"I need to get back to work." She looked at him, not wanting to leave the safety and comfort of his arms but knowing she had to.

"Me too!" He kept his hold on her, not wanting to let go of her.

"Excuse me doc, are you alright?" Greg asked.

"I'm fine."

"Can you answer a few questions for me?"

"Sure." She kissed Spike before following Gregg into the truck.

"Dr. Turner, can you tell me what happened?"

"Please call me Kendall. We had a homeboy drop off the shift prior. A rival gang came in to finish the job, I did mine by getting my staff and patients to safety.'

"By endangering yourself?"

"I did what I had to, making sure my people got home tonight. If you don't have any more questions, I need to get back to work."

"I'll call or come by, if I do."

"Sounds good."

She got up, leaving the truck. She was going to have to be more careful, she could tell the Sgt. Parker was spacious of her. She couldn't afford to slip up and let her training and instinct take over again.

XXX

Greg and Ed were riding back to the Barn together, Greg signaled for Ed to turn off his coms.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Kendall."

"Spike's Kendall?"

"There's something about her. I can't put my finger on it."

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to check her out...but if there's something..."

"I'll check into it."

XXX

The rest of her shift was hell, she never slowed down she was on the run until her relieve came in at a quarter til seven. She walked out to her car, she paused when she saw a man leaning against it, she went on guard then she saw it was Spike. She smiled and started walking faster towards him, he held out his arms and she threw herself into his arms wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her up off the ground, his arms closing around her.

"This is a nice surprise after a horrible day!" She whispered in his ear.

"I had to see you, make sure you were really okay."

He sat her down, she kissed him, not wanting to lose contact with him. "I'm glad you came by. Follow me home?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe, I'll cook you dinner!" She smiled at him.

XXX

She pulled into the drive ten minutes before he did, still wearing her scrubs she ran into the house to change. She threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, she pulled her hair out of it's braid, running her fingers through it, trying to get the waves under control. She ran back into the livingroom, to let him into the house, he wrapped his arms around her kissing her.

"So, what are you cooking for me?"

"Hmmm...it's a surprise."

She walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator taking out some vegetables and chopping them up, she sauteed them in olive oil, she pulled out the chicken she had cooked the night before and added them to the veggies, she placed the lid on the pan, turning the heat to simmer. She cooked some egg noodles and added it to the veggies and chicken, she mixed up some honey and soy sauce pouring it over the meal. She poured it into a bowl and sat it on the bar. She sat the out a couple of bowls, glasses and silverware.

"Come eat."

"It smells really good." He smiled at her.

She sat down beside him, fixing him a bowl, and then herself one, she watched as he took a bite, waiting for his reaction.

"Not too bad." He said, smiling at her.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Hmm, well Scarlatti, enjoy it! I may never cook for you again!'' She ate her meal, glancing at him every once in a while.

"It's very good, but I may need a few more meals just to make sure you can cook."

"I see. I don't know.."

He was smiling at her, his eye had a warm glow about them, his arm snaked around her waist pulling her to him. She laughed turning to wrap her arms around his neck, kissing him. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer to him.

She closed her eyes and melted into his embrace, just enjoying the feeling of his touch. She pulled back, looking at him. He was smiling at her again, his dimples were visible. She walked away picking up their dishes from dinner, putting them in the dishwasher.

He caught her as she came back around the counter, wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her towards the couch. He pulled her down with him, kissing her, she put her arms around him.

"Tell me about your family. Why did you become emancipated at sixteen?"

"I had to get away from them."

She got up from the couch, she needed to change the subject and change it fast. If she continued to let him question her, it could lead down a dangerous path.

"Does your family live here in Toronto?"

"No. I'm not sure where they are now."

"Where were they when you left?"

She turned towards him. "I really don't like talking about them, it's a painful part of my past." He got up from the couch, caressing her face.

"I'm sorry, I brought it up."

"It's okay." She laid her head on his shoulders, glad the subject was changed for the time being. She hoped, he wouldn't bring it up again, knowing it was painful.

He took her hand, leading her back to the couch, they sat down together. She relaxed in his arms, a little too much, she fell asleep. It had been a long stressful day, he picked her up, after finding her bedroom he carried her in, and put her to bed.

XXX

Tatiana was sitting at Viktor's desk doing some paper work, when she found the file on her parents. She opened it, starting to read her eyes welled with tears, she turned the next page. She felt nauseated with each page she read. She made copies of the file and shoved the original back in the stack of papers on her step-father ' desk.

She started on the paper work again, entering the data into the computer, she found a blank disk, saving the information. She pulled the disk, taking it to her room and hiding it along with the copies she'd made. She curled up in bed and cried herself to sleep.

XXX

She sat up looking at the clock, nine am. She didn't even remember going to bed last night, she looked down, she was still full dressed. She tried to come up with her last memory, she peeled off her jeans. She pulled on a pair of yoga pants, and wandered into the kitchen. She couldn't believe she fell asleep on him, she had to be the worst date ever. She started a pot of coffee, she started to make a list of things she needed to do that day.

She pulled her hair into a messy bun, turned on some music and started to clean the house, she drank a couple of cups of coffee and moved to the outside. She was elbow deep in planting her flower garden when she saw him coming through the garden gate. She closed her eyes, she could only imagine how she looked, hopefully not too bad. She got up, and walked towards him, totally unaware of the smudge of dirt on her cheek.

"I'm so sorry, I fell asleep last night. I win the worst date award."

He smiled at her, seeing the smudge on her cheek. "It's okay. You'd had a hectic day." He reached for her face, wiping the dirt away.

"I must look.."

"Beautiful."

She laughed. "I think you need your eyes checked. I'm a mess!"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch with me?"

"I'd like that. Give me thirty minutes to get cleaned up?"

"Sounds good."

He followed her into the house. "Make yourself at home."

She rushed around her bedroom, grabbing clean clothes, heading into the bathroom, she took the fastest shower she'd ever taken in her life. She left her hair to air dry, it would take forever to blow dry, she pulled on clean clothes, she was trying to find a pair of shoes in her closet, she heard her phone ring.

"Would you answer, that please?"

"Dr. Kendall Turner's phone, this is Mike Scarlatti."

"This is Agent Hogenmiller, is Dr. Turner available?"

"Just one minute, I'll get her."

She came running out of her room, he handed her the phone, she smiled at him, taking the phone she put it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Kendall, it's JT. Are you okay?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Someone was trying to look at your files within the last twenty four hours."

"Do you know who or where?"

"We are still trying to pinpoint that information. We'll call you when we know. Are you prepared to relocate if necessary?"

She looked at Spike, standing by the bar, waiting for her. Why is it, when she found someone, she might have to run again after all this time?

"That's something I'll have to think about."

"I'll call you, as soon as I know. Are you safe with this Mike Scarlatti?"

"One hundred percent!"

"Talk to you soon."

She ended her call, walking up to him, putting her hand on his arm. "Ready to go?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Why is a federal agent from the states calling you?"