Elvira Lavonne
Sylar's Apartment

They had expected it to be locked. They just didn't know how to unlock it.

"C'mon Mohinder. Use those man-muscles." She teased as he thrust himself against the door. He turned towards her with a small look.

"If it's so easy, let's see you do it." He challenged.

Elvira shrugged. She placed her hand on Mohinder's chest and gently pushed him out of the way. She examined the lock before looking back at him. "Gimme your wallet." She demanded.

"Oh, so now you're robbing me?" He said sarcastically.

"C'mon, I'm not gonna go searching through your pockets." She said, holding out her hand.

Mohinder sighed, but handed over his wallet. Elvira took out a credit card. She pushed it through the crack of the door. She expertly used it to unlock the door. "There. That wasn't so hard." She said. She handed him his card. "Now, you first."

"I see how you are." He mumbled as he slowly opened the door. Elvira walked in after him.

"See, no one is home. You had nothing to worry about." She said to him. He glanced over at her, but started looking around. His apartment looked clean, not very conspicuous.

Elvira made her way, slowly, to the bedroom. She looked around before turning towards the closet. Curious, she pulled it open. There was a selection of men's clothes, but something caught her eye. She pulled the sliding closet door open even more to be revealed to a selection of women's clothing. "Hey…Mohinder?" She called. She closed the closet door and made her way out of the bedroom.

"What?" He asked. He was looking through the drawers in the kitchen.

"Is Sylar married? Is he seeing someone?" She asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Uh…I don't think so. Why?" He asked her looking up.

Elvira took a few brisk steps towards the refrigerator. She snatched a photo off of it. It showed a man and a woman. The man was standing behind the woman with his arms wrapped around her and his head resting on her shoulder.

"Because. If he has any evidence he is…some kind of murdered, I can guarantee you he isn't going to have it where she will find it." She explained, holding the picture up so Mohinder can see it.

"Right…and how do you know this?" He asked.

Elvira rolled her eyes. "How do you not?" She asked. "If he loves her, which he probably does, then he wouldn't want her to think bad about him. Now, if you're a murderer, you're obviously going to be feared and no one will want to be around you. Plus, he probably doesn't want her to have to deal with it." Elvira explained.

"…Okay, then." He said.

Elvira rolled her eyes again. "Just, c'mon before one of them comes home to you prying up their floorboards." She said as she walked to the door, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her.

"Whatever you say." He said.

"That's right." She replied.

Evangeline Daniels
Random Bank

"Good evening. How may I help you?" The young man at the counter said.

Evan smiled. "Here's what you're going to do." She said. "You're going to go to the back room. You're going to put fifty grand into this bag," She handed him a large purse kind of bag, "And you're going to give it to me. All with a perky little smile on your face." She raised her eyebrows.

The man nodded. He took the bag, smiling, and went to the back room. Evan tapped her fingers waiting. Although she looked calm as a kitten, her heart was racing. She hoped that everyone in the bank wouldn't be able to hear it as it thumped.

Finally, when she was getting worried, the man returned. He handed her the bag, smiling. "Now, you aren't going to remember you ever laid eyes on me. Got it?"

"Yes." The man said.

Evan smiled. "Thanks." She said sweetly. She turned around and confidently made her way out of the bank.

"Taxi!" She called. One slowed to a stop. She sighed and got in. She recited her address. The man nodded. "Piece of cake." She murmured to herself. Well, it ought to be. All she had to do was control his mind with a few words and Bingo!

She knew perfectly well that that wasn't normal for someone. But, she wasn't normal. She liked to refer to herself as…special.

Adrienne Flynn
Sylar's Apartment

She was a little unnerved when the door wasn't locked. She dismissed it. Maybe Gabriel was home. She opened the door and made her way in, closing it with her foot. "Gabe! You home?" She called. She placed the bags on the kitchen counter. "Gabriel?" There was no reply.

She just shrugged it off. Maybe he came home and left again, forgetting to lock the door. Adrienne smiled. He used to do that all the time. But, then she looked over to the fridge. One of the pictures was gone and the magnet was laying at the floor. She bent down and picked it up.

She stared at it for a moment before setting it on the counter. Something itched at the back of her mind. She tried to ignore it, but it kept coming back, as she put the groceries away.

She was so deep in thought, she jumped when the door opened. She looked over at Gabriel as he walked in. He looked tired and exasperated. "Hi, honey." She greeted him.

He looked over at her for a moment before walking over and slinging his jacket over the couch. He quickly went into the bathroom without another word. Adrienne shrugged and went over and picked his jacket up. She made her way into the laundry room.

As she was about to put his jacket in the washing machine with the other clothing that were going to get washed, she noticed something on the rim of the left sleeve. After examining it more closely, she frowned. Her curiosity got the better of her and she needed to ask him.

She lightly knocked on the bathroom door. She could hear the sink running. "Honey?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"Why is there blood on your jacket…?"

"Uh…" He opened the door and leaned his forearm on the frame. "I just hurt myself a little while fixing a watch." He said, smiling. As if he was smiling at his clumsiness.

"Oh…well, are you okay?" She asked him.

"Yeah! I'm fine." He replied.

Adrienne nodded. She turned and went back to the laundry room. She heard him close the door again, and she sighed. She placed the jacket in the washing machine, added soap, and turned it on. She leaned against it for a moment. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, Gabriel was standing in the door way.

"I'm sorry for this morning." He apologized, meekly. Adrienne smiled. His nervousness and sheepishness reminded her of the old Gabriel. But, then she almost frowned. How did Gabriel Gray become two different people?

"It's okay." She said. "I'm sorry too."

"Do you hate me?" Adrienne was thrown off by the question.

"…hate you?" She asked. "Why? I love you." He smiled and walked over to her, gathering her up in a hug with a kiss. "Although-" She pulled away. "How did you move the plate without touching it?"

Gabriel sighed and took a step back. He opened his mouth, but then decided not to say anything. He averted his eyes from her before saying, "I have telekinesis." He admitted.

"Really?" She asked. "Since when?"

Gabriel looked over at her, smiling. Adrienne noted that even his smile had changed.