As the weeks dragged on, Rachel found herself falling harder than she could ever imagine for Noah. She was scared, scared that something would happen and that by some weird coincidence something or someone would take him away. She had to admit, she loved him and she knew he loved her back. The one thing she loved, was the fact Noah would make sure she knew. Whether it was him sending her cute little text messages, or even through calls or even in person, she loved that he always made time to tell her. She felt loved and she knew she owed him a lot for making her feel like the luckiest girl around.

Today though, was no different. They had spent the morning walking through central park. They had a quick bite to eat for breakfast and Noah had even brought her a single red rose. Why? It was literally because he could.

There was still something about Noah that Rachel didn't know. He still hadn't mentioned why he was in New York or what he was doing there. Of course he appeared to be working or up to something and she didn't really question him. It was like the subject was off topic.

She didn't know why he was so secretive about it but she knew she couldn't just come out and ask him. Not after they had a nice morning.

If she was being honest, she knew what Noah was like. Well what he used to be like. She knew he was no longer in the Air Force and she figured perhaps he had gone back to his old ways. Perhaps he was up to no good? That's all she could think off.

Back at her apartment, Rachel had made them both a green juice. She had opted for a healthier lifestyle when she got this Broadway role. She sat down beside him on the couch, her hand resting idly on his knee. She was deep in thought and Noah could see it.

"What's on your mind babe?" He asked, though he knew he would soon regret it.

"Nothing." Rachel lied and but her bottom lip. Noah had seen straight through it and ended up giving her a look.

"I know that face. I know something is on your mind Berry, so spill." Noah said.

Biting her lip even harder but not enough to draw blood, Rachel let out a sigh and looked up to the man beside her.

"Okay, I just… I'm curious as to why you came here. You always say it doesn't matter or you change the subject. I just want to know you're not up to no good, Noah." She said.

Looking at her, Noah was taken back that she would even think that and shook his head.

"Up to no good?" He questioned. "UP TO NO GOOD?!" That time was a little louder as he put his hands on his hips and looked on in disbelief.

"Just because I don't like talking about why I'm here, doesn't mean that I'm automatically up to know good." Noah said. He knew he should just come out and tell her. It wasn't bad but he didn't want to jinx anything by letting out just exactly what he was doing.

"Noah…" Rachel tried to but in but Noah wasn't having any of it and cut her back off.

"You know what? I can't believe you would think that about me. I'm not doing drugs; I'm not some criminal robbing people on the city streets. I'm just some guy trying to make a name for himself." He said.

"Trying to make a name? In what? Just talk to me Noah." She said, pleading while she reached for his hands. "I just want to be able to support you, the way you do to me." She added.

He supported her through so much, especially since getting together and Rachel honestly believed she owed him and would love to do the same for him.

"Rach. Please, just drop the subject okay? I'll tell you eventually. Just give me a few weeks please?" he asked. "I promise, it's nothing bad." He said, causing Rachel to sigh out and fold her arms in a huff. She hated not getting her own way.

"Fine." Was all she mumbled.