Eliot slipped silently into Cat's room. Someone had closed the blinds, but Sophie said their guest hadn't made a peep since he left a couple of hours ago. She was currently curled up on her side, first tucked under her chin. After they left the apartment, Eliot had had Nate drop him off at the garage where Cat took her car. It took some convincing, but he had finally managed to get the owner to let him take it. As entertained as he knew Cat would be at his driving her "just a chevy," that joke went back to when Tommy built the car, Eliot was bothered by how easily they'd let him it happen.

Then again, maybe he was just bothered by everything. The shop owner had no reason to be suspicious. After Eliot explained, he was her family, and she'd been in an accident; the guy let him go. After all, what kind of a person would lie about something like that? Unfortunately, it was a breed of person Eliot was all too familiar with.

When he and Nate got back into the truck at Cat's apartment, Nate had asked him if he could handle this job. Eliot had barked yes, at his long time friend but the truth was, Eliot needed Nate here so he didn't do something he should regret.

Eliot sat the bag with her food in it on the nightstand. He could just let her sleep, but he knew she'd never forgive him when there was derby pie, involved.

"Hey," he said softly as he squatted down by the bed. "Cat," he said next, watching her nose scrunch up.

He settled onto his haunches and grabbed the bag from the stand. He opened it and was instantly assailed with the mouthwatering smell.

"C'mon Chiquita Bonita; I'll eat it all if you don't wake up," he said, only half-joking. He'd gotten two Cheese Burger, sweet potato fries, garlic fries, hush puppies, and her pie. He'd nearly had to fight Parker off when he came through the door with the bag. When he stepped into Cat's room, Parker was dragging Hardison out the door to go get her own food.

"I ain't joking." And he wasn't. There was a slight twitch in her nose. He smiled. "All right, have it your way. This pie looks awful good."

"No!" She said as he stood up.

"That's what I thought." Eliot sat the bag back down and helped her set up, plumping pillows behind her. He sat down by her legs. For the briefest of moments, he thought about asking her about the guitar but decided to wait.

"I picked up your car," he said, taking the burger she handed him.

"Really?" she asked before she took a bite. She leaned her head back as she chewed. "I should probably call Shelly," she said next. She took another bite then asked Eliot for his phone.

Much like Eliot's number, she rarely used contacts to call him. She had his number memorized as well. Eliot had made her do it when she was young. He said someday she might lose her phone.

After a second, the line picked up. Hey, Eliot.

Is not Eliot, she said.

There was silence then a, hey not Eliot, what are doing with his phone.

Talking to you, captain obvious.

What did I tell you about sassy mouths?

They're okay for Eliot but not you; she said a twinkle in her eyes as she met the hitter's gaze. She sighed, listen, I was in an accident.