Pounding on the door startled her awake. Immediately shooting up from the bed with her heart racing a mile a minute, Sophie glanced at the time, her eyes beginning to glare into the darkness that surrounded her at 3:15 in the morning. Don't people have any common curtesy these days? She sighed as she turned the bedside lamp on and instantly regretted doing so when the light momentarily blinded her. The banging continued until she was forced to quicken her step in order to get to the door so the noise would stop; of which seemed ominously loud and urgent at this time of day. When she got to the door, her eye peeking through the peephole while her hands tied the cinch to the robe around her waist, she gasped. Fumbling with the locks in her strife, Sophie managed to fling the door open and glance up at Nate in shock and worry.

"No one died this time right?" Her eyes wide with the fear of the answer, but before she could say anything more she was pushed back into her room as gently as possible and the door was quietly shut and locked. "Nate what are you – are you alright?" She hadn't noticed before but he was panting as if he had run a mile and there was a cut above his left eye.

"We have to leave. We have to go right now." He stated as he whipped around, the miniscule wince as he did so not going unnoticed but simply being ignored for the moment as anger and suspicion rose inside the grifter.

"Oh-ho no. No, if this is some sort of trick to get me to come back then you can forget it!" She had taken up her stubborn stance; arms on her hips, eye brow cocked in a speculative manner. Before she could do much else, his blue eyes had locked onto her and she fidgeted, finding his gaze uncomfortable and far too serious for her to be angry with.

"Soph, this isn't a joke. I'll explain everything once we get out of here, okay? Can you please get dressed?" Nathan sounded more than a little desperate, more than a little stressed, worried, and any of the other things that come along with fear. This was probably what scared her most, the fear on his face, the kind of emotion that made him look exhausted. For a few moments more they stared at each other, Sophie studying him intently before mumbling an agreement as she rushed towards her bedroom and grabbed the jeans she had had on last night, a tight fitting cream shirt and a brown leather jacket. Not my first choice of clothing… But she figured if this was as serious as it sounded then she would need more durable clothes. She was just about to grab her makeup from her bathroom when she decided against it and exited the room to find Nate leaning against the wall by the door; his eyes closed tightly shut.

"Nate?" He jumped a bit, startled by her sudden reappearance as if he had been caught in the act of something. His left arm slid out from under his jacket, away from his side and behind his back, but she didn't have time to question him as he ushered her out the door; grabbing her purse as he did so.

The mastermind led her down the back staircase of the building in order to get to the front of it; a maneuver that would hopefully confuse whom ever, he was sure, was following them. Sophie, thank God, hadn't pressed the matter as they sped down the stairwell and out into a hallway that was only lit by a couple of lights. Still breathing heavily, Nate took a right, heading towards the lobby and out to the car he had waiting for them by the street. With Sophie following closely, he flashed the keys, opened her door for her and jogged around to the right side of the car in order to drive. London sure had its perks. For a moment he found himself reminiscing about the old cat and mouse games they had used to play here; running down alleyways, getting mixed up in the Tube. He sat down almost tenderly and didn't even bother to fasten the seat belt as he floored the gas, causing the car to leap into action a moment later. For a few minutes they drove in silence, Nathan's left hand cradled underneath his jacket again while his right steered the car out of traffic and towards the countryside.

"I think it's time you told me what's going on." Even though her voice attempted to sound firm and commanding, there was the slight note of worry plaguing the tone, giving away her anxiety for such an unorthodox departure.

"Someone's after the team." Not even a second after she had asked the question did he answer her. Sophie could do nothing more but stare, a million questions popping into her head: Why? Did they know who it was?

"Is everyone else alright?" Her eyes wide with concern, voice timid for fear of the answer.

"Ya, ya, everyone's fine. Elliot came to the headquarters after fending off some guys in masks, told us we had been compromised because they knew his name. We had to escape through that secret tunnel they built in my apartment." It was only during this last little speech that Sophie regarded Nate in a new perspective. The wall…his arm. He was sweating, his voice much more raspy and tired than it usually was. In fact, it was almost as if he was straining to talk. It was only when he had to turn the car right did she notice the grimace spread across his face.

"Are you alright?" she asked, leaning towards him to try and get a better look at what he seemed to be hiding under his jacket.

"'M fine." He mumbled almost as if her were half asleep.

"Nate…" She warned, her hand gently pulling his left arm out from under his coat.

"Don't, it's just a scratch. Okay? There were guys out in the alleyway behind your apartment; I hadn't expected them to get to you so fast." As if that made everything all right while he gave a small tug of his arm to place it back where it had been. But Sophie had seen enough to scoff in disbelief.

"Mhm, and I suppose all that blood has nothing to do with getting in a fight? Nate you're sweating, you can barely stay awake! At least let me drive." She tried a sensible approach towards the problem, attempting to keep the worry and nervousness at bay beneath the surface as she tried to take charge.

"You don't know where we're going." He answered matter-of-factly.

"Then why don't you tell me? Seriously, Nate you're hurt and-" Nathan suddenly cursed when two pairs of bright headlights flared up in the rearview mirror. Sophie looked back to see two cars speeding up from behind them, gaining fast. Nathan floored the gas once more to stay as far ahead as they could. They had been heading towards the tracks, a safe house that the team had had recently set up because it was off the chart. One hundred yards away from the crossing and it was the first time Nate had noticed the train; Its light glaring into the darkness to his right.

Seventy yards. The speedometer read 90 as he continued to speed along the countryside, the two cars still after them, and now only ten yards back. Gunfire shattered the back window to their car and both the grifter and mastermind ducked, Nathan pushing harder on the gas as if the car would gain speed faster.

Forty yards.

"Nate.." Sophie was leaning back, attempting to push herself into the seat as far as possible. "Nate." Her arm reached out to grab his shoulder. "Nate we're not going to make it!" She shouted, turning to look at him for a split second and then back to the train they were trying to beat.

"We'll make it!" He yelled back.

Ten yards. The train was laying on the horn, a loud dare and warning to the cars zooming towards it. The front of their car leapt over the tracks, and for a brief second Sophie went to sigh before the locomotive rammed the back end of the vehicle, spinning them off the road and making the car roll into the grass, laying sideways as it settled in a ditch.

The two cars giving chase slammed on their brakes, the men cursing inside both of the vehicles as they witnessed the maniacal event that had just occurred. With their guns drawn, the men opened the doors to stand by and wait, knowing that as soon as the train had passed they would be able to finally finish their job.

Sophie's world was a blur as she unhooked herself from her seat and abruptly fell to her right; not realizing that the car had been thrown onto its side. A soft groan came from under her before she pulled herself upwards, reaching for passenger side door handle above her. After using the center consol as leverage to perch on, she shoved her hands at Nate; attempting furiously to wake up the unconscious man from below.

"Nate! Nate, get up. Come on…that's it." As he stirred she grabbed his arm, helping to hoist him up as she started to climb out of the car. The engine had been sparking for quite some time and as her feet landed on the soft grass it caught fire. A new kind of urgency replaced the shock of what had just happened as she helped Nate out of the car, allowing him to lean against her for support as he seemed to not be able to so himself. They watched the train, both seeming to have the same idea.

"Come on." Nate grunted as he lurched forward, pushing himself into a run with Sophie's hand in his. A few of the crates were open, they just needed to catch the side and hop on. Five cars back, illuminated by the moon, was a door to the side that had been open. He ran along the train, glancing back as the car cam closer and closer and just when he thought he couldn't run anymore, his hand reached out and grabbed the side, while Sophie attempted to grab onto him just as he had jumped. For a second it looked as though they would fall, his strength dwindling at the pain in his side but Sophie's extra weight was already leaving him. She had climbed up into the car, her shoes thunking on the wooden flooring. All he could hear was the rush of the wind as she tried to call out to him, but he got her meaning. He grasped her hand and was helped into the train car where he collapsed onto his back. They were both breathing hard after the rush of adrenaline and the shock of what had happened only a few minutes ago. Sophie watched as the car they had been driving caught fully aflame, highlighting the characters that were after them.

"I think…it's safe to say we lost them." She stated with a bit of humor to her voice, a smile jumping to her lips but before it could reach her eyes she found Nate attempting to move off towards the corner in the back. She hadn't even noticed the hay scattered around the bottom of the car until he stumbled and fell against the wall; using his shoulder to cushion the landing. Sophie was at his side in a second, her hands brushing the stray lock of hair from his sweaty and bleeding face.

"Nate, darling, open your eyes." His eyes fluttered open for a moment before he clutched at his right side, a low moan coming from him as he gasped in pain. She gently rolled him onto his back, using some of the hay to support his head before she carefully lifted the side of his jacket that had been concealing the wound. Her stomach clenched in fear at the amount of red that had stained the navy blue of the oxford shirt he had on. His entire hand was covered in the crimson liquid, not to mention his face had gone awfully pale in the darkness. "Nate? Nate I need you to stay with me, stay awake." She ordered as firmly as she could. Taking a shaky breath as she nudged his shoulder, trying to keep the man conscious for as long as possible.

"Wha'?" came the barley audible word, muffled by his shallow, labored breathing.

"Nate you need to stay awake. You can't fall asleep yet. Tell me what happened." Anything to get him to stay away, anything to keep him alive. Sophie began to put pressure on his wound, wadding the tucked edges of his shirt and pressing them onto it.

"Came…to get you…three guys…one armed…" He started to nod off again, his eyes still barely open a fraction of an inch.

"Okay, okay what else?" She said loudly, hoping to startle him out of the unconsciousness he was sinking into.

"One of 'em threw me into the wall…got shot…as I was getting into the…elevator.." The last word was so quiet it could have been a sigh. Sophie watched as Nathan's eyelids fluttered, his eyes rolling back into his head as he finally succumbed to the darkness that seemed so welcoming and pain free.

"Nate…Nate!"