Sorry for the long wait on this story, but I got a little stuck, and a little sidetracked with different stories, and life. I hope you can forgive me.

I know this chapter is short, but I will do my best to make it up to you in the next chapter. Also, this is not the best chapter I have written, but I still hope you will enjoy it!

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Eliot stopped outside of her warehouse, and turned the engine off. Parker sighed as she sat in the passenger seat.

"Well, we're here." Eliot remarked his voice soft.

Parker nodded, and bit her lip.

Tonight was the best time she had ever had in her life, besides jumping off skyscrapers and stealing, but tonight, to be with him was more than she ever could imagine. She didn't want it to end. She never wanted it to end.

She lowered her head, and stared at her hands. She refused to look up at his face, because of the strange feelings stirring inside her veins, running through her body.

"Parker" Eliot called out softly. He knew something was bothering her, and he wanted to know what it was. Despite the fact that, tonight was the best time he ever had, and he suspected she felt the same, he knew the happy woman, who talked him into a bungee jump, and made out with on the Ferris wheel, was now a quiet little girl.

"Parker." He called out again.

Parker suddenly turned in the seat, after unsnapping her seat belt, and threw herself into his arms. She didn't care about the restrictions between them; all she wanted was his arms around her, never letting her go.

Eliot wrapped his arms around her gently, and held her as her face nuzzled against his throat. He didn't need to ask what was wrong. He knew she would tell him, but the air was beginning to fill with questions and tension, and Eliot wanted those answers before he did something he would probably regret.

"I don't want this to end." She whispered, in a low frightened tone.

Eliot closed his eyes, and sighed. "I don't either, darling." He whispered back, his left hand running through her hair.

Parker turned her head, and laid it on his shoulder. "I feel safe with you." She replied, softly.

Eliot felt his heart triple in beats from those five little words. No, they weren't little. They were enormous. All of the things he had done in his life, his past, he never once thought of making anyone fell safe. Sure he kept the team safe, that was his job, but he never had anyone tell him they felt safe with him, it was always the opposite. He scared them, but not Parker.

"I don't want this feeling to end, Eliot." She continued, as if nothing had changed. She held him tighter, though it wasn't much tighter, due to restrictions, and sighed. "Can I stay with you tonight?" She asked, softly.

Eliot's arms tightened at the thought of her in his bed or whatever bed. He was brought up a gentleman, though at times he didn't act like it with some women, but Parker was different. She needed to be shown the good in some men.

"Why?" He asked his voice soft in a whisper.

Parker pulled back and looked up in his eyes. "You don't want me too." She replied, in a form of a statement, but Eliot read between the lines. She was asking.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she jumped out of the truck so fast, he blinked to see where she was heading.

He shook his head, as he followed her to the warehouse, and ran to catch the door before it closed.

"Parker!" He shouted as he watched her disappear in the darkness. He ran to the center of the room, and his eyes began to search the darkness. "Parker!" He shouted again, though he knew it was waste less. She didn't want to be found.

He closed his eyes, and ran his right hand through his hair. "Parker, I didn't mean what I said." He replied with a hint of frustration. "I do want you too, but…" He trailed off. He didn't know what to say to her, and he felt a little stupid talking to the darkness, even though she was in there, somewhere.

He shook his head, and started to walk away, thinking she was still mad at him. The perfect first date had just turned into a disaster, and it was his fault.

Parker watched in silence up in the rafters, as he started towards the door. She closed her eyes at the pain, and shook her head. He made her feel safe, and wanted. She was the one who ran. She was the one who ruined a perfect night with her little insecurity. No one had ever really wanted her. In her whole life, no one ever took the time to listen to her to hold her. Eliot did. He always did, even at times when he called her crazy. He still listened, and sent a smile her way with whatever crazy thing she said.

Yes, she was the one who ran. Parker sighed, and began to climb down. With a swiftness of a cat, she moved in front of Eliot, and stopped him before he reached the door.

"I was the one who ran." She stated simply, as he stopped to look at her in the dimness of the lights.

Eliot nodded, but didn't say a word.

Parker nodded, and waited for him to make a move or say something.

"Do you still want to stay with me?" Eliot asked, simply.

Parker nodded with a small smile.

Eliot nodded, and lowered his head. "I'll wait for you in the truck." He replied.

She stepped toward him. "I just need you, Eliot." She stated with a grasp of his hand.

Eliot pulled her closer, and wrapped his arms around her. "And I need you, Parker." He whispered in her hair.

She wasn't sure what he meant, but she liked those words nonetheless. No one ever needed her, except to steal something or what have you. She smiled as the warm feeling returned to her veins, and she knew this was where she needed to be.

That night after Eliot let Parker borrow a shirt, and a pair of jogging pants with a drawstring, they climbed into his full sized bed.

Parker turned on her left side, and snuggled deeper into Eliot's side. With his right arm around her, securing her to him, Eliot smiled into the darkness. He placed his cheek on her blonde head, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Parker smiled as she snaked her right arm around his rib-shirt covered abdomen. She had never felt so safe in her life. This was a new feeling, and she loved it.

She was safe. Safe in the hitter's arms, and it was perfect.

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Until Next Time...