There has been so much love over the last few days. Thank you to all who have reviewed. I want to take a minute to say thank you to all the guests, it has been great reading every response and I look froward to one day talking to you. I'm sorry if this chapter is questionable but i thought it was about time to know what Makayla looks like. I was reviewing and noticed that I never did say, oops. So thank you to everyone who has made this story the success that it is. Have a great Easter weekend and read on.

We part ways at Jitters with promises to meet there for Trivia night.

Barry and Felicity head out to check out more of the city and I head back towards my apartment to change.

When the door announces my arrival Mr. Harrison looks up and smiles, "How was your day?" I give a small smile back, "Good mostly," but I can feel the heat pricking at the back of my eyes.

He notices and gets up taking my head in his hands, "Makayla? Are you okay?"

"I just read something. That's it," I look up at him and his kind aged face. I grasp his hand in my own, "I just want to say thank you. For letting me stay, and for being there that night," he looks at me worried, "What happened?"

I turn my head, "I read about your interview today. The one about that night. And it made me think that I was taking advantage of your hospitality because you felt sorry for me," I admit truthfully.

He releases my head and pulls me into a hug, "No, you've been great. That's why I let you stay and will keep your secret. But Makayla," at this I look up, "Don't ever think that people love you just because they feel sorry for you. You are an amazing girl and they are lucky to know you," he gives a small smile and I clutch him tighter as he says, "He would be proud of you. You're such a strong woman. I promise not to let anyone hurt you again," we stand there, and I feel safe.

Because strangely enough this man has also become a part of my new family.

I pull away and he wipes the tears from my eyes before grinning, "Somebody new came in. He took the apartment across from yours," and I chuckle. He lowers his voice to a mock whisper, "Don't worry. I cleared him, he has no idea who you were," I smile and pull my things up towards the stairs before pausing, "Mr. Harrison," he looks up and I smile, "Thank you. For everything," he grins and goes back to his book as I head up to my apartment.

I get to my door and juggle my case in my hand, with my phone in my mouth as I reach for my key. The only warning is a small click before the case pops open and all my papers spill out.

"Damn," I drop my case and bend down to retrieve the papers. When I reach for the document on the nitrogen a large hand with a small scar on the thumb appears and plucks it from my view. I look up and find myself staring into someone's big blue eyes.

He chuckles and holds up a pile of papers clutched in his hand, "You dropped these?"

He seems to have a bit of a british accent and it is very nice to hear.

I blush and take them from him. His fingers grazing mine as he smiles and bends down to collect the rest.

He gets up and hands me the last of the papers which I place inside the case lying on the floor. I get up and give a small smile.

My phone falls from my mouth and I duck my head to hide my blush, "Sorry, I'm a bit of a klutz," he stares at me with his blue eyes, "Not to worry. Nothing damaged and nothing lost. I count that as a victory," he looks at me and I look at him.

He's handsome in a way not seen much nowadays. His blonde hair is combed to the side like a private school boy's. He has a very nice facial structure and a smile that shows brilliant white teeth. His eyes are an endless blue that captures one in their depth.

And he's British.

He raises his eyebrows, "Yes, I am British. Trying to rid of the accent but it loves to just pop up at random times," he then motions to my case, "Would you like for me to get that. It's considered good luck in my country to assist a beautiful lady," he says with an honest smile.

I blush and motion to take my case back, "Thank you but there is no superstition in Britain for holding someone's things," he smiles, "I know. I just wanted to call you beautiful, because you are," he smiles and takes my case, "So you work at the precinct?" he says innocently.

My radars are up, "How do you know that?" his eyes widen, "It's on your papers," he holds up one as demonstration, "they're stamped for the CCPD. I took a guess. Sorry if I overstepped a boundary line," I flush red and stutter out, "No...my fault. I shouldn't have jumped to any conclusions," I take the paper and my case from him.

He smiles as I pull out the key for my apartment and succeed in getting it in the lock. I open the door and place my things inside with a small thump, "Thank you for the help. You're a lifesaver. I should go," and enter the apartment ready to shut the door.

Or I would have if his foot didn't stop it. I open it a little and he stands there in the hallway smiling, "What, not going to tell your hero your name?" he grins, "I could just call you pretty lady," I blush and stick my hand out, "Makayla Smith,"

He grins, "A beautiful name for a pretty lady. My name is Elijah Williams," he grasps my hand in his and I see the scar again.

A little crescent near the end of his thumb. He notices my gaze, "Cut myself with a knife. Was trying to cook and didn't quite make it," he squeezes my hand, "Although if you want me to try and cook again you could always come over. We could have fish and chips. Tonight?"

I swallow, "Sorry, busy tonight," he gives a small grin, "Lucky guy then,"

"No, not my date. To support his" I sigh and his eyebrows raise as he pulls my hand in closer, "Then he must be retarded," he says lowly and I pull away.

Barry is not retarded. He's my friend.

I drop my hand from his and give a small smile, "Gotta go. Bye Elijah, see you around," before he can reply I shut the door and lean against it.

What the heck was that?

After about an hour of choosing what to wear I look in the mirror and see what the final selection is.

The woman in the mirror is regal looking. She has pale skin that is covered by the silky and loose gray shirt over a bright red undershirt. Her legs are hidden by the long black skirt that falls to her ankles, barely revealing the black boots that poke from underneath.

There is a small red heart on a chain above her own, while her brown hair is pulled to the side and loose. It frames her cheek and is pulled over to cover the pale expanse of her shoulder. She has a faint application of eyeshadow to highlight the green rings around her brown eyes, along with a slight dash of lipstick over her lips.

It's odd, when I see myself in the mirror I can almost believe why people call me beautiful.

I check the time and see I have thirty minutes to get there.

I grab my wallet and place it in the small pocket in the skirt (I mean of course it has a pocket) before walking out of the apartment and locking the door.

I take a deep breath.

I'm doing this to help Barry. So he can have someone who loves him. I know in my gut that this is the right thing to do.

So why does my heart feel so wrong?

I know this chapter is short, and I'm sorry. Plus, I promise that there is a reason for Elijah. You just have to wait to find out. Have a great weekend and enjoy your Easter everyone.