The next morning I wake up to the same room, but I smell a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen downstairs. Still in my pajama pants and hoodie, I walk down into the kitchen to see Nash cooking eggs and bacon. I start to help by making some toast, but strong arms lift me easily up in the air, and place me in one of the bar stools by the counter. I feel a slight peck on the cheek, as Nash walks back to the stove.

"Lauren, you're still on vacation. Do you really think I would make my girlfriend cook on her vacation," Nash says with that cocky grin of his.

"I guess not, but what can I do on my vacation if I can't even cook for myself?"

"You can do whatever you please, just not manual labor," he laughs to himself. He passes me a plate of scrambled eggs, and bacon; it smells wonderful.

I take a bite of bacon, when Nash puts some bread in the toaster.

"How about going into town today," I say with a mouth full of eggs.

"That sounds relaxing, and it should be a nice sunny day out today."

"We could just walk around. You know, look at what's going on."

"We'll do whatever you want. Just relax and enjoy the breakfast your amazing boyfriend made for you," he says to me, with a sweet smile on his face.

After breakfast we each get ready. I dress in dark-wash jeans, tight, green, v-neck, long-sleeved t-shirt. My hair is falling down in loose ringlets to my shoulders. Nash is dressed in jeans and one of his favorite hoodies. My heart skips a beat when I see him with his cocky smile, and an old hoodie that makes him looks younger than he is. He looks me up and down, and smiles as he walks towards me, and laces his fingers in my hair.

"How am I lucky enough to find a woman as beautiful as you," he says looking me in the eyes.

"I don't know, but it's true, you have been very lucky," I say with a smile on my face as I stretch on my tip toes to press my lips to his. I end the kiss, and look up at him. He still has his eyes closed, but he's smiling more than ever before. I feel my pulse quicken as I see him so peaceful; so happy.

"Shall we head into town then," I ask as I move towards the door.

"Sure. I'm your servant for today. I want you to enjoy your day off. You deserve it."

"Sure I do," I laugh, "come on. Let's get going."

The town is alive as Nash and I are walking down the sidewalk; hand in hand. His hands are so much bigger than mine, but my hand fits perfectly in his; covered completely, safe from the surrounding world. The townspeople are enjoying the sunny day window shopping down the main strip. There are couples of every shape and size; enjoying each others' company.

I'm enjoying the sunny day, the slight breeze against my face when, out of nowhere, this sinking feeling finds its way into the pit of my stomach. I know something is wrong. My spy training keeps me from showing my fear in my expression. I squeeze Nash's hand. He looks down with a questioning look.

"What is it, Lauren?"

"I'm not sure, but I know something's wrong. I can't place it, but this feeling is defiantly trying to tell me something." I'm afraid he'll say I'm paranoid; that I should just enjoy my vacation. But he scans the surrounding area, and leads me into the only grocery store in town.

We walk down the aisles pretending to be interested in the produce that surrounds us. The sinking feeling is stronger now than ever.

"Nash," I whisper as I start to get worried, "something is defiantly wrong."

"Lauren, it's okay. Nothing's going to happen." As the words leave his mouth, the store lights go out in a blink of an eye. I hear a punch make contact as Nash grunts in pain. I look for him in the dark as a hit makes contact with my chest. I step back, and I kick hard in the direction I felt the punch. I make contact as my attacker doubles over. I raise my knee into his face with as much force as I can make before he looks up. He flies back onto the ground, and as I'm about to finish him off, an iron-strong grip wraps around my waist, lifting me into the air, and out the door. I push against the force, but one of the arms grip my shoulders. I start to kick, trying to break free, when I finally make contact I hear a familiar grunt, and realize who it is.

"Nash? Oh, I'm sorry." I apologize as we come to an alley way out back behind the store.

"Lauren, stay quiet, and it's okay. I'm getting you out of here, immediately. But by the way, you defiantly have power behind your lean build." He still has the slight pain in his voice from the kick.

After running with me in his arms for over a few blocks, he sets me down in a corner of a near-empty parking lot. I see a silver 2006 Mazda, parked in the lot by itself, out of sight from most of the public. I nudge Nash in the arm and point over to the vehicle. His eyes follow mine; it registers in his head, and he nods in approval.

"Reasonable vehicle, it wouldn't attract too much attention, as well as being a reliable car, good pick," Nash whispers under his breath to me as we're hunched in the corner; out of sight. After scanning the area, we decide to make our way to the car; we act like we own the vehicle. I pick the locks with ease, and as I sit in the passenger's seat Nash hot wires the system in seconds. As we make our way out of town we discuss possible ideas as what we're to do now.

"What are we going to do, Nash," I ask as anxiety starts to constrict me. This is all my fault; it was, after all, my idea to go into town. My stomach sinks at the idea.

"Lauren, relax. You're stressing yourself. I think we should go to a hotel, and stay for the night. We'll try to contact Headquarters and tell them that our cover has been compromised. Then we'll go from there." He sounds so relaxed; so in control.

The sunny day slowly disappears into a gray twilight, the temperature is dropping. I wrap my arms around my knees as I look out the window; watching the trees flash by. Nash turns the heat up, but it won't help. I'm just trying to comfort myself; trying to stop myself from making me believe I'm to blame for these killers coming after me. I notice a decrease in speed as we approach a hotel. We check in for the night; Nash pays in cash to make our trail less traceable. As we walk to the elevator, I take in the hotel's lobby; looking for quick escapes, or weapons for future reference.

The elevator ride is quiet. Nash has his arm around me. I rest my head on his chest, waiting for the car to stop at our floor. The doors open to a hallway with pale wallpaper, and deep maroon carpeting from wall to wall. Every step is muffled by the carpet as we walk down the hallway in silence. When we reach our room we walk into a decent sized living area with a small couch, chair, and TV. In the far right corner of the first room there's a small dining table. Past the living/ dining room, we pass the mini bar and bathroom, and walk right into the bedroom with a king sized bed, with white comforter, and multiple white pillows. The bed is so inviting, but we can't sleep until we make absolutely sure we weren't followed.

The bedroom has a large window overseeing the highway and mountains. I start to close the curtains when the stars catch my eyes. They're brighter than I've seen them in awhile. I wrap my arms around my torso, and watch the stars, thinking about the future, until I feel arms around me. I start to relax as I feel Nash's chin on my shoulder; his breath on my neck.

"We're going to be fine, don't worry. We'll get through this," Nash says against my neck.

I can't trust my voice; I'm on the verge of tears and I know my voice will break. I nod in agreement instead of saying anything to his encouragement. He lifts his head, and turns me into his chest as he hugs me; letting me know he's here for me.

At this point, I can't hold off the tears any longer; I let them fall down my face, silently, without interference. Nash slowly rubs my back, and soothes me to the point of sleep. I cry myself to sleep in Nash's arms. How could things ever get better when my world is out to get me?