Faith paced her hospital room, she'd been awake for three days, it had taken her that long to talk her way out of here. She hadn't seen Eliot since the day she woke up, according to Michael he had to leave for work. She was disappointed, but it was better this way, make a clean break. She was going straight to the airport, and going to New Orleans.

Tie up any loose ends, then move on, she hadn't decided where she was going yet. The door opened, she smiled at her brother, as he walked into her room. "My flight leaves in two hours, did you bring my bags?"

"I really think you should wait, talk to Eliot..."

Faith shook her head, smiling sadly. "It's better this way. He isn't the type to settle down, you're the one that told me that."

"People can change...just wait for him."

"No, I'm going home, take care of some business, then move on." Walking out behind her brother, she rolled her eyes, when she's forced to ride in a wheelchair. She couldn't afford to get her heart broke. She loved Eliot, and probably wouldn't get over him anytime soon. Waiting around, just to hear him tell her that he didn't have feelings for her, she just couldn't do it.

She had no idea, why her brother was encouraging her to stay and wait. Climbing into his car, she closed her eyes, as he drove towards the airport.

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Eliot was sitting the seat on the airplane, anxious to get back home to Faith. It frustrated him to no end, when he was pulled away, the early the next morning for a job. He didn't get a chance to tell her, he could have told her how he felt about her on the phone, but he wanted to do it in person. He was going to do it tonight, he wasn't going to waste anytime.

She should be waiting for him at his house when he got there. He smiled as he leaned his head against the seat, Hardison's mindless chatter was no where near as annoying as it usually was. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on whatever the man next to him was saying. Looking at his watch, it would be another three hours before they landed, another thirty minutes before he was home with Faith.

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Faith took a cab to her loft once she got back home, looking around the apartment, she had to decide where to start first. Cleaning, was a must, she started in the kitchen. Scrubbing everything down, throwing out spoiled food, taking out the trash. Going into the livingroom, she scrubbed down the room. Dropping on the couch, out of exhaustion, she fell asleep.

Waking up a couple hours later, she ordered some take out, and continued to clean. Trying to keep her mind off of Boston and Eliot, exhaling slowly she had too much to do in the next few days to get bogged down in her feelings.

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Eliot entered his house, listening for sounds of Faith inside. "Faith? You here?" He went up stairs, looking for her. Going into the bedroom, he noticed the closet door was open. Seeing her clothes were gone he frowned, pulling open a few drawers, all her things were gone. Sitting down on his bed, he pulled out his phone, calling Vance.

"Where is she?"

"She went back to New Orleans. I'm sorry, I tried to get her to stay."

"Is she coming back?"

"No, she's moving on. She doesn't know where." Eliot threw the phone across the room, that was it then. She didn't care enough to stay, he got up from his bed, going to pick up his phone, he left his house. He needed to find something or someone to take his mind off of things.

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Looking around the loft one last time making sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she walked out to her car. The movers left a hour ago, she was moving to Memphis, she had gotten a job singing in a club. She'd left Boston three weeks ago, no matter how much she tired she couldn't get Eliot out of her mind or heart. Climbing into her car she started the five hour drive north.

She had rented a small house, ten minutes from the club she was working at. Pulling into the driveway, she let myself inside the house, wandering from room to room. This was going to be perfect, it was in a quiet neighborhood. she heard a truck pulling up in front of the house, looking out, she saw it was the movers. They had the truck unloaded in two hours, she didn't have much in the way of furniture.

It was mostly clothes, shoes, music and books. Once she was unpacked, she went grocery shopping and got totally settled in, she had another three days before she had to start at the club. Sitting down in the livingroom, she pulled out her phone to call her brother.

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"All I'm saying, is that she's in Memphis. She's been there for a week, singing at a club called Lady Blue. Go see her, you've been cranky since she left!" Hardison stared at Eliot.

Eliot just growled, walking away from the table, leaving the four of them sitting there. He'd clearly moved on from her, he grabbed a beer from the bar. He felt Sophie standing next to him. "Did you tell her you loved her?"

"She fell asleep before she heard me say it. Then we got called out on a job. She was gone when we got back, she doesn't feel the same way."

Sophie let out a laugh. "I saw the way she'd look at you. Faith loves you, don't be a fool, go get her. So you'll stop being cranky."

Eliot took a drink of his beer, not moving from his seat, Sophie let out a frustrated groan before walking away from him. He sat there thinking about what she had said, knowing she was wrong. If Faith loved him, she would have stayed and waited for him to come home, and not ran off. It was better this way, the door to the pub opened, a redhead came walking inside.

Eliot grinned, walking towards her. "Hey darlin, buy ya a drink?"

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Faith finished her first set, she left the stage, going to the bar. "What can I get ya Liz?" The bartender winked at her, and smiled.

"Just some water please, thanks Jack." Faith changed her stage name once she got to Memphis, she went by Liz Michaels.

"How about we go out for breakfast once we close the place down?" She smiled at him, biting her lip.

"Sure, as long as we can go for waffles!"

"You got it sugar!" Grabbing her water, she walked back towards the stage.