ELLIOT P.O.V.

I flopped down on the couch, wiping the sweat on my forehead with my shirt sleeve. Jack handed me a beer from the pack he had brought and sat down next to me, slightly out of breath. I looked around the new house I had found a little over a week ago. So far, we had moved in a couch, a bed, a coffee table, a washer & dryer, and two TV's- and all in one night. Both of us were exhausted. I looked at the small time slot on the cable box; 3:47 a.m.

"You're so lucky I'm a nice person!" Jack chuckled taking another sip from his bottle.

"Yeah, you're a pretty good friend," I said in all seriousness- because the truth was, he was, he always stuck by me, for better or worse.

"You know it's my girlfriend's only day off today, and I'm gonna be spending it with you."

I laughed silently. "Jack not again!"

"No, this time she's different."

"No she's not; you say that about every girl, Jack they only want your money," I sighed.

"Elliot trust me, not this one, she's special!" he insisted.

"How long you been seeing her?" I asked somewhat curiously.

"Just a few months now, but she's amazing." I actually felt bad as he looked at me with that twinkle in his eye; after all these years, Jack was still so naïve about women. When he had turned twenty four he had inherited his grandfather's huge fortune, and since then women have been playing him left and right. They were all different, but they always had one thing in common; they wanted his money.

"And she hasn't asked you for money?" I asked; eyebrows cocked.

"No," he shook his head, "she doesn't even know I have money, and even if she did, I doubt she would care."

"Jack-"

"No, here me out," he interrupted, "I told her I was a cop and she didn't even care. She's never- not even once- asked me for money. When we go out, she insists she pays for herself. Her birthday is coming up, and she doesn't even want be to buy her anything." He smiled suddenly, "does that sound like a gold-digger to you?"

"Jack, what about when you brought her over to your apartment, the place is like two million dollars, did she not notice?"

"I have never even brought her, we always stay at her place- her work hours are crazy." He explained.

I shook my head unbelievingly, "her work hours are crazy? Are you sure she's not cheating on you?"

"Oh my God, do you always think the worst about everybody?" he laughed, putting a hand through his hair.

"It's kinda my job!" I smiled back.

"Come on," Jack said getting up. "Let's bring in the rest of the stuff."