Sorry the chapter is still so short, I promise the next one will be way longer. I also will apologize for any grammar mistakes, I wrote this fast and didn't double check for any mistakes. I hope you like it and make sure you review, anything and everything helps!

Nine's Pov:

An hour later and five punching bags. I can't stop thinking about Six. It's like she's taken permanent residence in my mind. Everything about her, the way her hair falls when she's training, the scowl she makes whenever I say her nickname, and the way she smiles when she thinks no one is looking. Yep, she's stuck in my mind.

I punch the bag harder now. I need to focus, now is not the time to become soft. I imagine the punching bag is Stakarus Ra and harder. The bag breaks and sand pours out. Perfect, another broken bag. I pick it up easily and throw it to the side.

"Hey Nine, I need to ask you a question." said a rather nervous Sam.

I turned and faced him. "Well hello Sammy what can I do for you?" I replied. I walked towards him and stopped a few feet in front of him.

"I was wondering if you knew what was wrong with Six," Sam said.

My shoulders tensed. "She probably has the flu or something. Why do you need to know?"

"We were going to explore some of Chicago tonight, but since she's sick I guess we'll have to do it some other time." came his disappointed reply.

I turned my back to Sam and walked to get another punching bag. "Don't you think it's a bit dangerous right now for you two to be prancing around Chicago?" My tone was light, but my words were anything but. Sam looked uncomfortable and a little bit hurt. Good.

"I really didn't think about it that much," replied Sam, " we just wanted to get out of the penthouse for a little bit."

I hung the bag up and turned back towards Sam. "You and Six need to find another way to entertain yourselves, preferably one that won't ruin our chances of winning the war." I turned around and began to punch the new bag, harder than I usually punch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam shake his head and leave. I continue punching the bag until my knuckles begin to bruise and the blood stains become too noticeable.

I leave and walk to my room. My room is one of the biggest here and has a flat screen TV. I take off my clothes and put them with the other dirty laundry that has yet to be washed. I hate washing laundry and that is one thing that will never change. I hop into the shower and let the hot water soothe my aching muscles. Yet again Six pops into my mind. Why would she choose Sam? He's human, sure he tries hard to fit in with the rest of us, but he's still human and always will be. It's the humans that cause us the most pain. Tricking us into caring about them and then turning us over to the mogs. I think back to Maddie. I should have payed more attention. Then Sandor might still be alive. That thought shakes me and I get out of the shower.

After drying off and getting dressed I head into the living room to wait for the others to return.

Six's Pov:

I slowly open my eyes. I must've fallen asleep on the couch. Then who carried me to my room? I just lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling for awhile. Shit. I forgot about Sam, he's probably mad I skipped out on our little adventure. With a sigh I get up and head towards Sam's room.

I knock on Sam's door and open it with out waiting for a reply, "Hey Sam." As I look around I notice Sam isn't in his room. I push open the door completely and step into his room.

"Six? What are you doing?" says a voice from the doorway. I whip my head around and I can feel my self blushing.

"I was looking for you, but you weren't in your room." I replied.

"And you are in my room because..." he looked at me suspiciously.

"I wanted to apologize for skipping out on our adventure today."

"Oh, it's alright, you weren't feeling good. We could always do it some other time." he said sadly. He turned and walked towards his bed and lied down.

"Sam? Are you okay?" I looked at his melancholy expression and frowned.

"Yeah...maybe it would be better if we didn't leave the penthouse." he said softly. His eyes were closed and he looked really upset.

"Did something happen? I thought we both were tired of staying cooped up in the penthouse." I look at him confused, but he avoids my stare.

He sighs, "Nine and I had a friendly conversation about our plans and the how they can affect the other guard. It's nothing personal he's just being his usual arrogant self."

I continue to stare at Sam. "Nine doesn't get to control what we do Sam." A sly smile appeared on my face. "How about we ignore what Nine thinks and we go out and explore Chicago anyways."

A smile spreads across Sam's face. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." His smile disappears and is replaced with concern. "I mean if you feel better."

I roll my eyes, "Sam you don't need to worry about me. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go punch someone in the face." Sam smiles and shakes his head.

Nine's Pov:

I set the remote down on the table. There is nothing on TV. I lean back and close my eyes and let my muscles relax.

"I had a feeling I would find you here" says a voice. I turn around and plant my signature smirk on my face.

"Well, well, look who it is." I smile at Six sweetly. "I guess you're feeling better." Before I have a chance to register what's happening she's right in front of my face. My smile goes up a few notches. "Well Six, I didn't know..." Pain laces through my jaw. "What the hell Sweetheart!" I look at her and see her signature scowl.

"Don't call me that. Why would you threaten Sam, he hasn't done anything." Her eyes focus on me.

I rub my jaw gently, I can already feel a bruise forming. "You see, you and Sam decided to make an awful decision and explore Chicago, which could lead the mogs right to us."

Six looked more and more pissed as I continued talking and her eyes lit up like they usually do when we fight. "Your just being an asshole. Sam and I can handle ourselves, we're not stupid, we wouldn't lead the mogs back here."

I move closer to her until I'm right in her face, "How can you trust Sam?"

"How can I trust Sam?!, Sam has saved my life more than I would like to admit. He would never betray any of us!" Both of our shoulders were tense and we were shouting at each other.

"That doesn't mean he wouldn't trade you in for a new life." I could feel my anger getting out of control.

"Why do you give a shit Nine?!" She yelled back.

"Because I don't want anything to happen to you!" I yelled. Then, neither of us talked we only stared at each other, our chest heaving. I bent my head until it touched Six's. "I don't want anything to happen to you," I whispered. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind Six's ear and ran my hand down her cheek. We leaned towards each other until our lips brushed.

"Hey guys, guess what we found!"