Elena Fisher paced violently in her New York studio apartment, her blonde hair bobbed in the predictable messy bun that it's always thrown up into. You see, Elena wasn't a very girly-girl. She didn't spend hours to get ready in the morning and didn't own many cute dresses or skirts. She liked to get ready fast and easy, not wasting any time hiding who she really was. Right now, however, who she really was, happened to be an agitated girl pissed off at a man who had a particular tendency to put her in this sort of mood more often than not, a man named Nathan Drake.

"Dammit, Nate!"

Elena flung her phone in Frustration onto the couch. It didn't make as big of a impact as she was hoping it would to fully encompass her emotions, but throwing her phone on the hardwood floor would be, well, stupid. Nate was supposed to have called her two hours ago and if he worked a normal job she wouldn't care. Elena wasn't that type if girl, but he doesn't. Nathan Drake is a treasure hunter. A treasure hunter with a proclivity for getting himself into situations that only dumb luck seems to get him out of, which is how they came across each other in the first place. She was supposed to be filming him for a web show she worked on, but it quickly turned into the biggest adventure of her life. An adventure that made her fall for the big dumb idiot that got himself, and others, into life threatening situations. Predictable as that scenario is.

Elena was hesitant to taking their relationship further at first because Nate didn't seem like the type of guy to settle down with one girl, especially considering his line of work. Though one day, a few months after that first adventure, Nate's mentor, Victor Sullivan, or as Nate called him, Sully, came to meet with her. Elena cared deeply for and was quite fond of the old man, and the way he mentored Nate like a son. Sully reassured her that Nate had fallen hard for her and always talked about her in the most positive of light, a way Sully had never heard him talk about any girl he had seen. So Elena decided to give the handsome, rugged adventurer a chance, and she's never regretted it. Until now.

Elena sighed heavily as she flopped into a chair. Okay, she didn't really regret it. She would actually go as far as to say she loved him. Of course she would never admit that to Nate, or even herself for that matter. Why else would she be so worried and abhor the fact that she was becoming the paranoid girlfriend. Trying to think lighter of the situation, she mused about what antics Nate could have gotten himself into this time. Maybe his plane crashed over the Atlantic and Nate, being who he was, miraculously survived and was floating around in the water only to come across a friendly dolphin that let him hold onto his fin to carry him to land. On the way though, they come across a great white, not having any weapons on him Nate uses his fist to punch the shark which gives the dolphin enough time to swim away and they both narrowly escape death. Again. Yeah, that sounds right up his ally, some ridiculous stroke of luck. A smile almost came across her face.

Coming to the realization that there was nothing she could do but wait, Elena rested her head in her hands that she propped up on the dark wood dinner table and closed her eyes. She listened to the sounds of the birds outside and the people hustling to get their lunch before they had to return to work, she didn't know how long it was before the sound of her phone shook her out of whatever state she was in. She never reached for her phone faster.

"Nate?"

"Hey, Elena"

A weight lifted off her chest but she was still angry.

"Hey? You realize what time it is, right? I was getting pretty worried . . . "

"I came across some information on the plane and had to go check it out. It ended up being nothing though. At one point I got lost and stumbled upon this marking on the floor, which was really weird because it was out in the middle of nowhere. Anyways, I recognized the symbol from my research. Turns out it's on…"

"Nate! You're rambling."

Elena traced her finger along the line of the grain on her wood table as she tried to calm herself before starting again.

"I know this whole checking in with someone other than Sully is new to you, but I would really appreciate it if you'd call when you say. I care too Nate. Someone else cares."

She heard Nate sigh.

"In my defense, I asked you to come, Elena . . ."

"I have a job, I can't just ditch it every time some crazy myth comes your way, I have to go to Florida tomorrow. You know that."

Unable to stand still while on the phone and started pacing her tiny apartment again. She took in her place, the dark wood furniture, which she felt made it feel homier, the deep red of the walls and the Victorian rug she planted right in the middle of her one room. Elena hated modern style homes. She felt it was too factory built, and instead loved a cozy and lived in feel. Unfortunately, the only other room in her studio, the kitchen, was designed that way but it's harder to changed tiled kitchens that you can't exactly just paint. She did spice it up with deep red hand towels and floor mat though.

"Don't worry about me." Nate started. "When have I ever gotten into trouble? Everything always goes as according to plan, don't you remember?"

Elena heard the smile in his voice and she decided to be a little less mad at him, but wasn't going to let him know that.

"Don't get too cocky now, that's usually when things go downhill."

Nate laughed.

"I'll keep it in check the best I can, it's just hard when you're me. Anyways, I gotta go, I'll call you as soon as I can."

"Nate.."

"Elena, please, I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing."

"Alright, alright. I'll talk to you soon."

"Bye."

"….Bye."

The line went dead but she held the phone to hear ear for a few more moments, not realizing she had stopped pacing. She'd been dating Nate for almost five months now and knew him well enough to know that half the time he really had no clue what he was doing, he just figured it out along the way. This time though, was the one time Nate needed to not do that. She could only hope he really did know what he was doing this time, or at least that Sully would stop him from doing something Nate-like. Elena's stomach rumbled as she placed he phone on the night stand next to the couch, she ignored it and pulled the couch out into her bed. She couldn't eat right now, she just wanted to sleep so her mind will be clear for a while.

"Please know what you're doing."

She whispered to herself as she walked to her bathroom to get ready for bed.