Not sure if anyone else has noticed, but it looks like Street and Chris are still on the same squad from the behind the scenes photos from filming. Still trying to hold up hope that they are together!

Dawn was falling over the house. Shadows hung off the old furnisher. Chris was unnerved by the stillness surrounding her. Everything was quiet. Benz had taken the boys, they were off somewhere up to no good. But Chris didn't care where they were, or what they were doing. Her mind was completely on the guy sleeping on the floor, in the corner of the room. She was a little scared that he wasn't sleeping, that Benz had beaten him so badly that he was currently unconscious in front of her. This is what was holding her back from waking him. She was terrified that he wouldn't wake. That he was hurt, and that it was all her fault. She was the one he was here to rescue and she was the one who had called Benz while he was tying to escape. There was nowhere to hide in her head, all the blame lay on her shoulders and if he was unconscious then that would be her fault too.

If he would only wake up by himself then she would know he was ok. That he would be able to get up and walk out of here. He would be able to escape and she would be able to breath a little easier. Instead she kept her back pressed to the wall, her eyes watching his chest rise and fall with every breath.

He needed to wake up. She dropped the glass in her hand without thinking about it. His eyes flew open at the sound, as glass flew across the cell, spraying sparkling wet shards across the stone floor. The amber liquid emitted a strong smell in the enclosed space.

'Sorry,' Chris apologised. She hadn't really meant to drop the glass, but it had done exactly what she had wanted. 'How are you feeling?' she asked.

Street grumbled as he sat himself up against the wall behind him. He leaned back heavily before replying:

'Sore,' he looked a lot better than he had yesterday after Benz had finished with him. He'd slept, which was more than Chris had done.

Chris hadn't moved. The conversation came to an abrupt halt. Chris didn't know where to start. She wanted to know everything about her life, their lives, but she couldn't ask. She had to let him down. Send him on his way. Make sure he was safe. Her heart ached loudly in her chest begging her to change her mind. To throw herself into his arms and feel that kiss for real.

But that wouldn't be fair. She couldn't go with him. What she was about to do was for the best. The silence continued as the pair looked at each other. Chris couldn't bring herself to start what she came here to do. She was so torn. She could feel it now. Looking into his eyes she knew she loved him. She loved him more with each passing second. She loved him so much she couldn't speak as her feeling filled her.

She gulped, these were too many feeling for one person.

'You feel it don't you,' he spoke quietly looking into her soul. His eyes filled with hope. How did he know?

'I,' Chris faltered. She wanted to have an honest conversation with him, but her fears won out, 'I brought you a drink,' she looked down to the remnants scattered over the floor. They both knew it had been her drink. 'I'll get you one.'

Chris didn't give Street time to say anything, she stepped through the open door and moved towards the kitchen. She left the door wide open, praying that Street would take hold of this opportunity and make a run for it. She doubted she would get that lucky, but the possibility was there. She took her time in the kitchen filling a glass with water for him.

'So I'm a free range hostage now,' she smiled with her back to him, watching the water finish filling the glass in her hand. He had followed her. She looked up above the sink to see him smiling at her reflection in the window.

'I thought you might try to fly the coop,' Chris quips back, as she turns to face him. Her smile widened as she got the upper hand. She handed him the glass of water.

'I chickened out,' Street laughed at his own joke. Chris couldn't help but laugh, she couldn't decide whether it was the idiom or the fact Street was laughing. She didn't remember him laughing. She was taking him in for the first time with a sparkle in his eyes and a cheeky grin on his face. 'I didn't want to be a chicken one day and feathers the next,' he continued making it three to two.

'You should have hatched your escape plan,' Chris played along, she was not planning to lose the game they had fallen into.

'I thought I would take you under my wing,' he stepped closer to her, his smile still wide.

'Don't put all your eggs in one basket,' Chris's tone changed, she was starting to get serious. Did he think she was going with him? Street paused for a moment noting the change in tone from playful banter. 'Yolks on you. I'm letting you go,' Chris filled the silence abruptly, putting an end to their game.

'Jamie,' she could hear the pain in his voice. She should have put an end to this sooner.

'No. You need to leave,' she was cold, firm and gave him a look daring him to go against her. He wasn't so easily dissuaded.

'I'm not leaving without you.' He wasn't scared of her glare, he had crossed the room to stand in front of her. This wasn't going the way she needed it to.

'You stay you're going to die. I won't be able to stop him,' she was serious. She didn't know how or why he was still alive. Benz wasn't a patient man and Chris had never seen him wait so long to get rid of someone. She gave him another two days maximum before Benz would send the orders, no matter what he wanted from him.

'Come with me,' the simple statement paired with the pleading look in his eyes nearly had her agreeing. She needed to be strong, because if she left now with Street she would give him hope. That would be wrong, because she couldn't stay with him. She would run eventually, and that would hurt him more.

'I can't,' it came out uncertain. The opposite of what she was going for, and it gave him ammunition.

'You can. We can go now,' he took her hands in his being bolder now, convinced she was about to change her mind.

'I don't want to,' she pulled her hands out of his, trying to rip the bandage off quickly hoping harsh words would send him on his way.

'You don't belong here,' Street was begging. He would have dropped to his knees if he thought it would help.

'I don't belong with you,' as she said the words she realised that it was a lie. She felt like she did belong with him.

'You do. We've always belong together and you've never been able to admit it.'

'My life is here. My boyfriend is here. I don't want you or the life you want for me. This is my choice, I chose to be here,' she could barely watch his face. He looked like she had just pierced his heart with a stake. She wanted to turn away and run from him, from the lie she had just spat out at him angrily. She wasn't angry at him, not even slightly. She was angry at herself for this whole mess.

He turned ever so slowly and started walking away. It was like he was taking a part of her heart with him; ripping it violently from her chest. Her knees went weak as he turned in the doorway and brought his eyes up from the floor to look at her. She held her face sternly leaning back on the sink behind her to keep herself up right. He turned and retreated out of the house. Only when she heard the front door shut did she turn and let the nausea take hold retching uncontrollably into the sink. What had she done?

Thanks for the reviews, saribesa and HI Comm, it's definitely not plain sailing. Chris won't be rolling into work any time soon! But it won't be long before they are back together.

Thanks for reading.