When Brooklyn woke up, his wound had been bandaged and he was lying on his back on a black leather couch. He pulled his wings out from under him and sat up. Looking around, he noticed he was in someone's living room. Hundreds of little red flags went up in Brooklyn's mind. He was in a humans house! Panic raced through him as he tried to figure out who's house it was. It wasn't Elisa's and it defiantly wasn't Xanatos'. So who's was it?

He heard a door close lightly from the hallway around the corner. He bolted to his feet, ready for a fight, but who he saw was a surprise. A girl of about 16 years old walked out from the hallway. The same girl he had been looking for last night. He recognized her dark brown hair, blond streaks and blue eyes. She was wearing a tight fitting black tank-top that showed her cleavage a little to well and pink baggy pajama pants that dragged on the ground as she shuffled into the kitchen. Brooklyn figured she hadn't even noticed him, because she didn't even look over. Instead, she opened a cupboard, grabbed a glass and set it on the counter. Then going over to the fridge, she grabbed a milk carton and pored the contents into her cup.

She took a deep, tired breath and turned around and started to walk over to the couch. She looked up at him from her choppy bangs and jerked to a stop in front of him. Her eyes were wide, not with fear but with surprise. She looked him up and down, then her eyes stopped at Brooklyn's chest. He followed her gaze and saw he was wearing a necklace of some sort. It was a black rope with some sort of silver metal pendant on it. On ether side of the pendant were two emerald stones. He looked at the girl when she finally spoke,

"It-umm-It worked," she said with utter disbelief. Brooklyn gave her a confused look. She shrugged and smiled, walking past him to sit on the couch. He gaped at the girl in shock. She acted like she had known him forever, treating him like a friend. She grabbed the T.V remote before standing up again, and handed it to him,

"I'm pretty sure you know how to work a T.V right? I just need to go get something and I'll be right back. Watch what ever you want." she said in a smooth, friendly voice. Brooklyn turned and watched her leave with a shocked expression, remote in hand. He had not expected that. Sure Gargoyles were known to most of New York city now, but even with that, humans kept to themselves when they were present unless they needed help. As she walked away Brooklyn's shocked look faded and turned into a light smile,

'She's actually kinda cute.' He surprised himself with this thought and shook his head, 'NO! Bad dog!' He told himself firmly and pressed the power button on the remote. The T.V flicked on. He hit Guide and scrolled through the channels. She had a few good ones but he paused on a show he had never heard of before.

'Criminal Minds?'

He hit Enter and he crossed his arms across his chest as the T.V switched to the channel. It had just started. It took him a wile to figure out the characters and their profession. But after about fifteen minutes of watching, he already had the characters Morgan, Garcia and Reed on his mental favorites list. He was so involved with the show he didn't notice the girl had come back.

She stood behind him as he watched the show, still standing where she had left him. She was able to get a good look at him now that she wasn't busy running around and it wasn't dark any more. He was about six feet tall and a dark reddish color. His hair was long, smooth and a brilliant white that was naturally smoothed back away from his face and, for some reason, reminded her of silver threads. He had three toes on his feet, each one paired with a sharp claw that was the same color as his well muscled body. His long tail curled in a half-circle on the hard wood floor behind him. He was, in a word, impressive. Especially his wings. Each one was folded neatly behind his back and she mentally gawked at how big they were.

She frowned curiously when she heard a familiar voice on the T.V. She walked up beside the Gargoyle and gasped, startling him out of his trance-line state, "You put on Criminal Minds?" she asked with a smile, "That's my favorite show! You got a favorite character yet?" she asked excitedly, looking up at him. Brooklyn just gave her a wide-eyed silent stare. He then had to mentally laugh at her. Her enthusiasm towards him was both refreshing and entertaining, "Morgan, Garcia and Reed." he answered dropping the stare.

She looked away and choked out a laugh, "Those are my favorites!" she said cheerfully. She heard him utter an airy chuckle and she smiled at him, placing her hands on her hips, "So the Gargoyle thinks I'm funny does he?" she humorously accused. Brooklyn's eyes snapped wide open and he looked at her with disbelief, "You...Know what I am?"

He had to ask because although Gargoyles weren't much of a secret now, most people were still "left in the dark without a flashlight" on their existence.

The girl crossed her arms and looked him in the eyes, which she now noticed were a beautiful emerald green, and gave him her best 'you did not seriously just ask me that' look, "Yeah, of coarse I do." Brooklyn groaned and ran his talons through his hair, "Damn. I was hoping that you would think it was just a costume." he admitted. She snorted a small laugh and pointed to his bandage, "A costume that bleeds?" she questioned. Brooklyn looked down at the bandage across his chest, "Oh yeah, about that, Thanks Rebecca." he said. Now it was her turn. Her smile instantly disappeared and was replaced with a worried, scared expression, "How do you know my name?" She demanded.

Brooklyn pulled the 'Missing' poster from his belt and handed it to her, "That's how."

Rebecca took the paper and read it. The name and the picture were right, but the address and phone number were wrong. They did seem familiar though, then she remembered the blond that she worked with at the Library. She scoffed and shook her head, crumpling the paper up in her hand with an unimpressed look on her face. She hated that girl with a passion. She got a job at the Library so she could read on her spare time, be left alone and have some quiet. She was able to get 'read' out of that list, but the girl followed her everywhere and wouldn't shut up! After the first two weeks of working with the blond, she had mentally kicked herself repeatedly for being nice to her because clearly, it was a mistake. Now the blond thought they were Best Friends. Joy...

Brooklyn could see she wasn't exactly happy. She looked both irritated and frustrated, although the two were pretty much the same thing. He was actually starting to regret giving the poster to her in the first place. But during her little silent episode, Brooklyn was able to get a better look at her. She was average height for a human of her age, being only three inches shorter than him. Her figure and complexion was perfect, and her long wavy hair was left loose and reached as far down her back as his own did. She was also wearing four necklaces that looked similar to the one he was wearing, each varying in length. One was a close but not completely a choker, like his, with two ruby and emerald stones on either side of a gold charm that looked like it was some sort of Old English dragon. The two below that one were a bit longer. One had emerald and topaz stones beside another charm but this time it was copper and was some sort of skull with odd designs on it, the one below that was emerald and sapphire with an odd flying snake pendant made out of obsidian stone. And the last was long enough to hide under her shirt, so he wasn't sure what that one was. Her wrists were bare except for the left one which bore a loose, thick leather bracelet that was cut around half way into six strips, and the same color as his skin. Every second strip contained a row of six diamond rhinestones spaced with a dull silver stud.

Rebecca looked at the Gargoyle from under her bangs. Why was she staring at her? She gave a light smile, but not one that he would notice. At least that's what she thought. Brooklyn looked up at her from trying to figure out what the hidden necklace was and instantly felt embarrassed. He took a small step back and gulped. Rebecca could have sworn he was blushing if his skin wasn't already red. She smiled at him and tried not to laugh, but she couldn't stop a few giggles from getting out. Brooklyn's expression suddenly changed from embarrassed to a sly grin, "So the human thinks I'm funny does she?" he joked. Rebecca stopped laughing almost instantly and returned his grin, "Down right hilarious." she answered.

This time they both had a good chuckle. When they stopped Rebecca had to get some answers, "Okay, so you know my name, but I don't know yours." she hinted. The brick red Gargoyle leaned on the back of the couch, "I'm Brooklyn." he said, introducing himself. Rebecca smiled a bit and gave him a look, "Your name is Brooklyn? Kinda ironic don't you think?" Brooklyn suddenly burst into laughter, almost giving Rebecca a heart attack, "Y'know, I thought the same thing after about a week." he said with a light chuckle. Rebecca laughed a bit too. This guy was great! At least he had a sense of humor.

Rebecca glanced through a crack in the curtains. The sun had been up for a wile now and Brooklyn hadn't turned to stone. Inside she was squealing with joy. She never thought that one of her mother's charms would work on a Gargoyle like him, but it did. She walked over to the curtains and flung them open one at a time to let the warm summer sun shine in. Brooklyn had been looking at his surroundings from his place on the back of the couch, but when the rays of sun hit the wood floor beside him, he had instantly whipped around to face the large window behind him,

"What the hell?!" he had shouted confused. Rebecca turned around to face him and sat on the small window sill, "What?" she asked. Brooklyn frowned and pointed to the sun, "How long has it been up?" he demanded. Rebecca finally clicked in, "OH! So that's what your all cheesed about!" She mused in understanding, "I dunno, it's been up for about..." she glanced at the clock above the T.V, "three hours, give or take." she answered. Brooklyn stared at her in shock for a split second then looked down at himself. Why wasn't he stone?

He looked back up at her, "You do know that Gargoyles turn to stone during the day, right?" he asked. Rebecca frowned at him, "Yes I do. Geeze, I human, but I'm not dumb." Brooklyn frowned back, "So then I guess you've notice that we have just a slight problem here?" Rebecca crossed her arms, "Do you want to turn to stone? Actually, know what? If your too scared to go outside during the day, or to even see the sun at all, its ok."

Brooklyn opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. She did pose a valid point. Brooklyn had never seen the sun, he had always turned to stone just at is came up over the horizon.

He heaved a defeated sigh and smiled at her a bit, "Alright, how do I get to the roof?"