THE PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE
Chapter 2 – To Boldly Go

The Petrelli Townhouse; New York, NY
January 23rd, 2008

Angela Petrelli sat cross legged in her parlor sipping thoughtfully on her afternoon tea as she heard the bell ring. "Claire? Are you near the door?" She called out to her granddaughter.

"I'm here." Claire called back to her as she came from the study. She slowly opened the front door. "Dad!" She smiled jumping into Noah Bennet's arms. "I was hoping you would be in town this week!"

"Hey Claire-Bear!" He hugged her tightly. "How's my college girl?"

Though he smiled, Claire could sense her father's apprehension as he continued holding on to her. She pulled back looking up at her father. "Dad? Is everything alright?"

Noah took a hesitant breath, then bristled as he turned to look at somebody behind him.

"Hello Claire."

Claire's smile swiftly faded as every hair on her body stood on end. "Sylar!" She whispered horrifically then turned to her father. "Why in the hell did you bring that pile of shit here?"

He walked through the door. "It's nice to see you too, Claire-Bear."

"Shut up, prick!" She hissed venomously as Sylar laughed amused at her disgust for him. "Don't you ever call me that again!"

They all stiffened as they heard footsteps of low-heeled shoes on the marble floor. "He is here at my calling." Angela came forward to greet them, but first she turned to Claire. "And watch your language my dear. It is not appropriate talk for a lovely young lady who is about to enter the University."

"I'm sorry Grandmother." Claire looked at Angela then back at her father. "But it still does not explain why you have brought him here." She stepped forward looking up at Sylar. "Why do you keep showing up where nobody wants you?"

"It's always a pleasure, Claire." He smirked. "But if you must know your grandmother made me an offer I could not refuse."

Angela placed her hand on Sylar's shoulder. "Gabriel's crimes against humanity have been horrific and brutal…"

"Look who's talking, bitch!" He sneered at her.

Angela stared icily at him, but continued. "…but he also has a lot of talents that can be useful to us…"

"Don't you mean talent's stolen from others…after he killed them?" Claire quipped sardonically.

Angela pressed her lips together, clearly irritated at Claire's insolence before continuing. "You have your reasons for not trusting Gabriel, but as even your father can attest to, he has proven himself quite valuable to us." She turned to look at Claire. "As it stands at the moment, we are being hunted and exterminated by the government. None of us are safe. Gabriel has agreed to come back to work for us."

"Us?" Claire was visibly confused. "I thought the Company died the night of the fire."

"Oh quite the contrary." Angela's lips formed a thin line. "The building was only bricks and mortar. The Company remains as always. Perhaps we do not have a place of operation; and conceivably our objective has changed, but it is still our duty to protect people with special abilities; in these times we are needed even more so."

Bennet stepped forward placing his hands on Claire's shoulders. "You know how I feel about him. And I was angry when Angela teamed me up with him again. But he did save my ass when The Fraternity of Malevolent Freaks took me hostage."

"Yeah!" Sylar leered proudly, then looked over his shoulder at Bennet. "And you're welcome by the way."

"Shut up, asshole! Nobody's talking to you!" Bennet shot back disdainfully as Sylar smirked.

Claire's eyes bore into Sylar skeptically; she hesitated before turning back to Angela. "Ok, fine! I will trust that you all know what you're doing. But if you trust him, you are a fool!" She looked up at her father giving him a quick hug. "Just be careful." She whispered into his ear.

"I keep a shard of glass on hand in my briefcase in the event that he gets out of line." He grinned confidently.

Claire smiled up at him slowly. "Yeah…just remember who told you about that." She looked up at Sylar. "Well, I can't remember the last time I have had this much fun, but I have an exam tomorrow I need to study for." She headed for the stairs.

"I'll call you from the road!" Sylar retorted cynically.

"Hopefully it will be from under the tire of an eighteen wheeler!" She sneered before walking up the stairs.

"Ouch!" He chuckled spitefully. "I think your Claire-bear has proven today that she can take care of herself." Sylar snickered as he watched her climb the stairs giving him the finger as she disappeared behind the wall.

"Well, now that that's over with…" Angela led them into the parlor with her.

"Oh look!" Sylar exclaimed with sarcastic excitement. "We're just in time for afternoon tea…I hope you have prepared some of those lovely lady fingers…"

"Oh do shut up!" Angela groaned as Sylar laughed to himself. "You have your first assignment." She pulled a file out of the drawer. "Noah can fill you in on the details; after all, this was his first failure."

Noah opened the file staring at its contents. "The Collins twins. He pulled out their photos. "The girl who wanted to be a rock star and her down to earth brother." He looked at Angela. "Any leads?"

"It's all in the file." Angela told them curtly. "I suggest you get on the road before they flee again. Your flight leaves in an hour. That will be all, gentlemen." She turned and walked out of the room.

Sylar took Ali's photo out of Noah's hand. "Whoa! Come to daddy!"

Noah snatched the photo back. "This is an assignment…not e-Harmony. If you're that hard up to get laid, hire a hooker."

"The last time I got laid I almost got a bullet in my head!" He seethed.

"Oh…" Noah cocked his head with a patronizing scoff. "Are we still mad about your little moment of coitus interruptus?"

"You could have let me get in a second round!" He snarled.

"Maybe if you hadn't killed her think of the fuckfest you could have had." He stared coolly at him then grabbed him by the collar. "Listen asshole! I would rather have my colon reamed with a hard bristled toilet brush than to work with you again! But even I have to admit with the right training you can be useful to me. But if you even so much as smile at me wrong…just remember…I know how to kill you and this time I will not fail."

"As if you could." He smiled smugly looking at Noah's hands on his collar. "Now either take your hands off of me or…"

"Or what?" Bennet glared caustically.

He looked up the stairs to where Claire had disappeared to. "Your little girl is almost eighteen…and ripe…and delicious." He grinned superciliously at Noah and shrugged. "Just saying."

Bennet removed his hands with a jerking motion causing Sylar to stumble backwards. "We better hit the road."

"After you…partner." He smirked as he walked past Noah who glowered disdainfully.

"I'm too old for this shit." Bennet muttered under his breath as followed him out the door.

Excerpt from Ally's Journal

If Jesse and I have learned anything about being on the run, it is that the larger the metropolis, the better you blend in if you don't make waves. But when you are twins with elemental abilities secrecy can be tricky.

After escaping captivity, we first settled in a little town outside of Kingman, Arizona with a population of less than 20,000. We thought a small town would be the ideal hiding place, but after Jesse used his ability to save a damsel in distress in an apartment fire, he became the local hero. He made the paper and a week later the man with the glasses showed up. This time he had a new partner; a tall, bald, black man who never spoke. Before they could get close to us, we stole another car and split.

Now two years and countless cities and towns later, we headed north to Alaska. Except for the twenty-four hour sun (or white nights as the locals call it) in the summer and the long darkness in the winter, the town was good to us. People kept to themselves and nobody asked any questions. The locals knew us as Eric and Hannah Spencer. Jesse grew out his hair adding a full beard and I had dyed my hair a light copper color. As far as the locals knew Jesse was an injured mine worker and I was his sister up from Seattle who came to stay with my brother after my marriage dissolved.

We lived there for almost a year before they found us again.

Anchorage, Alaska
January 24th, 2008

Jesse stood over the stove flipping pancakes as Ally stumbled through the front door. He laughed at the sight of her with her disheveled hair and dark circles under her eyes. "Don't say it." She warned him flopping down at the table placing her head in her folded arms.

"Say what?" He shrugged continuing his cooking.

She leaned back laughing bitterly. "Oh, I don't know…something like you could create your own rating index for all the men in Alaska Man magazine….or we're going to have to move to Canada because you've slept with every single man in Alaska. Just cut me some slack, Jess, please!"

Jesse turned off the stove and put down the spatula. He sat down next to her putting his arm around her. "I wasn't going to say a word." He told her gently. She lifted her head and looked up at him. Her lip began to tremble as the tears began to fall again. Jesse reached out putting his arms around her as she began to sob. After a moment, he pulled back gently touching her face. "Ally, it's been over two years. I never expected you to bounce right back, but you have allowed this to consume you. You have got to find a way to let him go."

"I can't." She sniffled wiping her tears away. "Every night when I go to sleep I see his face. I remember our last moments together and then I see his charred body. "Why couldn't I…"

"Because you aren't God." He told her sternly looking into her eyes. "How could you have known that you could absorb electricity? You couldn't…just like there was no way of knowing I could absorb and dispel elements. We didn't know because the circumstances did not present themselves until that moment. You can't blame yourself Ally and neither can I."

She closed her eyes taking a deep breath to regain composure. "But what was the point of it all? Did we save anybody's lives? No Jesse; we didn't! Everybody in that fire died, except for the few that made it through the door before the place started falling apart! So what's the use of having what you keep calling a gift if you can't use it to help people?"

"I don't know how to answer that, Al." He shook his head sorrowfully. "But we can't go back and change the past. It is just a cold hard reality we are going to have to live with." He held onto her hands. "We have to move on."

Ally stood up in a rage shoving her chair across the room. "I don't want to move on!" She shouted. "I want my life back!

"It doesn't work that way!" Jesse shouted back. "Life is short and you don't get your money back! Brad loved you! He died trying to save your life. You were everything to him and he would want you to be happy. What do you think he would say if he saw the way you stay out all night drinking and going home with men you barely know? You can sleep with every man in the state, but you're not going to find him again. You think I don't see the way you stand behind the bar every night searching the faces in the crowd? You aren't looking for Mr. Right Now…you're looking for Brad!"

Ally folded her arms glaring insolently at him. "Are you finished? Because this is really boring and all I want to do right now is throw down some breakfast and crawl into bed."

"And then what?" He continued to berate her. "Curl up in a fetal position in a drunken stupor just so you can do it all again tonight?" Ally folded her arms across her chest and turned away from him crying silently. Jesse stood up and slowly went to her placing his hands on her shoulders. Ally turned to him sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. He stood holding her for several minutes until her crying subsided. She finally looked up wiping her eyes as Jesse touched the side of her face. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so harsh. It's just that you're my sister and I love you. You're all I have now and I hate seeing you doing this to yourself."

"I know." She whispered as Jesse handed her a Kleenex which she took appreciatively. "I know your right and I hate what I have allowed myself to become. I need to let go and get past this; but I don't know how."

Jesse smiled down at her. "You wake up in the morning. You decide today is going to be the day you start living again. At first you'll cry…you'll get angry at yourself for feeling like you let yourself down; but you'll get over it. And you do it again the next day…and the next until one morning you wake up and you make it through the whole day without shedding a tear. Then you know you have made it to the other side of this. And that is when you will stop being angry for missing out on the life you planned and embrace the one you have been given instead."

Ally stared at him shaking her head. "That has got to be…the corniest thing that has ever come out of your mouth!"

Jesse shrugged laughing. "What can I say? I'm a walking Blue Mountain card." He touched her on the nose making her smile. His eyes grew serious again. "You aren't only my sister, Ally; you're my best friend. We will probably never see Scott again and dad's body was never found. We are it."

"I know." She sighed reflectively. "I could use Mom's shoulder about now."

Jesse pointed to his shoulder. "Will mine do?"

Ally laughed taking her fingers and wiping tears from under her eyes. "I think I'm wearing yours out. Don't you ever get tired of me stepping all over you and hogging all the space?"

"Nah." He shook his head wrinkling his nose. "Life would have been awfully boring without you." He tousled her hair as she giggled. "Now am I going to have to eat all these pancakes all by myself?" He stood up walking back to the stove.

She cocked her head raising an eyebrow. "Got any clover honey?"

"Of course." He reached into the cupboard tossing the jar at her.

"Then I'm all over it." She jumped up and rain to grab some plates.

As they stood side by side getting breakfast together, they looked at each other and smiled softly. "We're going to make it, Ally." He squeezed her hand as she rested her head against his shoulder.

Anchorage, Alaska
January 24, 2008

"I've never been so fucking cold in my life!" Sylar huddled inside his trench coat as Bennet parked the SUV. "We couldn't be tracking down specials in Miami or something!"

Bennet gritted his teeth irritably. "Just be grateful that you are gainfully employed and not in a cement slab under the ocean!"

"Ouch!" Sylar winced taken aback. "That's barbarically brutal! Even for you!"

He rolled his eyes petulantly as he studied his tazer. "I have listened to you do nothing but bitch about the cold since we got here. For a serial killer with ice water in his veins you are nothing but a big sissy boy, are you?"

"Says the man with a trunk full of teddy bears." Sylar snickered as Bennet seethed.

"I told you they were for Claire!" He hissed.

"And I still say you are protesting too much."

He banged his fists on the steering wheel in frustration. "Oh just shut the fuck up already!"

Sylar sat up abruptly tapping Bennet quickly on the shoulder. "There she is." Bennet pulled out his binoculars and watched as Ally came out the back of the tavern unlocking the basement door and going inside. "Should we go after her?"

Bennet shook his head. "Not yet. We want to catch her off guard. If we follow her into the basement she will put up a fight; we don't want that."

"Than what do you propose we do?" Sylar took the binoculars from him as Ally came out of the basement carrying two cases of beer.

Bennet turned to him with an arrogant glare. "Well this is the part where you get to prove how useful you can be."

Sylar narrowed his eyes skeptically. "You want me to apprehend her?"

"No." Bennet stared at him grinning coolly. "You have been telling me for the last 5000 miles how much you would like to get in that girl's pants. Now put your money where your mouth is." He handed him a small overnight bag. "I want you to seduce her."

He nearly coughed on the coke he was drinking. "What?" He grabbed the bag still looking at Bennet taken aback.

"I'm giving you a chance to use that pretty face and silver tongue of yours." Bennet replied composedly.

"You just want me to walk up to a strange girl and lure her into the sack?" He laughed incredulously. "Is this in the company handbook? Does our major medical cover against STD's"

Bennet began to laugh boisterously. "So you're all talk and no action. I should have guessed."

Sylar rolled his eyes. "I never said I can't get a woman into bed, I'm just not prepared."

Bennet patted his shoulder. "All you have to do is walk in there and try not to puke all over yourself…and just let nature take it's course."

Sylar held up the overnight bag. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Bennet took a bite of his sandwich. "A change of clothes. If you walk into a neighborhood tavern wearing company issued Armani, it's all over with. You need to blend in."

"Blend in?" He asked opening the bag apprehensively. "What did you pack in here? A lumberjack suit?"

Bennet grinned smugly.

"Are you shitting me?" Ally grimaced at the mason jar sitting on the mahogany bar. "Is that a real toe?"

"Real as your pretty face." Jake the bar owner grinned touching her nose as he shook the bottle. "This toe is over one-hundred years old. My great granddaddy got it off the foot of a frostbitten miner in 1896 during the Klondike Gold Rush. It has been in this bar ever since."

Ally went back to making drinks as Jake removed the toe from the jar placing it into a shot glass. He then filled the glass with tequila and placed in front of a man sitting at the bar.

Jake rang the ship bell as the patrons stopped talking. "Ok people…listen up! This brave man at the bar named…" He leaned in whispering to him. "What's your name?"

"Carl." The man replied.

"…Carl is going to become Alaska's newest Sour-toe!

The crowd cheered wildly as Ally rolled her eyes at Maggie the bar waitress. "So other than hepatitis A, what exactly do they get out of doing this?"

"Your name and photo immortalized on our wall of fame and bragging rights for life." She chuckled as she watched the men chat Carl! Carl! Carl!

"Whatever." Ally wrinkled her nose and shuddered as she watched Carl slam down the shot, the spit out the toe to the cheers of the other patrons.

"Don't knock til you try it, girl." She laughed. "It ain't half bad."

"Really?" She furrowed her brow. "How many shots did they pump into you before you tried it?"

Maggie leaned into her looking her in the eye. "Which time?" She broke out laughing as did Jake and several patrons.

Ally shook her head and punched some numbers into the cash register. "Sorry I asked."

"Hey Eric!" One of the patrons called out. "How bout a poem?" The rest of the regulars chanted with encouragement as Jesse smiled and stood on the bar holding a beer mug in his hand.

Our beer
Which art in bottles
Hallowed be thy sport
Thy will be drunk
I will be drunk
At home as I am in the pub
Give us each day our daily schooners
And forgive us our spillage
As we forgive those who spillest against us
And lead us not into the practice of poofy wine tasting
And deliver us from Tequila
For mine is the bitter
The chicks and the footy
Forever and ever
Barmen

The crowd cheered as Jesse held up his beer mug taking a giant sip. Then he held out his arms and dove into the crowd as they passed him around the bar.

Ally smiled as she watched him shaking her head as she continued mixing drinks. Maggie giggled loading up her serving tray watching as Jesse grabbed a girl kissing her with passion before jumping back over the bar.

"Your brother missed his calling." She smiled. "He knows how to please a crowd. He should have been a politician."

Ally sighed to herself watching Jesse take it all in. "Yeah. Coulda, woulda, shoulda."

The door opened sending yet another blast of bitter arctic cold air through the tavern. Maggie nodded toward the door. "Hotness at eleven o'clock!"

Ally turned around where a tall man stood cupping his hands over his mouth breathing into them to warm up. When he took his hands away from his face, she smiled slowly. He was handsome with dark, intense features. He wore faded 501's, a plaid flannel shirt under a black down vest and a Pittsburgh Steelers cap over his dark hair.

She turned back to Maggie holding her hand out in a fist. "Rock, paper, scissors you for him?"

Maggie shook her head. "Nah, you go ahead. He's a little young for me. And…" She nodded motioning toward him. "…he's got eyes for you already."

Ally looked straight ahead pretending not to notice him. "Is he looking right now?"

"He hasn't taken his eyes off of you since he walked in here." She giggled.

Before she could respond Jesse called out to her irritably. "Hey Hanna!" She turned to him as he pointed to the bar patrons. "We have thirsty customers! I could use some help!"

"Coming!" She sighed crossly. "Keep your shirt on little brother!" She shouted sauntering her way down the bar to a group of collage age boys. She leaned across the bar intently showing off her cleavage. "Are you bad boys feeling thirst tonight?"

"Oh hell yeah!" One of them nodded quickly, visibly ogling her. "Classes started again this week. It's brutal! We need courage."

"Amber courage…we got that here." She smiled slowly brushing her hair away from her face. "But first…" She held out her hand snapping her fingers impatiently. "…let's see em."

Three of them reached into their wallets pulling out their ID's while the other boy looked a little nervous. Ally quickly flipped through them. "Ok Jason…your good." She handed his ID back. "Mike…" She looked at the picture than back at him. "…looking fine. Ben…your ok. Nick…" She looked at the picture then cocked her head skeptically. "…age 34?" She handed his ID back to him. "Try again in fifteen years."

"How did that get in there?" He faked surprise as he searched his pockets. "Wait! My real ones here someplace."

"Uh huh…" She smiled sarcastically as she watched him frantically look through his wallet.

"Ok…here's the thing…" He began as Ally looked to Jake and Maggie rolling her eyes. "This is my uncle's wallet! He must have mine!" He stepped up closer to her. "Look, I just want to have a few beers with my buddies. Can't you let me have a few beers tonight and tomorrow I'll come back with my uncle and we'll get this all straightened around. Do we have a deal?"

Ally looked at the boy, back at the ID then up at him again. "What's your uncle's name and address?"

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Um…excuse me?"

"Your uncle?" She smiled waving the ID at him. "You know…the one that is such a pal you can't keep your wallets straight?"

The boy began to get angry. "Look, I just want a drink! Why do you care about my uncle's business?"

She pressed the ID against his chest. "Because this is your picture glued over a drivers license of a 34 year old African-American female!" She peeled the fake picture off. "I've seen botched boob-jobs that look more realistic."

"Nick…she's got you by the balls." The one named Mike called to him. "Let's get out of here."

"No!" He shouted. "I came here for a drink and I'm not leaving until I get one!" He turned to Ally again. "Now give me a drink, bitch!"

Somebody grabbed the boy's arm. He turned around startled to find the tall dark-haired man glaring angrily at him. Something about his dark eyes made him feel uneasy. "You heard the lady." The stranger sneered at the boy. "She said no ID, no drink! Now why don't you be a good little boy and go to the Chuck E. Cheese down the street."

The patron's began to laugh as the boy tensed up. "I want a drink!" He hollered belligerently above the laughter. "What does a guy have to do to get a drink in this town?"

Ally shrugged and turned to Jesse behind the bar. "You heard the man!" She smiled giving him a wink. "Let's give him a drink."

"Coming right up." Jesse replied as he took the water dispenser spraying him with it. Everyone laughed including his friends as the boy began to sputter angrily.

"Oh Dude!" Ben laughed uncontrollably. "You have been SERVED!"

"Ok Nick!" The one named Jason continued to laugh wiping his eyes. "I think you've made enough of an ass of yourself for one night. Let's go." He turned to Ally. "I'm sorry…he's my brother. I only brought him because his car has snow tires."

"It's ok." She laughed softly and turned to Nick. "No harm, no foul."

Jake came up behind her placing a hand on her shoulder. "You are more than welcome to come back when your twenty-one, but until then, please stay out of my bar."

He turned to his friends. "Ok fine!" He shouted. "We've been kicked out of better places than this!"

"Probably with that fake ID!" Jake called after him as the patrons laughed raucously.

The dark-haired man watched Ally smiling approvingly as she hoisted herself upon the bar then spinning around on her buttocks then sliding off on the other side. She wore a pair of faded blue jeans with a hint of a pink thong peeking out the back over a pair of black high-heeled ankle boots and a white cropped tank top that showed just enough of her breasts that made him want to see more. As she noticed him eying her she smiled flirtatiously; an occurrence that did not go unnoticed by Jesse.

"No!" He gave her an exasperated glower as he cut up some limes.

"Oh common!" She implored him putting some ice in a blender. "Look at him! He's…"

"A long, tall, dark and handsome drink of beautiful water." Maggie sighed as she and Ally high-fived each other.

"What she said." Ally smiled up at Jesse who rolled his eyes.

Jesse turned to Maggie. "Can I talk to my sister in private please?"

"Be my guest." She retorted as she loaded up her serving tray with drinks brushing her red curls away from her face. "Far be it from me to stand in the way of a family quarrel." She walked away taking her drinks.

"Well that was rude!" Ally glared at her brother.

"I'll apologize later." He bore into her sternly. "But you said just this morning that you were going to stop looking for Brad in every man you see." He motioned to him. "This one isn't him either."

Ally leaned her elbows back against the bar. "I know. But I can't explain it. There's just something about his eyes that makes me feel alive again."

Jesse studied the man who casually leaned back on the barstool munching on nuts while sipping his beer. "I guess he looks harmless enough…I just don't recall seeing him around here before." He looked back at Ally. "Just promise me you'll be careful, ok?"

"I will if you will." She smiled slyly as she watched the girl he had kissed earlier at the other end of the bar smiling at him.

"What can I say?" He grinned proudly. "The Collins twins have hotness in their genes."

Ally glared furiously at him. "The Spencer twins!" She kept her voice low looking around to see if anybody noticed, but the music drowned them out. "Don't get careless on me now!"

Jesse rolled his eyes exhaling. "Shit! That was stupid! I'm sorry."

Ally shook her head. "If they find us, they find us…but let's not let stupidity be the reason." She walked away as Jesse eyed her worriedly.

Ally smiled as she approached the man. She opened up a new package of nuts and slowly poured it into the bowl he was eating from. "So is this the part of the story where I swoon and call you my hero?"

He looked at her then laughed softly. "I'm no hero…I just can't resist a damsel in distress…especially such a beautiful one."

"Thanks." She almost purred as she leaned across the bar. "And I can't resist a thirsty customer; especially such a tall, dark and appetizing one." She leaned in closer. "So what can I get for you?"

He moved in so they were just inches from each other. "I thought I would try the orgasm."

Ally smiled knowingly. "How many would you like?"

"Wouldn't that question be better suited for you?" He slowly raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a multiples kind of girl." She almost whispered. "But I can also do a wicked screamer."

"Then I'll try the screaming orgasm." He murmured softly.

She pulled back slowly not taking her eyes off of him as she began to mix his drink. "Are you new in town? I haven't seen you here before." She reached down grabbing a shaker. "I would have remembered you."

He watched as she skillfully grabbed bottles and tossed them before catching them in mid spin. "No, just passing through."

She took a bottle of white creme de cacao and tossed it behind her back catching it with the other hand before pouring into a shot glass. "Business, or pleasure?" She looked up long enough see his reaction.

"Business." He replied watching her empty the ingredients into a shaker. "But I'm hoping to mix in some pleasure."

"Jesse! Throw me the vodka!" She shouted.

"Coming right up!" He grabbed a bottle juggling it before tossing it to her in a spiral. She caught it with a flourish as the crowd cheered.

"Show off." He teased grinning slowly.

Ally laughed. "It's a skill." She poured the vodka into the shaker then shook it in a circular motion above her head before pouring it into a tall glass and sticking a straw into it. "One screaming orgasm with extra creame." He gave a laugh as he took a sip. "So what do you think?" She prodded him.

"I'm thinking if the drink is this good…the real thing has got to be unbelievable." He reached out running his fingers alongside her face. "So that brings me to my next question…" He leaned in brushing his lips across hers. "What time to you get off?" They began to kiss softly.

"I'll go clock out right now." She whispered kissing him once more before reluctantly breaking away.

He watched her walk away looking over her shoulder before stopping to high-five the red-headed waitress.

Sylar leaned back on his bar stool watching her cash out her tips at the register. His phone began to ring. "What!" He barked angrily into the receiver.

"It's a good thing I packed extra condoms in your bag." Bennet spoke in a controlled whisper form his corner in the bar. "I could feel the heat from over here."

"Have you been spying on me?" He retorted venomously.

"Let's call it a performance review." Bennet quipped. "Just remember she is an assignment…"

"You think I don't know that?" He hissed into the phone.

He could see Bennet's blue steel eyes piercing him from across the room. "I just want you to remember that tomorrow morning when it's time to take her in."

"You just take care of the brother and I'll have the pretty sister ready to go. I'll even pack her bags. " He looked up to see her make her way through the crowd back to him. He smiled hanging up his phone.

She grabbed his hand leading him toward the door. "Are you ready?"

He smiled slowly looking down at her. "Are you?"

She lead him out the door passing her brother on the way. "Don't hurry home." She whispered to him as Jesse watched her leave with a troubled look in his eye.

To be continued….