It had been one of those odd night Ryan had went out, ever since locking up Joesph "Joe" Carroll, leaving Claire Matthews, and pushing his sister Jenny away, there was nothing left to him but the empty alcohol bottles that littered his New York flat. Of course, none of this was mentioned to Mirra as he stared at his over cooked eggs and found himself slipping into darkness. She was saying something, but he was hardly listening.

"I'm sorry."

Your voice seemed harder and he looked up to meet your eyes, you were sad, but he couldn't figure out why.

"Last night must have been quite a different scene for you and I'm young and all but I do know who you are and I'm sorry. You can go if you want, we really didn't have to come out at all."

Ryan was speechless, you were reading him like a book.

"H-how?"

"I don't matter much and I spend a lot of time on my own."

Your voice was quiet again.

It was his turn to say he was sorry, but he couldn't his eyes just flickered away and then back to you. He genuinely like you, last night was no accident, waking up feeling refreshed was the best thing that had happened to him in awhile and here he was feeling bad for himself and taking you with him.

"Come on."

He half smiled as he threw a wad of cash on the table and grabbed your hand pulling you up and leading you out of the cafe.

"Where?"

He only smiled at you, his eyes had lit up a bit and you were completely confused.

It wasn't long before you recognized where he was dragging you, there really was only one place around here of interest and it was the park. Suddenly, you were grinning from ear to ear, you never really went on your own, it was a couples and family thing, even reading on a bench made you feel awkward.

For some reason, Ryan chanced a look back at you, he was bewildered by your smile and stopped suddenly, knowing he would catch you off guard and you would trip right into his arms and he would pull you in for a deep kiss.

You thought this was perfect and chemistry that bonded like this only existed in fairy tales.

However, your moment was broken by a ringing phone.

"My apologies…"

He murmured as he pulled it out, no one ever called him so either his publicist was bugging him or something was wrong.

"This is Hardy."

You watched as his jaw dropped and face went white as a ghost.

"Wh-what?"

He stuttered, you knew it was bad and you took a step away from him to give him some space as he clicked the phone shut.

"What's wrong Ryan?"

"Joe Carroll escaped, the FBI wants me back."

Subconsciously he rubbed the scar on his chest, and you understood.

"This was too good to be true."

You mumbled quietly, your fairy tale just turned into a nightmare. There would be no more Ryan for you to finally be yourself around.

"No."

He growled and grabbed you and pulled you against him. Even in the last twenty-four hours he felt good, better than he ever had and he didn't want to give that up, give you up. Somewhere in him he hoped holding you tightly would make everything go away.

"I'm not going anywhere. When you need a break, come find me."

You smiled up at him. You knew there was no way anyone was going to replace him, you weren't some girl that hopped from one guy to the next.

Ryan's phone was ringing again, not it could be any slew of people, agents, people that were involved int the case, everyone's past was coming back to haunt them but all he could think of was you, and how Joe Carroll could not find out about you.

"Keep a low profile Mirra, don't tell anyone about us."