnestly, trying to help. When he still looked off, she continued.

"And you're pretty." Eliot looked up in surprise. Of all the things she could have said, that was the last thing he expected.

"Men aren't pretty."

"Well, you are. And you're clearly a man. So, men can be pretty." She nodded, still smiling encouragingly.

Eliot gave up, "Ok. Men can be pretty. And, thanks, I guess." Parker shrugged, she was only stating fact after all. And then she yawned widely, surprising herself.

"I'm sleepy," she stated, as if confused by the notion.

Eliot laughed, "Yeah, riding will do that to you if you're not used to it. Not sure why, but it does. Plus, your adrenalin's wearing off."

Parker frowned slightly, "But we didn't break any laws, besides speeding, and now I'm tired and law abiding! Not cool."

Eliot had to smile at her rant. He paused as he realized just how much she had made him smile and laugh that night. But the thought just made him smile again.

"Come on."

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Eliot grabbed Parker's hand, trying to ignore the curious tingle that passed through his skin at the contact. That couldn't lead anywhere good. He led them to the edge of the sidewalk and after looking both ways, tugged her across the street diagonally, then turned them around led them back across to stand in front of his apartment once again.

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"There" he said, releasing her hand, only somewhat reluctantly.

Parker stared at him as if he were crazy, "There what? We just crossed the street!"

"We jaywalked. Twice. That's illegal."

Parker was stunned into silence for a moment before responding. "But. But we do that all the time!"

Eliot laughed, "Well, we are bad guys."

Parker glared, raising a hand to smack him on the chest, but he caught it before she could.

"And you call me violent," he drawled, amusement evident in his voice. Parker, finally realizing the humor in the situation, broke into giggles.

"It's been a strange night," she said when the giggles subsided. Eliot nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. Alright, c'mon, I'll bring you home."

Yawning again, Parker sighed, "I'm too sleepy. Can't I just stay here? You have a couch right?"

Eliot was surprised. When had his night become a sleepover with Parker? But he found he couldn't deny her when she looked up at him with those big hazel eyes, looking completely sane and extremely tired. So he shrugged.

"Sure. Got an extra bedroom. Sheets and everything."

Parker smiled, "cool."

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More than an hour later, Eliot lay in bed, wide awake, ridiculously aware of how close Parker was, even though she was two full rooms away. Conflicting thoughts ran through his head. Parker was crazy. But she was also fun. She was a little too impulsive, but she was also more considerate than they realized. She was a little too wild, but she also felt warm and good wrapped around him as they rode the motorcycle. She was dangerous, but then, so was he. And yeah, she was slightly emotionally impaired, but lord was she beautiful, especially when she smiled. Growling at himself in frustration, Eliot pressed a pillow into his face, trying to block out all the distracting thoughts. And then he heard the knock.

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Parker opened Eliot's bedroom door slowly, peeking in. When she saw he was awake and had seen her, she walked in. She took a moment to appreciate Eliot's shirtless-ness before questioning him.

"I can't sleep. Can I stay here with you?"

Eliot visibly caught his breath as he caught sight of her, wearing her shirt and panties, and nothing else.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Parker."

"Why not? You obviously can't sleep either, so we can keep each other company until we fall asleep." She smiled softly.

Eliot groaned, "That's what I'm afraid of."

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Parker ignored him and walked to the bed, crawling in beside him, pulling the covers to her waist. "See? No big deal. So, why can't you sleep?"

Eliot hedged, "Why can't you sleep?"

Parker laughed, "I tried. But then I kept thinking about having sex with you."

Eliot blinked, "What?"

Parker continued as if he hadn't spoken. "You're warm and strong, and I liked being so close to you when we were riding. And you have nice lips. I wanna kiss you."

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Eliot was having a mini panic attack. Parker was in his bed, telling him she wanted to have sex with him, listing his good qualities as if she had a checklist, all while being maddeningly close to him, smelling sweeter than should be possible for the night they'd had. Shaking himself out of it, Eliot shrugged and gave up. He would never win.

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"I was thinking about you, too. That's why I couldn't sleep," he admitted softly. Parker grinned and ran a hand down his chest.

"Good." she laughed when he shivered at her touch. "Now, kiss me."

Eliot complied, pressing his lips to hers but keeping their bodies apart, still trying to maintain some sort of self control. But Parker was having none of it.

"That was nice, but you can do better." She grinned cheekily at him and slung a leg around his waist.

Eliot growled low, rolling to press her firmly against the mattress and muttered, "Damn straight," before crashing his lips onto hers.

THE END – maybe

A/N – I'm putting this up as complete for now, but I might continue it, to like what will happen back at the office… but I'm not sure yet. And, no, there probably won't be any mature scenes, since we've established I don't like writing them, lol. But, you never know, I change my mind constantly.

This didn't come out like I thought it would, lol. It was supposed to be like a page long, with these two doing something ridiculous and then moving on. But somehow it turned into a romance thing. I don't know. Hope you liked it! If you did, let me know, there may be more, 