Elijah works for the FBI's foreign office, he comes to America in order to extradite Katerina Patrova back to her home land but before he can she escapes taking his car in the process. Kat never wanted this life but you make do with what you have, so she did. After her family is brutally murdered after a job goes wrong she's caught leaving the scene, she runs to America hoping an old friend can help her.
While she's there she is found by two civilian cops, Rose and Trevor. She tells them she'll come quietly but just then two sniper shot hit them and Kat is left to flee the scene again. She runs to turn herself in hopes to be better protected in a confined solitary space thinking her 'past' kills will give her enough protection inside the pen.
Elijah is obsessed with figuring out why a girl would kill her family in such a way only to flee to America and kill again. Was she really heartless or was there something else going on. After staring at the files for the millionth time in the last three years he hears his phone ring. He thinks it's his ex Tatia so he ignores it bitterly reaching for his drink instead.
Kat locked in solitary confinement waits to be transported out, her friend having finally come through for her finding out through the signs around the prison and some paid of guards. She's grateful he didn't let her down, he never did before either. At dawn in two days' time during her transfer she would be able to escape with these keys she kept hidden after finding them during her yard time.
Elijah finally picks up his phone after the third call, he answers. "What!" then he realizes he should have checked his caller id. Its work. "We found her." His partner says, "In America, you leave in the morning." Elijah grimaces as he thinks about the flight, he's not a fan. He heads over to his room pulling his suitcase out of the bottom of his bed. There wasn't a lot of places to put things in his one room apartment he thinks, maybe when he gets back he'll move into the cottage his mother left him in her will.
Katerina wakes at five am as is her norm waiting for the guards' to switch duty counting the doors that lock and unlock down the hall leading toward her. She counts four before reaching the one she has the keys too. She doesn't really need to count but she like to do it, it keeps her grounded. She's done a lot of bad things in her past and the silence just reminds her of it so she finds small ways to blow through her time.
He's getting his passport stamped when he looks up to see Katarina's face on the news, a man is doing an interview claiming she wasn't at fault even if he didn't have proof. Elijah can't help it when his gut agrees with him, taking back his passport she walks to the line waiting for his turn on the plane, thankful he can afford to not fly commercial the whole way there.
That night she lies in her cell on her cot wishing there was a window in there to she could see the stars. Her father taught her how to read them as a girl and anytime she felt alone the last few years she looked up at the stars thinking of their faces the last time she saw them. Thinking back she goes back to the last conversations she had with each of her family's keeping them close and changing them to make her smile and them at ease.
He lands clutching at the sides of his seat looking over his right he sees the lady he's been sitting next to smirk at him, he thinks, "Great I can go in guns ablaze hunting for a terrorist but I can't sit down without fear on a plane." He looks to her and says, "It's a perfectly natural phobia." She nods as the lights flicker to remove their seatbelts. He does so waiting or her to pull out her six carry-ons, sometimes he wishes he wasn't such a gentleman. He grabs his one small bag walking toward the door of the plane letting the ladies pass before him as he checks his watch.
"One more day," she thinks to herself smiling a sad smile, she's not she where her friend is planning on taking her after she's out, if she manages the run. She hears a crack in the wall by her bed but thinks nothing of it turning on her side waiting for the guard to bring in her breakfast. "Just like a luxury resort." she thinks sarcastically, her mother always wanted the best for her. She frowns dismissing the thought of her dead family.
Elijah grabs his suitcase of the platform going down the escalator he looks up to see his name on a dry-erase board with an agent impatiently waiting. He smirks as he thinks, first class all the way. He nods towards the man to follow him as he walks passed him. They walk toward the SUV as the man takes out his hand to greet Elijah with a handshake. He shakes his head saying, "I don't do that." The man nods opening the trunk to let Elijah put his one suitcase and carryon in. getting into the passenger side he wishes he knew his way around so he could get there faster and get the pleasantries over with.
Kat finishes her lunch and stets it back by the slit in the door to inform the guard she is done, saying thank you when it disappears through the hole. After an hour or so she hears a knock at the door and isn't sure what to think. She sits up saying quietly, "Enter please." The guard comes in with a body set of cuff and for a moment she fears her escape is thwarted, again she hears the sound of cement breaking behind her bed.
Elijah walked in bracing himself for the suck ups and indifferent comments it's the same anywhere he goes. His father Mikael a legend even in his own mind is known throughout the world for his highly successful career as an agent, always putting the job first. "Leaving the family to rot and worry on their own," he thinks bitterly. He walks past the people lined up to greet him and heads to the warden who smiles delicately at him. He asks to have a moment alone with the girl to which she accepts.
Katerina stands up letting the guard place the cuffs on her legs, waist and wrists while another watches her to make sure she doesn't try anything. After that is done she walks passed all four locks a bit more and she's passed the door headed outwards. Seeing a window she pauses looking out at the blue sky, the guard nudges her forward telling her to hurry because she has a guest. The other looks at her and says, "A hot one."
Elijah has been granted access to a conjugal room in order to ask the girl questions privately before he transports her home and there is no chance to figure out her side of the events transpired. He doesn't know why but he needs to find out the truth over this case more than any other case, he tells himself it's because he doesn't like unfinished business. No loose ends no problem and with this case everything is circumstantial. "At least father's name gives you some pull," he thinks sitting on the bed as he opens her prison file the warden so nicely lent him for this event. He's skimming the tattered papers thinking about the girl, he calls her that to distance himself from his emotions.
The guard in front turns toward a sign that says conjugal room 1, Katerina immediately blushes thinking "What kind of visitor could I have?" surely it wasn't her friend coming to save her now it would be too risky, this has to be someone unknown and she freezes immediately thinking it might be one of the few watching her, maybe the sniper. She shivers as the guard opens the door for her to enter the room saying, "Thank you." to both of them she walks in with her head low willing the visitor to not kill her before she escapes tomorrow.
He looks up from the file as the door opens thinking it's her but it's just the guard informing him that she's here, he nods waving for her to send her in, and the guard disappears as he waits. His heartbeat quickens as he waits those few moments, he's hoping she will be willing to talk to him but he's not quite sure how to stop his emotions from flooding through. The last few years he's thought of nothing but this case failing at doing anything else. Maybe once this is over he can try being in a relationship and not think about Katerina Patrova every five seconds.
She looks at him as he's closing a file she can only assume is hers, and she would be right by the picture in the front, she really hated that mug shot. Prison or not she was still very much a girl. He stands still not acknowledging her which she thinks is rude, he's the one that called her here not the other way around. She doesn't even know him….counting to ten she clasps her hands together and whispers, "Hello."
His eyes shoot to hers as she says this, automatically wanting her to say more, he gestures for her to sit by the table hoping it was clean. She sits and he places her file on the table in front of her, a hesitant hand reaches out to it as she looks up for approval. He nods, watching her slow movements flipping the folder over she mutters how much she hates that picture and he wants to smile. He sits in the chair across from her trying to figure out a way how to ask her the questions he's thought about in the last few years late at night after a fight with Tatia or after a few lagers.
Kat is fascinated with how much information they have on her, she read the incident from last week that landed her in solitary and laughs. She holds a hand to her mouth closing the file to look up at him. He seems lost facing her but not really seeing her she thinks he looks lost, you think he'd be better at this interrogation thing. He looks like a suit she can only assume he wants her story. She starts talking hoping he can hear her, she doesn't even know his name yet she's trusting him before she should but it doesn't matter because tomorrow she'll be gone.
He listens to her whole story, he assumes she's glazing through he details not sure how much time they have and he has to admit it's not much. Elijah listens to her speech, he family she pauses every few second willing herself not to cry he assumes. Retelling the events that led her to her family home that fated day and how she landed in America soon after. Elijah immediately believes her, siding with his gut but he feigns indifference as she looks up from twiddling her thumbs having finished her story about turning herself in on purpose. She doesn't plead him, or try to bribe him not that he would give in but he notes it and respects her more for it.
Kat thinks she gave him the right amount of detail but she can't be sure watching his face frozen in a hard expression but she knows he's heard her. She sees it in his dark eyes, finding it strange that they are so familiar of one another after only twenty minutes of meeting. He stands up leaving her at the table her eyes traveling with him, keeping him in sight. He reaches for his briefcase she just noticed coming towards her again she blushes having been caught watching him.
He walks back toward her siting down in his chair again while she patiently waits, she looks like she wants to say something but she's not sure what. He's kind of hoping she doesn't look at his eyes too close, he feels like when she looks at him she sees straight through the suit persona. He watches as he eyes go wide while he places his briefcase down in front of them, removing the clasps he opens it pulling out her journal.