A/N Another chappie. Enjoy!

The plane ride felt entirely too long. Why she had to go to Dallas of all places, he didn't know. He touched down, and quickly hailed a cab, giving the cabbie the directions to the hotel. En route, he flipped out his cell phone and dialed the hastily scrawled number he had copied from Nigel's computer. "Hello, is this the Grand Hotel?" He asked, and waited for the confirmation. "Yes, I'm Doctor Garret Macy, and I believe you have a Jordan Cavanaugh checked into your hotel-" He heard the clerk tell him what he knew, that they could not give out that information.

"Please ma'am, it involves her life, something very serious has just come up and she needs to be told about it, I just flew all the way in from Boston to tell her what revelation has just come up, it is vital that she gets this information, her health may very well be in danger-" Having a con man for a father wasn't all bad. It had taught him how to twist words quite well.

It was a matter that involved her life, and this was something very serious that had come up. He wasn't lying, just spinning the truth to make it sound as if she was going to die. And her health was in danger, once he got her hands on her he was going to give her a sharp smack upside the head to try and knock some sense into her. If she wasn't who she was he would have had half a mind to kill her. He could hear the clerk melt and relent, and as the cab pulled up he found himself in the adjoining room to hers, giving the clerk a hearty tip as he dropped his single bag in his room.

He chose to walk to the train station, a choice he quickly regretted as the heat got to him, and he was grateful to finally be in the air conditioning of the terminal. He train wasn't going to get in for another half hour, and he sat there, reading some tabloid while he waited, not particularly caring about any of the information inside. He really didn't care which characters were being killed off on tv shows by helicopters falling on their heads, but it was something to kill time.

Finally her train pulled in and he followed her with his eyes as she walked down towards the main lobby and finally stopped, juggling four suitcases. She had put two down and he walked over and grabbed them and fought back a grin as she chased after him. "Hey, you! Those are-" She was about to speak when he turned.

"What, going to complain about me doing a favor?" He teased, shifting their heavy weight.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, retrieving her other bags, ans stalking alongside of him.

"Hello to you too." He said, hailing a cab. "Lets at least wait til we're a cab to start the screaming match, shall we?" No sooner had the cab stopped and her bags were stored in the trunk did she begin on her rant.

"Fine, so why the hell are you here?" She all but hissed, and he could see the pure venom in her eyes. She hadn't wanted to be found.

"What are you doing here?" He countered, trying to keep his cool, not wanting to escalate things even further.

"I asked you first." He fought back a grin.

"I'm only here because you're throwing your life away if you're going to leave." She glared at him.

"What do you care? Just go back to Boston." Her words cut, but he soothed the pain with the thought that she was angry, that she didn't mean it. But he still glared back at her.

"I'm just looking out for you." He told her and she turned away, staring out the window.

"You've done enough for me, you don't have to do anything else." He turned to look out his own window at the city speeding past as they drove back to the hotel.

"Right. I busted my balls to get you back your job and now you're going and pissing that all away. I'm in enough deep shit already, I don't need the one person I've put my ass on the line for more times than I can count running out on me now, making my judgement look even worse." It was a valid excuse, something he could use to hide behind so that he wouldn't have to come right out and say the real reason he was there.

"I'm sick of Boston." She confessed as they rolled to a halt in front of the hotel and headed up to their rooms.