TheSavannah took Eliot's hands and pulled him over to the bed. She sat down and he followed suit. "Talk to me," she said seriously.

He swallowed. He knew what was wrong. Aimee was the only ever relationship he had, and the job ruined it. He'd grown up with Aimee and kept himself closed off once he started working. Since Savannah was part of the job since they met, he'd stumbled in too deep with her. Now he was afraid he was in Aimee's place. They were in the middle of a job, a very hard job, and Savannah was holding him at arm's length. Was she putting the job ahead of him? Should she? It was only the second time he'd ever been in love, and he was terrified it was going to end even worse than the first time since Savannah was part of the team. He was afraid that he'd let his guard down too fast, too far. He needed to know she was in as deep as he was. But he couldn't tell her that. " I don't know." He lied. He ran his hands through his hair. "This job is just really hard. We're only talking through coms most of the time. And not just you and me. It's being away from Parker and Hardison too." Nice cover. "You know, can't even crack a beer with my family at the end of day."

Her eyes shined and her lips puckered with sympathy. She pulled herself into his lap. "Eliot, we are making progress on this job. And it's going to be over soon. And we can make up for all this. It's going to be okay. The team is here. Right now, I am here. And right now, you just need to focus on that." He nodded. "Come here."

She pulled his face to hers and her tongue slid between his lips. A couple hours of sweaty making out passed by before she pulled him to the bedroom door. "You feel better?" He nodded, still dazed. "Good. But unfortunately, it's time for you to go."

He pulled her wrist to his lips and kissed it. "Are you sure I can't spend the night?"

She shook her head sadly. "We risked enough tonight. Please don't make this harder."

"Goodnight," he said as he slipped out the door.

"Goodnight, Eliot."

At the next meeting, Megan zipped right to Savannah as soon as she spotted her. "Good evening, sweetie. How-where's the bracelet I gave you."

Savannah wiggled the fingers on her right hand. "I had a friend fashion it into a ring. I think you know her, Michelle?"

Megan nodded. "I do. She's the older sister of that Tami girl, the cute little thing my Jacob has under his wing. Cute girl. Not the brightest, but cute."

Tracy snorted into the com, "Sucker."

"You didn't like the bracelet?" Megan asked, steering back on topic.

"No, I love it, but I have a tendency to break bracelets; they get caught on things, and I just yank and end up with pieces."

"Oh, smart. As usual." She scooted closer into Savannah's space. "Speaking of smart, about that Cartwright boy."

A chorus of "oh shit"s sounded from Parker, Hardison, and several of the Van House girls.

"Hold it, don't panic yet," Dani quelled.

"What...about him?" Savannah choked.

"I believe he's sweet on you," Megan answered.

"Honey, if you could get that terrified look of your face, my ego would appreciate it," Eliot grumbled.

"Quiet, Spencer," Dani warned.

"You do?" Savannah squeaked.

"And I believe you're sweet on him," Megan continued.

"Why-why would you-"

"Sweetie, gossip travels faster than a hummingbird on methamphetamines. Everyone knows that boy went to your apartment last night. And you look rested today."

"N-nothing happened."

She rubbed Savannah's arm. "Don't look so panicked. It would have only been a problem if he hadn't made it in, but he was a favorite just like you...and Tami." Savannah stammered incoherently in response. "Oh, sweetie, go for it. Everyone thinks you're adorable together."

"Go for it? You do?"

"Of course! You know, you play your cards right, you could be engaged, married, and carrying a little baby Cartwright a mere year from now."

The room turned to look as Savannah's drinking glass crashed to the floor. She turned about a dozen shades of red, and it had little to do with the onlooking crowd that Megan waved away. "Baby?!"

"Of course, sweetie." She put a soothing hand on Savannah's shoulder. "I mean, you remember a big part of the Blue Suns mission, right? You have a duty to bring little Blue Sun into this world."

"Uh-huh," Savannah agreed, starting to hyperventilate.

Dani swooped in. "Victoria, why don't we get you another glass of water?"

"Sure, sure," Savannah sputtered.

"You know what, sweetie, you don't look so good. Do you wanna head home for the night?" Megan suggested.

"That might actually be a good idea," Dani agreed.

"Okay..." Savannah succumbed.

Megan waved Eliot over. "Mr. Cartwright, would you mind taking Miss Morgan home. I don't think she's fit to drive that little moped."

"I can take her," Dani interjected.

"Just let it happen," Parker instructed.

"What?!" Savannah said a little too loudly.

"Get to work on that little one," Megan whispered.

Eliot whisked Savannah off into his truck. As they pulled away from the meeting place, this time it was a church, Savannah pulled out her com and slammed it on the dashboard. There were obscenities from the others following the loud crack it made. "Dammit, Savannah! What the hell?!" Eliot growled, yanking out his own com.

"Weeks! Weeks down the drain!" she spat.

"What are you talking about? We're not blown," he told her. She looked at him with a furrowed brow. "If anything, we're golden, you and me. They love us. We can actually work together now. And we get to start with a day off."

"We're really okay?"

"Yeah, why do you think Parker let me take you home?" His put his arm around her and pulled her closer. "We're okay, honey."