Faith opened the door to her loft, it was nearly three am, she watched as Eliot walked in behind her. She was pissed off about the intrusion and interruption of her life. Going to the closet, she pulled out a couple of blankets, and a pillow, dropping them on her sectional. "The bathroom is through that door. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, make yourself at home."

She smiled at him, going up the stairs, she disappeared behind a screen, sinking down on the bed. Planning on her escape, she'd have to wait until he went to sleep. Pulling a prepacked bag out of the closet, she dropped it on the bed. Pulling a pair of clean panties, yoga pants, and t-shirt out of her dresser, she went back down to take a shower.

She glanced over towards the couch, he was drinking a beer, watching a movie. Stepping into the bathroom, she relaxed under the hot spray, leaning against the shower wall, she let out a sigh. She understood where her brother was coming from, he'd always been protective, this wasn't the first time he'd sent someone to protect her. Usually it was some military guy, dragging her to some under ground bunker.

This was the first time he'd sent a civilian, Eliot was sexy as hell and if he hadn't been sent to babysit her, he might hold some appeal. He must owe her brother some sort of debt, probably the only reason he was here. Stepping from the shower, she wrapped a towel around her body, and another around her hair.

Standing in front of the mirror, she dried her body off, and got dressed. Towel drying her hair, she used a wide toothed comb, running it through her hair. Hanging the towels up to dry, she walked out of the bathroom. Glancing over at the couch, she frowned to see that Eliot was still awake, she was hoping he'd be asleep. Walking to to the stairs, she went up to the loft, stepping behind the screen, she laid down on the bed.

Yawning she dozed off to sleep, hoping for a quick nap, then she could dash out before Eliot could know she was gone.

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Her eyes snapped open, grabbing her phone, she saw it was six am. Quietly getting out of bed, she stepped around the screen, looking down into the livingroom, she could see Eliot was asleep. Grabbing her bag from the bed, she went down the stairs, knowing the front door would make too much noise, she opened the window, slipping out onto the fire escape.

Trying not to make any noise, she descended down to the street, hitting the ground, jogged towards her car. A pair of arms snagged around her waist, lifting her off the ground. She let out a stream of curse words, and started to fight to get away, the arms were holding her too tightly. She reached down in her boot, pulling out a knife, she stabbed her assailant in the arm.

Smiling in satisfaction when he cried out in pain, dropping her on the ground. She jumped to her feet, ready to fight.

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Eliot's eyes snapped open, sitting up on the couch, he saw the open window, he knew that Faith had bolted. Letting out a growl, he sprung from the couch, pulling the door open, he ran down the stairs, hoping that she hadn't gotten to far. He came to a halt seeing her fighting off a man twice her size, he took off at a dead run towards them.

Hitting the man, he watched him drop to the ground, he grabbed Faith, throwing her over his shoulder, carrying her back inside. Taking her inside her apartment, he dropped her on the couch. "Where in the hell were you going?"

She got up off the couch, standing toe to toe with him. "I was taking care of myself! I don't need you to protect me!"

"Obviously you do! If I hadn't come along when I did!"

"I had it under control!" She continued to glare at him, her green eyes flashing.

"Sure you did, sweetheart!" She let out a frustrated groan, shoving him out of the way going into the kitchen. Fixing herself a cup of coffee, she fixed him one too, because she was brought up with manners. Picking up his mug, she placed it on the tray, with some cream and sugar, carrying it into the livingroom. "You done throwing your temper tantrum?"

Raising her eyebrow, she smirked at him. "Darlin, I don't throw temper tantrums. And I'd advise you not to piss me off too much, or I'll drop you on your ass! My brother taught me how to fight and take care of myself."

Eliot watched her walk away, going back up stairs to her room. Smiling to himself, this might be fun after all.

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Faith grabbed her phone, calling her brother, rolling her eyes when it went to voicemail. "Michael Quinton, thank you so much for sending a pompous ass to babysit me! Call me back! I love you!" Tossing her phone on the bed, she grabbed her suitcase from her closet, and started packing. She heard him coming up the steps, pushing the screen out of the way, she watched him walk towards her.

"We're leaving in twenty minutes, be ready!" She wondered if he was going to be bossy and grouchy for the entire time.

"No problem!" A gunshot shattered her bedroom window, Eliot was knocking her to the ground, laying on top of her. Several more shots were fired into her apartment, Eliot pulled her to the other side of the bed. The shots stopped, he raised down, looking down at her.

"You okay?" She nodded her head at him. "Come on, we need to get out of here!" Pulling her up from the floor, she grabbed her suitcase, following him down the stairs. Picking up her bag off the couch, she followed him out the door, his hand at the small of her back, he guided her to his rental car.

He drove them straight to the airport, boarding a plane, they took off for Boston. Leaning back in the seat, she closed her eyes and relaxed, there was nothing she could do now. She was stuck with Eliot Spencer for however long her brother thought necessary.

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She was being gently shaken awake. "Come on sleepy head, we're getting ready to land." Faith's eyes popped open, she was staring into Eliot's blue eyes. Reaching down, she buckled her seatbelt, preparing herself for landing, and whatever adventures were waiting in Boston.

"Where am I staying?"

"With me, I promised your brother I'd keep you safe."

"We will be talking more about this later." She looked at him, holding his gaze. "I have some questions."

"Maybe you should ask your brother."

"Since he is in hiding, and possible not answering his calls, you'll have to answer them!" Conversation stopped as the plane landed, and they were cleared to get off the plane.