Skye stared up at the pale white ceiling of Eliot's living room. Somehow, she lost the argument with Nate of where she was staying. First at Nate's apartment but somehow had this grand idea to stay with the hitter. She closed her eyes, resting comfortably on his long couch. She felt exhausted and as much as her body and mind knew it, she didn't like it.

Her mind wandered to the previous events that day. Finding her sister's body on her bedroom floor. Meeting Nate at the hospital then taken to his condo above McRory's. She shouldn't have been surprised that he lived there. Then she was forced to stay with Eliot, he even didn't let her take a vehicle. She frowned with closed eyes. Staying with Eliot after he gave her the five minute tour, she felt nostalgic. It reminded her of her father's home estate in Southern Carolina.

She tensed when she heard the soft sound of footsteps. "Hey." She heard Eliot's gruff voice break the silence she was hating.

"Hey." Skye replied, mentally cursing herself at how she sounded helpless. She wrinkled her nose, catching the whiff of pasta off of him. "Italian?"

Eliot chuckled, "Yeah. Lasagna." He sat down on the arm of the couch, watching her with curiosity. He held back a laugh, disguising it as a cough when he heard the familiar stomach growl. "I made enough for two of us."

Skye couldn't help but smile and opened her eyes when she heard the sound of fading footsteps. Sitting up, she combed her fingers through her windblown hair. "It can't be dinner." Her voice trailed as she looked at the clock. She hadn't realize the time had gone by fast. She swore she was just at her house minutes ago.

"Come on before it gets cold or I decide to eat the whole thing." Eliot warned and listened to the patter of bare feet on the hard wood floor.

"Sorry." Skye sat down in the chair Eliot gently kicked open with his foot. She looked at the lasagna in the middle of the table before looking over at Eliot sitting next to her. "So, when are you gonna start staring at me with clothes on?" She arched an eyebrow while piling on the food, yet laughing when he choked.

"I do look at you like you're clothed." He defended after clearing up his lungs from his startled reaction to her question.

"Riight. Bar, thong and a garter don't count as being clothed, Eliot." Skye looked at him out of the corner of her before taking a bite. Her eyes closed as the flavors exploded onto her taste buds. She opened her eyes as the warm feeling of ecstasy faded. She saw his attention on her and arched an eyebrow.

"So?" He asked before taking a bite of his own food.

"So, what?" She tilted her head, unsure if he was talking about staring at her unclothed or about the food.

"Do you like it?" He motioned to the lasagna on her plate.

"Oh." Skye looked at her plate before looking at him with a straight face, her pale eyes staring into his blue eyes. "It's terrible. You have any garlic bread that I can rinse my mouth out with?" She stood to get a glass of water, pausing at his glare and saw she hurt his ego. A grin broke out when he turned away from her, silent. She turned to him, leaning forward into his ear. "It was ecstasy. May I have the recipe?" She smiled when he turned his head to look at her. "Can't take a joke, can you cowboy?" She straightened up, the smile still lingering on her lips when he turned fully to look at her.

"You, darlin', don't get any garlic bread." Eliot pointed to her just before the timer on the oven went off. He stood up after she moved away from the oven, though took a glance at her as she got herself a glass of water.

"Yes you do. You forgot my Bruadar at Nate's place." Skye accused as she sat back down in her seat, watching Eliot move. She took in his casual look while he busied himself at the stove. The blue button down was gone, leaving him with a blank racerback tank top and a blue bandanna in his hair. She smiled lightly, remembering the few times they crossed paths at her work place.

"I.. That.." Eliot stuttered, feeling angered with himself yet calmly brought over the plate with garlic bread.

Skye laughed, placing a hand on his forearm. "Relax, cowboy. I'm teasing." She pulled back only to take a piece of bread off of the plate. She crossed one leg over the other, her foot accidently brushing against his leg.

"You're good at that." Eliot pointed out bumping his knee against her foot.

"Course, part of the job description." Skye shrugged as she took another bite of lasagna. "Dulce cielo." She closed her eyes before looking at him.

"Sweet heaven, huh?" Eliot asked, translating her spanish words. He enjoyed her compliment and watched her eat as he did the same.

After awhile, the two strangers got used to each other company from playfully bantering over dinner. Skye offered to clean up afterwards, but it turned into a statement when Eliot declined her offer. The two argued over if Skye will help with the cleaning and turned to a threat with Skye stabbing Eliot with her fork. Eliot finally threw his hands up in the air. "Alright alright. I'm too full to argue anymore." He laughed. Normally he would have argued even when they started to clean but he couldn't help himself when she pouted at him.

"You feed me, let me into your home. The least I can do is help clean." Skye pointed at him with her fork as she stood up. She shook her head as she took his plate, piling it up onto hers before walking towards the sink.

Eliot sighed as he grabbed several containers for the bread and lasagna. "You gonna be alright tonight?" He asked, glancing over at her at the sink. He walked over to her, hearing her silence and bringing the rest of the dishes over. "Skye?"

"Huh?" Skye's head jerked up at the sound of Eliot's voice. "Oh, yeah. I'll be fine." She waved her hand in dismissal. She looked away from him, putting her hands into the warm, bubbly water to continue washing the dishes.

Eliot arched an eyebrow before looking at the dishwasher. "The dishwasher is empty." He stated, opening the dishwasher.

"Oh." Skye's brows furrowed before shrugging. "I'll finish washing these then. I'll put the rest in the dishwasher." She watched Eliot nod before walking away from her.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." Eliot glanced at Skye to see if she heard and his shoulders slumped in relaxation when she waved her hand at him.

Skye sighed as she finished up rinsing the two plates and silverware before loading up the rest into the dishwasher. She was tired, more than she normally was. Emotionally drained, she dragged her feet into the spare room Eliot let her sleep in. Glancing around the room, she nodded again in approval before she began unloading her luggage and marching into the small bathroom that had a shower instead of a bathtub. Skye pulled into her normal routine of flossing, brushing, and then rinsing her mouth. She put on her nightly attire which were satin set of silver camisole and loose, mini shorts. She listened to the shower turn off while brushing her hair and she came out of her borrowed room to see Eliot glancing around with a towel in his hand, drying his hair and wearing midnight blue pajama pants.

"Skye?" Eliot called, spinning around when he heard a noise behind him. He took in her look and found it did more to him than seeing her in her usual outfit at Veiled Sins. "Hey, you going to bed?"

Skye nodded as she looked down at the floor. "Yeah. You?" She approved of what she saw as much as she did when she saw his strong back.

Eliot nodded. "Alright, I'll be up for a few hours. Don't hesitate to come get me if you need anything." He said trying to disguise his look over. Her strong, lean legs bringing up to the curve of her hips and torso.

Skye nodded. "Alright." She bit down on her lower lip before giving him a short salute. "Good night, Cowboy." She turned her back on him, walking back into her room and collapsed onto her bed.

"Night, Skye." Eliot said yet quizically stared after her, finding it odd against his lips.