Craig awoke in a hospital bed but not in Cancun. He was in a strange brick complex. It was abnormally warm. His cloths were on a chair next to him. "Craig?" he heard her voice. "Welcome to Arizona," Julia shouted through a closed door "Have some breakfast." She had left him a protein bar and a large cup of tea.

"I'm not a big tea drinker," he replied, sitting up.

"This is medicinal, to counter act what Anna injected with you with," she explained. "And when you're feeling up to it you can come meet me in my lab."

Craig got dressed; he was surprised to see his motorcycle waiting for him outside the small house. Craig grew up in Australia, riding dirt bikes and motorcycles across the outback, so he found the warmth of the Arizona sun to be strangling comforting. He walked outside; the small house had been made out of natural red clay, a substance meant to hold in heat during the day, to maintain a living temperature at night. Julia's actual lab was next door, a larger glass building with a roof covered in solar panels.

"How do you train when you're out here?" he asked as she emerged from her daily rounds of monitoring her cellular and botanical specimens. Craig smiled, didn't look like a scientist- she looked cute in her green tank top and brown shorts.

"Like a soldier," she shrugged, "Push-ups, sit ups, lots of running."

"My neck is killing me," he groaned.

"Bryan kind of stabbed you in the neck with a chair." Julia said, she was trying to picture the image in her mind.

"That sentence makes no sense, he laughed.

"What I mean is he didn't hit you in the neck," she mimed the typical pro-wrestler act of hitting someone with the entire surface of the folding chair, "He stabbed.. No I think the word is jabbed, he jabbed you in the neck. But luckily as far as my MRI can tell you only suffered bruising." She concluded.

"You have an MRI machine in there?" Craig started to laugh.

"More like a hand held scanner, I can detect bone fractures, cellular anomalies and run a register at Taco John's." She felt Craig put his hand on her shoulder as he laughed even harder.

"That place is the shit," he smiled, "Those cheese covered potatoes."

"Potato oles" she suddenly realized the whole joke didn't hold up since a restaurant would probably not use hand scanners "They're tater tots with nacho cheese."

"I know what they are," Craig was still smiling, he wanted to apologize for his actions but that was not in his nature, "How about we hop on my bike, and drive down the highway until we find some?"

"Sounds fun, but I …" her projects could wait, "You know what- let's do it, let's get some real breakfast." It was only a forty minute drive in to Tucson, the location of the only Taco John's in the state.

"I heard you finally got your data back…" he said as she held his back.

"Technically it was Professor T's data, but… " she didn't feel like taking about her research or talking at all while going 70 mph down the highway.

They ordered all manner of junk food or at least what was available at 9 am. They ate in the parking lot under the hot sun. "Are we friends?" Julia asked as she dumped a cup of hot sauce on her cheesy tater tots.

"I don't know; do friends kidnap each other from Mexican hospitals?" he asked as he chomped down on a breakfast burrito.

"Do friends have mind blowing sex then humiliate each other on television?" She shot back.

"How were YOU the one humiliated?" He asked as he took a sip of his large Mountain Dew.

"Because the crowd was chanting for me to fix things- and I hate doing that. When I team with someone I don't want the crowd to be focused on me- wanting me to be the hero," she could tell she had confused him. "Let's finish up and get back to my lab."

"What makes you think I want to go back to your lab? What makes you think I need you at all?" Craig asked.

"I don't know," Julia felt like she was about to cry. "I just wanted to be your friend. - And before you say your next line; about how you don't need friends- I had your motorcycle shipped here so you would feel like my guest and not my hostage." She finished her food, and got up to leave. She pulled out her cell phone as she walked away.

"What are you doing?" he asked, following her.

"I'm calling a cab," Julia said, "I just wanted to be your friend. I figured if I spend some time with you, getting to know the real you..."

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," The words spilled out of his mouth.

Julia was taken by surprise, "You're sorry?" She wasn't about to press the subject. She walked towards his bike.

"Yeah, I am," he cupped her face looking in to her deep brown eyes and kissed her. He tasted of cheap Mexican food and soda but then again so did she.

They rode back to her lab she led him to her real bedroom (his hospital bed had been set up in the guest bedroom.) Julia had a queen sized bed, it would be a tight squeeze but they could both conceivably fit. They made out in her bed, as they both started to undress. "This is a really bad idea after Mexican food," she laughed.

They made love; he sucked her neck as he penetrated her deep and hard with her cute shorts around her knees. "You are so beautiful, "he said as he kissed her.

To have Craig on top was not an ideal position. But he knew just how to use his weight to his advantage. He kept his arms straight, nearly in a push up position as he thrust in to her over and over. He loved Julia's orgasms; every time she climaxed her every muscle in her body tightened, especially the part that was currently hosting his cock. Julia put her arms around him, kissing him as she felt him finish inside her. They both collapsed in ecstasy, lying down next to each other.

"Want to show me around your lab?" He asked.