Holding the key to her loft, she walked down the hallway to her door. Bringing her hand up to the knob, she paused for a moment but was jerked from her thoughts when she heard the door unlock and open. There, standing in the doorway was a tall, slight-built young man; his hands were intertwined with his arms as he stood leading against the door's frame. She could tell by a simple glance at his eyes that he was not happy with her. She lowered her hand down to the side of her waist and began to speak; unfortunately the man cut her off.

"Where have you been? It's 2 o'clock in the morning." The tension in his voice caused her to cringe. "I thought we talked about you spending so much time at the office, it's not good for you." As soon as he ended his sentence he noticed the dried blood spotted underneath her bangs. Before she could react, the man had already pulled her bangs out of her face and was examining the gash on her forehead.

She seemed unable to communicate, as he took her hand and guided her into the darkened loft. Placing her purse and keys on the table, she went to hang up her coat in the closet. The sound of crushed ice produced from the refrigerator made her long for a drink. It had been a long day to begin with, she hadn't gotten anything really done at work, yet she stayed in her office until midnight.

The walk home was extensive enough as it is. She had heard about people getting attacked in the city, but she had never been a victim until tonight. As she was replaying the events in her mind, she kept thinking of the man that had saved her. He seemed to come out of nowhere, she hadn't seen anyone around her when she was attacked; but it didn't matter, he helped her and that's all she cared about.

The young man had come back and sat down next to her on the couch. He placed a glass full of crystal clear water on the table in front of her. She lunged at it, drinking ravenously. After she had finished the last of the water, she placed the glass down and looked at the young man next to her. What once was displeasure on the man's face was replaced with a wide smile. His hand took hers and he placed a small bag of ice in it, standing up he leaned down and kissed her cheek as he turned to leave the room.

"Jason." Her voice seemed like a whisper in the large room. The young man turned around at the sound of his name.

"I'm sorry." She saw his head move from side to side, as he replied, "Don't worry about it; we'll talk about it tomorrow." He paused, "Just, get some rest." She nodded as he walked out of the room and was left in the dark.

A beep pierced the air as she looked over at her purse and saw a little red light in the darkness. She placed the bag of ice on the table and got up to retrieve her cell phone. The phone had a message typed across its screen reading "New Voice Mail." Reluctant, she pressed send and was taken right to her voicemail, she listened as it list the messages made. Most of them were from the office, but one caught her attention.

Hey Lexi, it's Peter. I'm just calling to make sure we're still on for tomorrow. It's going to be fun seeing you again, it's been ages. I'm sure you're at work, and probably too busy to answer your phone, but I'll see you tomorrow at Kirby Plaza. Call me back if it won't work out. Bye.

Through all of the havoc of her day, she had forgotten that she had tomorrow off. The smile that had gone missing during her encounter with Jason had returned and she ended the call. As she walked past the coffee table, she placed the phone on its charger and retraced the steps Jason had made out the room. She needed sleep if she was going to have enough energy to keep up with Peter the next day.

It had been a long time since she had seen Peter or Nathan, sure she had seen Nathan on television because of his campaign for congress, but she hadn't seen him in person in almost 2 years. So much had happened since then and she couldn't wait to tell Peter all about it.

Walking up to the queen sized bed; she pulled back the covers and slid underneath. Although she had been thinking about so many other things, the last thought that popped into her mind was that of the man who rescued her, Gabriel.

Closing her tired eyes, she fell into a deep slumber.