A/N: This chapter has been updated, I added in a beginning sequence and a couple of other things to make the storyline flow a bit better, so please re-read :)

Enjoy...

Ricky sedately stretched his arm over to the bedside table; grabbing his cellphone to check the time on. The shades in his bedroom window were dark, so he knew the sun had already set. His eyes amplified when he realized that it was just past 9:30 pm. He instantly rose from the bed and tossed the sleeping blonde off of his chest; startling her from his rapid escape.

"What's going on, why'd you get up?" she asked in a drowsy whine; rolling her head back onto the pillow and pulling the gray sheet above her neck to cover her bare skin.

"You gotta go" Ricky said; jumping around the room as he tried to put his jeans on quickly, "I got somewhere I need to be"

The blondes face lined in confusion, "Seriously? After all that, you're just going to kick me out now? I thought I would spend the night at least?" She sat up, holding the sheet securely around her chest; her face in complete disbelief.

Ricky tossed her clothes on the bed and snapped back, "well you thought wrong".

She rolled her eyes and slipped her shirt over her head, "geez you sure know how to treat a girl", she muffled.

Ricky eyes furrowed for a second, but he let it go. He didn't have time for petty disputes with some chick that thought their little get together would be anything more than a one-time thing. He had somewhere he needed to be, and she needed to get the hell out of his apartment. He quickly threw a t-shirt on over his head and started walking out the bedroom while shouting over his shoulder, "Hurry up, I gotta go".

He headed straight for the refrigerator in his medium-sized kitchen, and pulled out a container of milk; taking a swig right out of the container.

"Gross" the blonde muttered as she entered the kitchen fully clothed, with the exception of her shoes. Her hair was tasseled and her makeup a little smeared. Ricky smirked at her remark, and placed the milk container back into the fridge; continuing to search the shelves for something quick to eat.

The blonde took a seat on one of the chairs and started slipping her knee-high boots over her denim jeans, "so do you want my number or something?" she said with a drop of irritation in her voice.

"Whatever" Ricky shrugged, stuffing a cold leftover chicken cutlet in his mouth.

"Whatever?" the blonde echoed in question, becoming increasingly bothered by his attitude and discourtesy; but, Ricky snubbed her again and the blonde became furious. "You know what, forget it asshole!" she said as she stood up from the chair, and snatched her purse off the table. She blustered out of the kitchen and the apartment door, leaving it to slam shut behind her.

Ricky smirked and let out an amused snicker, "You weren't that good anyway" he mumbled before stuffing the remaining piece of cutlet into his mouth.

It was always the same story… he'd take a girl home, sleep with her and then when it was time to leave, the girl always wanted the 'let's exchange numbers' charade. It was nothing more than casual sex to him, and he didn't understand why girls always had to be so clingy. Can't two people just have a good time without any strings attached? He shook his head and wiped the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, when his phone started ringing in his pocket.

He dug in to retrieve it and when he saw the name across the screen he rolled his eyes, picked up and shoved the phone between his jaw and shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm leaving now, I'll be there in about an hour" he answered, grabbing his leather jacket off the back of the chair.

"You need to get here soon, Boykewich isn't gonna be too happy if your late again" the caller on the other end said with a grungy brashness.

"I'm on my way. I was busy; but I'm leaving now to catch the train" he retorted, clearly annoyed.

"Yeah well hurry up, we've got training to do" the caller said before snappishly hanging up the phone.

Ricky's jaw tensed angrily as he grabbed the phone from his shoulder and slid it back into his pocket. But he knew the guy was right, he'd been slacking on their meetups lately.

He walked over to the coffee table, grabbed a bag leaning alongside it, flicked the light switch off and hurried out the apartment door.

Xxxxxx

The train screeched to a stop and Amy's body lethargically jerked forward in response.

She only had four more stops to go, and she couldn't wait to get off the train and go home, into her warm and snug bed. She was exhausted from the twelve hours she worked and if she didn't get off the train soon, she swore the swaying motion was going to rock her right to sleep.

Usually she enjoyed the subway rides and it was one of her favored things about New York City; but, absolutely not in that moment... not when she was traveling home unaccompanied, late at night… and not to mention the fact that she was half dead as well.

"Next stop 14th Street/Union Square", Amy jumped for a second as the voice over the loud speaker resonated through her ears.

She collected her things and hoisted herself up as she waited for her exit. As she leaned against the metal pole, she tried to flat out her black pants and suit jacket from her slouching the entire way there. When the train prepared to stop, she glanced over her shoulder and observed the remaining subway cart. It was almost empty, besides an older woman s sitting in the corner, a young man a couple seats down staring out the window, and an older man standing behind her waiting to exit as well.

The doors slid open, and she took one step forward before she was unexpectedly twisted around and forced against the side of the train. The man she thought nothing of, that was standing behind her waiting to exit, was now standing in front of her with his hand compressed firmly over her mouth.

Her eyes widened in reaction and she instinctively tried to throw her arms around; but became increasingly stagnant when he displayed a rather large knife from underneath his ripped jean jacket. Amy's heart felt like it would surge from her chest as she timidly stared at the malicious man in front of her.

"We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way" he gritted through his teeth, still making the knife visible, "give me your purse and anything else you got, and do it quick!". He gestured his eyes towards the closing train doors, and instantly Amy's anxiety rose even more. If she didn't hand over her things fast, the train was going to start moving with her propped up against it.

Without hesitating Amy let her left arm fall, causing her purse to plunge onto the platform. The train began vibrating, and her heart sped up even more knowing it would begin moving soon. The man loosened his grasp on her, and bent down to retrieve the purse, when all of a sudden he was startled by a loud voice and a man running towards them.

"Hey!" the unknown man shouted, "what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

The vicious man panicked for a few seconds and his eyes deviously met Amy's momentarily before he took off running, leaving her bag unscathed. Amy dropped to the floor immediately, as the train started moving and within seconds disappearing into the dark tunnel. The unknown man walked over to Amy and promptly held a hand out to help her to her feet.

"You okay?" he asked in a hard, yet sensitive tone; but Amy was too shell-shocked to respond, "You hurt?"

She let out a large gasp of air that she didn't realize she'd been holding and shook her head no. She wasn't sure what to do or say, all she knew was that she was extremely petrified. She never experienced something so frightening in her entire life, and even though it was over in a matter of minutes, she felt as if she was held up on that train for hours.

Her hands were shaking uncontrollably and her pale cheeks were even redder than their normal shade.

"You should sit down for a few minutes" the man suggested, motioning Amy towards the bench in the middle of the platform. She did as suggested; but still not speaking. "Do you have someone you can call to come meet you?" he asked, knowing the girl shouldn't be left to continue her travels alone.

"My... my sister; but she's probably sleeping by now" her voice came out in a shaky rasp.

The man thought about it for a few seconds, and his face clenched as if he was at war with his own thoughts, "Well it's probably not a good idea to have her out walking alone to meet you either", he took a deep sigh and then asked, "how far do you live from here?"

Amy gulped, she wasn't sure she should even be talking to someone else after what just happened; how did she know this man wasn't going to try and mug her as well, or worse? However, he did practically just save her from god-only-knows what would have happened.

"It's fine" she looked cautiously out the corner of her eyes, "I'm not far"

He persisted, "Well, I'll walk you if it's not far"

"Really…", Amy said, "I'll be fine"

The man's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "you think I'm gonna let you walk out there after what just happened? That asshole could be waiting outside for you, for all you know…"

Amy was going to protest; but after realizing that he may be right, she figured it wasn't a good idea.

"Thank you" she said, her voice very weak.

"Don't mention it", his voice was calm, but yet, still not very inviting.

"I'm about two blocks down, right by 5th Avenue" she said cautiously, feeling bad for making this guy up route his own plans to walk some stranger home.

The man nodded and stood up from the bench, "Alright c'mon"

Amy was hesitant at first; but she definitely didn't want to be out on the streets alone after what had happened. She gathered herself together and followed the man up the stairs and out of the train station.

Xxxxxxx

They approached Amy's block and she motioned to turn the corner. They hadn't said much the entire way, and Amy was honestly still so distraught over everything that happened, that she just didn't even know what to say. This mysterious 'hero' of hers didn't say much of anything either, basically staring straight ahead the entire way, besides his minor scoping of the streets, probably looking for the mugger.

"I really appreciate your stepping in and scaring that guy away", Amy bit her lip nervously at the replay of images in her head, "I don't know what would have happened if you didn't"

He snuck a quick glance out the corner of his eye and nodded, "I told you, don't mention it… just did the right thing"

His voice was not inviting at all, and Amy wondered why he would even help her in the first place if he wasn't very friendly.

"I'm Amy by the way" she informed.

He nodded and Amy waited curiously for him to introduce himself; but when it never came she took it upon herself to find out.

"Are you going to tell me yours?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm; but, he didn't feed into it.

"Not important" he answered with no emotion.

"Well, it is a little bit for me…" her eyes narrowing, "I'd like to know the person's name that saved me"

He rolled his eyes, "It was just the right place, right time kind of thing"

Amy bit the inside of her cheek as she glanced over at the introverted 'no name' walking beside her. What was the big deal of telling her his name? She didn't want to annoy the man that helped her; but things like this bothered her. She was always the, when someone said 'don't touch that', she was even more intrigued to touch it, kind of person.

"I'd really like to know your name" she persisted.

He took a deep breath and his face clenched a bit, "you're quite annoying"

Amy couldn't help but chuckle a little and the man rolled his eyes again. As they approached Amy's apartment complex, she stopped for a second trying to think of what to say. All of a sudden she started searching through her purse and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and extended it towards him, "Sorry, that's all I have"

His face furrowed in confusion, "I don't want your money"

"No take it; really" her hands were still shaking from earlier, "it's the least I can do for you, after intervening back there"

"I said, I don't want your money" he said slightly annoyed, pressing her hand away, "Just stop traveling alone at night… it's not safe for a girl like you"

Amy became confused by his statement, a girl like me? However, she just placed the bill back into her purse and ignored the comment.

"Well thank you… no name" she whispered with a small laugh, trying to lighten the tension a bit.

He rolled his eyes and then turned around and began walking back towards the direction they came in. Amy stood there watching for a few seconds observing the man that refused to tell her his name; but yet saved her from a mugger. He was taller than her, tanned-skin, as far as she could tell, slicked back brown hair, and a pretty attractive face. Something about him was rather interesting, he seemed to be so kept to himself and had a hard demeanor, but then why would he stand up for some girl he didn't know?

"Hey" she called out from the top of her stairs, causing him to look back for a second, "goodnight"

He gave a quick nod, but said nothing in response.

Amy sighed. She didn't like mystery's… in fact she hated them; but she figured she would never get to solve this one anyway. She'd probably never see the guy again, so with that thought, she entered her building and closed the main door behind her.

Getting inside the elevator, all she could think about was everything that happened. It was one of the worse nights she'd has thus far, and she couldn't wait to be inside her apartment, safe and away from danger.

In all the years since she moved to New York City, she had never felt so frightened since.