--9:50 a.m.--

She needed someone to care for her.

Troy's shirt fell to the ground, carelessly followed by her black blouse.

He needed someone to take his worries away.

Troy's glazed over orbs locked into glossy chocolate ones as he wanted to make sure that this was what she wanted…

Her bra landed on top of the chair.

They both needed someone they could be with, and they just happened to be there for each other.

Their mouths connected with an urgency. Hands roaming over their exposed chests. His fingers playing eagerly with her nipples until they became hardened peaks. Her hands dancing over his chest, making sure she didn't miss anything.

She wasn't looking for romance she told herself as his teeth sunk deeper into her smooth skin and she suppressed a moan.

Gabi knew it was a lie.

He didn't know what this would do to their relationship, but pushed it to the back of his mind.

He drew back from her neck as their eyes locked again. His body keeping her against the wall. Panting like dogs, their mouths slightly open, eyes full of feelings as Gabriella's hand reached up and gripped the back of his head and plunged her mouth against his.

They both knew one thing however…there was no going back.

--Earlier, 9:15 a.m.--

They laid in a heap. Bodies mixed. Legs crossed over one another, weaving around and locking as if they were a puzzle that was waiting to be taken apart and put together again. Hands trying to grip something, to pull themselves up so they wouldn't have to relive the awkward situation of falling from a vent that was eight feet up on the ceiling.

"That is the last time I ever go into a vent with you." Gabriella hissed quietly as she pulled her arm that was under Troy's chest back to her own body.

Troy rubbed his head that just happened to be resting on Gabriella's hip bone off to the side as he groaned. "Yeah, and I'm just dying to put my name on the list to go back in there and nearly break my neck." Troy said sarcastically as he slowly sat up and started untangling their legs together, trying to ignore the feeling of being that close to Gabriella.

He remembered their kiss earlier that day when he thought he was going to die. He remembered that being the real her and not Taylor who's hands were soft. He remembered how her eyes looked at him and how she believed that he would be okay, even though he was pretty sure that he was going to die. But that kiss, that kiss gave him some reassurance, but he wouldn't admit that to anyone. He would feel too vulnerable.

It was then when his legs were definitely returned to his body and not tangled in Gabriella's warm body that looked really good from behind in the vent that he sat up fully and looked around the room of the doctor's office.

"This um…this doesn't look like how a doctor's office should look." Troy heard Gabriella's timid voice speak out as he nodded in shock.

The two chairs the visitors sit in across from the doctor's side of the desk were flipped over on the ground, the many filing cabinets were knocked over, the drawers strewn across the floor with files and papers everywhere, the computer was knocked over and broken, as the pictures on the walls were broken, and the office sort of reminded Troy of a feeding ground for wild animals. Everything was ruined.

"At least we know they checked this room already." Troy said as he looked at the door that lead out into the hallway and quickly locked it.

He stood with his back against the door as Gabriella stood up and took in the room herself. Her curls framing her face, her arm had a cut on it that didn't look that bad since it hardly broke any skin, but still, it was his idea to go through a vent and she had to fall through first and it was his fault.

"Is your arm okay?" He asked as Gabriella all of a sudden looked down on her other arm before actually looking at the cut itself realizing she now had a small scratch.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't even feel that." She laughed nervously as she continued to look at the room. "These guys sure did some damage."

He scratched the back of his neck. "I'm guessing my gun's not in here." He looked around the room one more time and saw no signs of his regular pants and shirt instead of wearing athletic shorts and a shirt, and gun. "We're gonna just have to stay here."

Gabriella swiveled around in her spot as she stared at him like he was crazy. "What if they come back?" Gabriella hissed as she self consciously looked over her shoulder at the door.

Troy winced as Gabriella jumped a little as the gun shots from the floors below them went off. "We have two options, you give me your gun and I'll lead the way out of here, or we can stay put."

Gabriella's eyes were roaming back and forth from the door to Troy as she opened her mouth to speak, but closed it. Troy offered her a smile as she finally let her eyes settle on him.

"Letting you lead the way isn't even an option. I'm not gonna put you in any more danger." It wasn't until she spoke those words and a blush showed on her upper cheeks that she realized what kind of meanings her words actually meant.

His heart sped up as he smiled at her. She really did care about him, but he could tell that it was on accident that she actually admitted it out loud as she shuffled nervously and walked over to the door to peer out of the window that was that kind that was kind of clouded so you could only see the figure of the person outside the door instead of all their details.

"Well then…" Troy broke the silence as Gabriella whipped around and got out of the vision of the window just incase the guys came back. "I guess we're staying here. Better get yourself cozy Montez, because this could take a while." Troy tried to lighten the mood as Gabriella just nodded.

He sat down on the edge of the desk and looked at Gabriella as she still looked like she was in shock, but who wouldn't be? A lot happened that day including Troy almost dying, both of them were running on lack of sleep as it was all of a sudden catching up to Troy and he blinked his eyes a couple of times so they wouldn't droop shut, and they were now trapped in the CIA with a bunch of Jenson's minions trying to kill or capture them. Not to mention they only had one gun.

But Gabriella being still in shock seemed weird to Troy. She seemed so put together, so laid back at times that this was new to him. Something was different about her and he wanted to know what.

She took a step back until her back his the wall and she slid down it. Her small soft delicate hands clasped together to keep each other from shaking as her eyes looked like she was a deer caught in head lights.

Her brown orbs were glazed over, her knees bent, pulled up to her chest as she rested her clasped hands over the knee caps and just stared in front of her as if letting everything process.

"You okay Brie?" Troy called out in an inside voice just incase the guys were still on their floor, but he hadn't heard anything for a while now except the occasion gun shot coming from the distance.

"…Yeah. Just thinking." Her curls fell forward as her head was bowed a little. Her fingers tapped nervously against her knee caps, through her dark blue jeans. Gabriella let out a forced laugh. "Is it hot in here or is it just me?"

Troy had so many things he could say to that. That is if the time was appropriate, which he didn't even know if things could ever be appropriate around them now. When do you have the time to make sexual jokes with your partner as you're supposed to be saving someone's life?

But somehow he pushed a thought through his head. Him and Gabriella outside of work, going out to dinner. Talking about other things besides their pasts, and keeping things light between the two of them instead of getting themselves in life threatening situations. He'd take her back to his flat which he only really let the guys see as the last time he was with a woman he went to her house.

They'd somehow make it into his bedroom and he'd run his hands all over her sides and curves. She's be under him panting his name, moaning at his touch.

"Troy?" Gabriella's voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Wh--what?" He stuttered as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Are you hot or am I just being paranoid?" Gabriella lifted her hand and waved it in front of her face in a fanning motion.

Troy looked around the room and spotted over by the door the control for the air conditioner connected to the building. "Yeah…kind of." Troy got off the desk and walked over to the control and saw that it was set at 65 degrees, but in reality it felt like it was more 80 or 90.

"I um…" Troy started turning the knob not really knowing what the hell he was doing. "I don't think it's working."

"God!" Gabriella exclaimed as she threw her head back so it collided with the wall. Troy now all of a sudden since Gabriella pointed it out realized how hot it actually did feel in the room, but Troy was guessing that it was like this all over the building too as the summer sun soaked through. "Jenson thought of everything. He's gonna heat us all to death."

"Hey, hey, hey." Troy soothed as he walked over towards Gabriella and she only just looked up at him. He sighed as he sat down next to her, their forearms gently brushing as he was all the way seated with his knees slightly bent upwards just like Gabriella's.

"The worst thing that could possible happen is we'll get a little burnt." He joked as Gabriella narrowed her eyes on him slight. "Sorry." He said once he realized Gabriella wasn't in a joking manner.

The air was thick. Gabriella's body felt like it was on fire. She glanced sideways at Troy for a quick second and he didn't look any better than she felt.

Only one thought was running through Gabriella's head, this was her fault. She was given all these chances to prevent this from happening. If she would've shot at Jenson earlier than morning in the warehouse, maybe she could've slowed him down. Or when he gave her a choice between saving Troy or meeting him an hour later to bring back Molly, she could've still gone since Troy was saved either way since Kelsi's antidote worked.

She felt the sweat on her arms, back, neck, and she couldn't stand it. It was getting to be around the high nineties and unbearable. They had been in the room for twenty minutes so far and she had never felt so weak and useless just sitting there, but she knew the procedure. Now that Troy and her knew what they were after, Troy was trained to protect the person or object in danger, and that just happened to be Gabriella at the time.

No words were spoken. Both deep in thought. Gabriella wiped the sweat from her forehead as she ceased the tapping of her fingers against her clad covered jeans.

"This is my fault, isn't it?" She felt guilty. She felt horrible. She felt responsible, now all she needed was someone to confirm it, she thought that would make her feel better if someone would just blame her. Maybe if she got Troy to realize it was her fault he would actually just let her go out there and all this could be over.

"What?" He asked in disbelief. "No, it's not. Don't even think like that." He scolded her as Gabriella shook her head stubbornly. That wasn't the answer she was looking for.

"I know that's what you're thinking." Gabriella persisted as Troy shifted his body off to the side so he was looking at her more. Gabriella turned her head, there was sweat running down the side of his face, his hair was matted as Gabriella was sure her's would be too but, ten minutes ago she put her hair in a high pony tail.

"No." He declared in a believing tone, but Gabriella shook her head believing otherwise. She still didn't believe him. He grasped her hands out of no where and held them tighter than normal as if just holding her would make her believe him. "It's Jenson's and nobody else's."

His eyes pierced through her. Her body tensed up at just the look of him. Heat was radiating off of his body. His breathing harder than normal. Sweaty hands clasping onto sweaty hands, not daring to let go. He nodded his head up and down ever so slowly, trying to see if Gabriella believed him.

She did nothing. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that Troy wasn't blaming her for this. How could he not? He almost died because of her and now Jenson wanted him dead.

"You not blaming me is all to easy." Gabriella persisted. Things just weren't right and she didn't like that. "You know--"

"You're gonna give yourself a head ache if you keep talking like that." Troy cut in with a sly smile that if Gabriella was standing she was sure that her knees would almost buckle. "Brie, you have to relax. We're gonna be--" Just then a long serious of gun shots rang out through the building, all coming from separate directions.

Gabriella kept her eyes on Troy as he trailed off. "You were saying?"

"Okay." Troy finally finished as his hands gripped her hands tighter. "We're gonna be okay."

Gabriella didn't want to disagree with Troy anymore. It was too hot to do that, too hard to do that, and too tiring. "Come on." Troy stood up and pulled Gabriella up without any effort and Gabriella looked at him like he was crazy.

"Troy what are--" Gabriella was cut off.

"We need some air." Troy finally let go of Gabriella's hands as he gripped her shoulders lightly and nudged her forward across the room, over the chairs, around the pictures, and over to the window.

"Troy--" Gabriella was cut off again as she was just watching Troy yank open the window that lead down about twenty stories.

"I don't know why we didn't think of this before." Troy mumbled as he placed Gabriella in front of him and he molded his chest into her from behind.

"Just breathe." Troy took in a deep breath and exhaled as Gabriella couldn't hide the smile that came onto her face, just trying to imagine Troy behind her following his own advice.

He took in another intake of air as he tried to calm her down, hoping she was either taking his advice or at least was smiling.

Gabriella let out a small giggle at how Troy sounded. Troy was about to say something when Gabriella beat him to it, "You sound like you're concentrating very hard."

"I'm not gonna disagree." Was his reply.

Gabriella shut her eyes, hoping all this would go away. Her hands rested on the window sill. The outside air drifting softly over her, helping her stay calm just a little bit more.

"When I was little, my parents had this list." Gabriella spoke softly as Troy rested his chin on her shoulder and his hands cradled her. "It was a 'to do' list before they pass away. They finished four of the five things on there, and ever since their deaths I've kept my own list."

"Makes sense." Troy murmured close to her ear so she felt his breath on her face. "Tell me more."

"I've almost done everything on my list, I only have two more things to do, but it's not that important, especially if this is the last assignment I'm on."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're so negative?" Troy asked softly as Gabriella finally opened her eyes and peered them over the edge to see how high up they really were. "What was on your list?"

Gabriella breathed out a single breath. "To sky dive, I did that a couple of missions ago. Then there was go to Italy for their Italian food. I loved it over there." Gabriella smiled just remembering her and Taylor's vacation time spent over in Italy with the hot guys who didn't even compare to Troy. "Third thing on my list was to go back to my home city. I did that five days ago."

Gabriella felt Troy's chin send vibes down her shoulder into her arm from chuckling. She didn't know if he moved his hands from laying on top of her hands to her stomach on purpose, but she didn't mind right not.

"And what two things didn't you finish?"

Gabriella turned her head a little to the side, towards Troy. "Take down Jenson and find love."

Before Gabriella could even take back what personal information she shared with Troy, he had his lips against hers.

Gabriella didn't think. She succumbed to Troy's actions right away as her hands wound around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His mouth ripped away at hers in an animalistic way.

She drew his tongue in, sucking at his bottom lip, her hands running wildly up and down his back. His body pressing into hers, making sure she didn't get away this time.

--9:55 a.m.--

She didn't question it.

His warm lips sucked harshly at her throat. Making sure to leave a mark that she would be proud to wear.

He needed to reassure her that he would be there for her.

Gabriella let out a moan as his hands slid all over her body, finally coming up and gripping the small of her back and her dark curls, directing her mouth towards his.

Their bodies were reacting to each other. Making them tremble to the touch.

She needed to move her body.

Gabriella viciously shoved him aside and pounced on him, making her body hold him against the wall as their mouths dueled.

Sparks flew as Gabriella's fingers stroked down Troy's sweaty chest. Her mouth following, leaving open mouth butterfly kisses as a trail.

"Brie…" Troy breathed out as her hands teased the tightness in his shorts before bringing her body up and connecting their mouths again.

He wanted her.

Troy ripped his mouth away from Gabriella as he flipped them once again so he was holding her against the wall. His hands gliding down her back and chest, his mouth kissing sloppily along her mouth, down her neck to her collar bone.

Her little moans filled his thoughts as his hands slowly unbuttoned her jeans, he pulled his head back before he unzipped them to make sure that this was okay, even though they both knew that no matter what they did they would never forget what was happening now.

Gabriella gave a little nod as he finalized the unzipping and pushed them down her hips as she gracefully kicked them off.

He took in her appearance of her breasts heaving up and down, the olive gleaming skin, little baby curls up to the sides of her face that were too short to be pulled into a pony tail, and her hips that held little dainty black lace panties.

She welcomed him.

"Staring doesn't get you anywhere Bolton." Gabriella whispered sensually as she went to step forward to bring him closer, but he slammed his hands against the wall to cage her in. His breathing hot against her face as his lips were centimeters away.

With foreheads touching…noses rubbing…eyes connected, Troy spoke huskily, "Don't move."

He wanted to taste her.

Troy leaned forward only a little more to connect their lips in a heated lust. His hands moved from the wall to her petite body structure and played teasingly with the hem of her panties.

He grazed his teeth down her neck, past his mark on her body, down the center of her breasts, and all the way to her navel.

Troy's mouth pushed harder against her lower abdomen making Gabriella moan out. Her fingers threaded through his hair, enticing him to just dive in. A wet tongue dipped into her belly button making her buck her hips in response.

Troy's hands held Gabriella's hips in place, almost burning a handprint in her sides. Teeth clung to material as eyes locked on each other. Each with their own intense stare, as if daring the other one to see who would back down first, but both knew that wasn't going to happen.

He slowly guided her panties down her thighs before Gabriella decided he was going too slow and shook out of them quickly.

He promised her he was going to keep her safe.

Troy kissed around her most sensitive part of her body, ignoring Gabriella's whimpers of pleasure. His tongue skillfully licked around her lower half, making sure Gabriella responded to everything he did.

Her hands clung to his shoulders, anticipating what was to come. Forcing the thought of Troy being a one day stand out of her mind because did she really want that?

Troy heard Gabriella's breath hitch in her throat as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and ran his tongue over her folds.

He wasn't going to disappoint her.

Hearing her moans for him drove him further. Flicking her clit once wasn't enough as he needed to hear the Latino say his name again. Troy's hands pressed harder into Gabriella's hips as his thumbs ran in circles.

"Troy…" Gabriella moaned as he poked his tongue inside of her, his erection becoming almost too painful just hearing Gabriella's erotic breathing.

She threw her head back as his tongue entered her fully. Her knees almost buckling as she tried to control her breathing. She loved the feeling Troy was creating as she could almost see stars.

"God Troy…I'm gonna--" It came out as a gasp. Juices spilled out and into Troy's waiting mouth. Gabriella feeling like if Troy wasn't holding her in place she would've fallen in the spot.

He enjoyed her.

Troy pressed kisses around her inner thighs, sucking slightly as Gabriella shuttered one last time. Him smirking against her leg as a hand slowly trailed down her propped up leg and caressed it softly.

"You…" Troy pressed his lips to her. "Taste…" He brought his head up while he slowly lowered her leg. "So…" He stood fully up, bringing his hands up to interlace with her hands, a visible erection showing. "Good."

She was going to take care of his 'little problem'.

Gabriella's hands pulled back from Troy's and teasingly played with the inside hem of his athletic shorts.

Troy groaned as Gabriella's hand slid all the way in and ran across his clad covered penis. "Don't tease Brie…it's not nice." He pressed himself closer to her as their lips met.

She shook her head, she was in charge. "Stand still." Gabriella commanded and in one swift movement both his shorts and boxers were on the ground and around his feet.

Her tongue ran dangerously close to his shaft as her hands trailed down his six pack. Troy's hands gripped her hair, ripping her pony tail, letting her wild curls cascade freely to her shoulders.

Gabriella mockingly pressed a kiss to the tip of his head making Troy shudder from her touch.

She wanted to cause him the pleasure he caused her.

The Latino ran her tongue slowly up and down, her eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to look at her. When blue met brown it was like a new level was reached between the two.

Her mouth slowly enclosed around Troy, bobbing her head up and down as Troy's breathing increased. His hands tugging slightly at the back of her head, her fingers playing with his balls.

"Brie…" Troy's quavering voice covered the distant gun shots in the background. The feeling of Gabriella's mouth on him turned him on even more as he knew he couldn't last any longer.

One of Troy's hands pulled back from Gabriella's hair and slammed itself against the wall as he ejaculated in her mouth.

They longed to be one.

"I want you…" Gabriella stopped talking as Troy picked up her hand and kissed her palm. "Now." She breathed out.

Troy picked Gabriella up under her ass as she got the message and wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to the desk as he leaned over and viciously sent the papers the were scattered on there to fall to the floor.

Gabriella giggled at Troy's actions, but her laughs soon converted into groans of pleasure once her back hit the oak desktop and Troy lined himself with her opening.

Troy climbed his way up her, kissing her with his tongue all the way from her navel to her lips. "Do you trust me?" He breathed out as he moved a little and only entered his tip.

Gabriella's breathing picked up again as her hands clutched the side of the desk.

Neither one of them was ready to trust.

Gabriella slowly moved her head to the side and then back again. "…No." Her voice was rasped as Troy crashed his lips to hers and thrust fully into her.

Creating a rhythm Gabriella quickly picked up on. Hands moving wildly, remembering what the other one felt like, building up the orgasms.

Neither one knew that there was a security camera in that room.

Author's note- So this was my present to you guys, and I have no idea if it's good, but I personally like it. Now the reason why I'm giving you this so early into the week is because I don't know if I'll be able to update on Saturday like I usual do so I decided to be nice and update on Monday instead, so now you guys be nice and review for me. Thanks...