A/N: Second to last chapter folks! The last chapter will be uploaded right after this one. I wrote them back to back, so I did make my deadline! This chapter is a bit shorter because I ran out of things to write. Thank for the reviews and enjoy!

Blade paced in front of the house for a few minutes. He knew that he couldn't stay outside for too long. A black man in front of a nice house in the middle of the night would draw some attention.

Sighing, he finally went up to the door and knocked. It took a moment, but eventually he was greeted by Karen.

The glare she had for him made him rethink his choices.

"Hi," he said. "Can we talk?"

She crossed her arms. "It's three o'clock in the morning."

"So, yes? You're already up," he suggested. Her arms dropped and she took a threatening step towards him.

"Please," Blade asked. "I missed you." He watched as her features softened, and she stepped back.

"Get in," she said curtly and turned her back to him. He followed her, closing the door behind him. She stopped in the living room and pointed towards the couch.

"You can sleep here, and we can talk in the morning. Good night," she said and went down the hallway.

Blade sat on the couch and spent the entire morning waiting for her to wake up. Neither his body nor mind was tired when she stepped into the living room the following morning.

She looked at him curiously. "Did you-"

"Yes," he finished for her.

Karen sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Blade, things have been busy and crazy at work. I do not need any more bad news. If you set that poor woman back, I will make Deacon Frost seem like Ghandi."

Blade smirked. He definitely missed her. He took in her appearance. Her wild black curls had gotten longer, but her curvy body was exactly the same. Her dark brown eyes were frowning at him.

"She's fine. She doesn't care anymore. I think she'll be okay in the long run. She's gotten in touch with her family, and she says that she wants to do the rest on her own," Blade responded.

"Okay, that's good. And Drake? What do you plan on doing about him?" Karen asked.

"Nothing," Blade shrugged. "He hasn't done anything to me. He actually did me a favor by faking my death. I'm still off the radar. I can do whatever I want."

"And what do you want?"

"You." The silence after that statement made him slightly nervous. Her annoyed expression did not change, and Blade wondered if he overstepped his bounds.

"You had me once, and you sent me to live on the other side of the country. Or did that slip from your mind after all these years?" The hostility in her voice was evident, and Blade winced slightly.

"It was awhile ago. Things were tense, and I wasn't sure if I could protect you. You had already been kidnapped once, and I didn't want a repeat performance. Why are we going over this again? We were cordial the last time I was here."

Karen scoffed. "You mean when you were so focused on helping Abby track down a dead man? Yeah, I can be sympathetic. But Blade, I'm tired. All you call me for is favors. I understand that your worldwide contacts are what keep you alive, but I was your friend. Now, I'm some informant that's supposed to turn my life upside down for you?"

Blade stood up and walked towards her, but she stepped away from him.

"Don't."

"Karen, I do care about you. I always have. From the beginning you knew what my life was like, and you didn't run. Yes, we danced around each other for a few months and had one night together. I enjoyed my time with you, and I want to stick around this time."

"As a friend or something else?" Karen asked.

"Something else, that is if you're not already seeing someone."

"I'm not."

Blade grinned. Atleast he had a chance. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes." Blade's smile grew wider. He wanted to hold her, but he wasn't sure she would up for it.

"Then kiss me."

Blade happily obliged.

A/N: Onto the next one!