A/N: Sorry it always takes so long for me to get the stories out, it's just real life is so crazy.
Chapter 2- Finding Out
Karliy bent over her desk, deeply involved in her work. She worked a freelance photographer, and loved her work. With it, she could travel often, her whereabouts rarely known by others. She had a new name now, a new identity. She always worried about being found out, about Mark finding her, hurting her. But at least this way, with no strings, no connections, she felt a little safer. Of course, she would always regret leaving behind friends, and of course, Scott.
She sighed, looking from photo to photo. She preferred the one of the golden gate bridge at dawn, and selected it from the pile. Her photos of San Francisco were going to be used in a magazine for travel. She was incredibly excited, as this was a well paying job, and an opportunity for her new name to get out there more. Of course, with publicity came risk, but she was so careful, and she never allowed herself to be photographed, even though she had drastically changed her appearance.
On the other side of town, Scott lied down on his bed in his hotel room. He could hardly believe he finally found her. It had been tough, he would give her that. Jules had disappeared off the face of the earth. It was pure luck that John, a friend of Ezra's, had been the one to give Jules the new identity. Of course, this information didn't come until she had already disappeared, but still, a name was helpful. She was very careful, and although she left a slight paper trail behind, by the time Scott's PI had caught up with her, she was always gone. Always, until now, that is. He slowly got up and stretched. He only hoped she would be glad to see him.
Karily stood and stretched. She walked over to her map, and looked at it. She needed to decide where she would be going to next. After she turned the photos in, she really couldn't afford to stay in the area. She didn't want to risk being tracked down. She knew she was probably just being paranoid, but still, the fear of being found was there, and it was something that would forever keep her on the run.
Oregon sounded nice. She could take some wildlife photos, maybe get hired to do publicity shots for a rodeo or a ranch or something. It would defiantly not be Mark's thing. She would be safe there. At least for a week. If she was feeling risky, then maybe even two weeks.
Scott hesitated, not sure if he should knock on the door or not. All this time, all those leads and research and searching for her, and now he was nervous. He shook his head and sighed, frustrated with himself. There was no point in his being nervous. If he didn't do this now, he may never get a chance, and he knew it. She could disappear like no one else he knew.
She was startled when there was suddenly a knock on the door. She rented this apartment on the bad side of town, just so no one would run credit checks, or make her pay any certain way. Here, cash was the only payment accepted, and names weren't necessary. She picked up a piece of wood that had been in the corner, and cautiously walked to the door. She slowly opened it, ready to fight for her life, if it came to that.
What she saw shocked her so much she dropped the wood. "Oh my God, it's you. Scott, it's really you!"