As Theresa and Fox walked towards hair and makeup, they sensed strange glances directed towards them. As soon as those individuals thought the two couldn't hear them, they'd start whispering and pointing in their direction. Fox wanted to confront those people, but was use to this behavior. Being in the public eye for so long caused Fox to be indifferent. The tabloids always made things up about him and other celebrities, although it did seem as if he was their most recent fascination. It used to bother him in the beginning, but now he never gave it a second thought.

"Why do you think people are giving us weird looks?" asked Theresa as she pulled the door opened to the trailer. She didn't think she had anything on her face so that couldn't be the reason.

"I don't know. Maybe they have the hots for you."

"Right," she stated sarcastically. "Even the women."

"Well you are gorgeous so that's no surprise."

Feeling her heart pound and her face flush, she walked into the trailer and took a seat. Wondering where the hairdresser and make-up artists were, she looked over at the seat next to her. She noticed a huge picture of Fox and herself in the tabloid. Picking it up, she read the headlines: "Fox Beds Another Co-Star". Quickly scanning the article inside, she crumbled the magazine and threw it in the trash as she stormed out.

Surprised by her rash actions, Fox picked up the magazine from the floor. All the colors drained from his face as he stared at the picture of him wrapping his arms protectively around Theresa in bed. If it wasn't for the fact that he was actually there when the picture was taken, he might have suspected that the two people in the pictures were lovers. Not bothering to read the article, he ran out the trailer, hoping to catch his co-star.

Unable to see her anywhere near him, he rushed to their trailer. By the time he got there, a swarm of reporters with cameras and microphones in their hands were waiting for him, snapping pictures the instant they saw him. Pushing his way towards the trailer, he ignored the personal questions and snide remarks. His only concern was Theresa and he was not going to let these pestering reporters bother him.

Seeing no sign of her, he called Theresa's cell phone. Leaving a message when he heard the voice recording, he raced to his car. As he pulled out the parking lot, he called Jack and explained the situation to him. Although the director was furious, he understood why Fox and Theresa couldn't shoot their scenes.

Replaying in his mind her expression change from curiosity to sheer horror, he pushed harder on the gas pedal, the sound of screeching was deafening. Fox's focus was on Theresa and what she must be feelings.

Finally pulling into a parking spot next to Theresa's car, he hopped out. Searching the apartment complex for the right apartment, he found it and knocked on the door. "Theresa, please open the door."

When he didn't hear any response, he continued talking, "I know you're in here and I'm not leaving until you open the do-"

"Now that I opened the door, you can leave," Theresa stated, trying to quickly close the door. Fox placed a foot to keep her from locking it.

"I don't think so Theresa," he slowly pushed the door opened, stepping inside before closing the door. Huffing, Theresa began walking away from Fox. Gently grabbing her arm, he stopped her. "How are you feeling?"

Furrowing her eyebrows, she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm fine," she lied as she tried to pull away from his grasp.

"You're not fine. If you were, you would be able to look me in the face."

"And suffer from a heart attack by looking at it? No thank you."

"Don't think you can distract me by your witty comment. Speaking of bantering, where's Miguel?"

"Not that it's any of your business, when I got home, I found a note. He needed to back to Harmony because Luis found him a job helping at the police station."

"I see."

"Any other questions you would like to ask me?" Folding her arms, she stared at him, not wanting to deal with his presence.

"In fact I would. How are you feeling?"

"You already asked me that question."

"Yes I did, but I didn't get a true response so I'm asking again."

"I'm doing dandy."

Moving in front of her, Fox looked at her glassy chocolate pupils. "You've been crying."

"And you're being a pain."

Briefly closing her eyes when he caressed her face, she tried to move but was frozen in her spot.