"I'll be right back." Huck said, Quinn nodded her head and walked into the room. Sam was lying on the bed, her bottom lip was busted and her right eye was slightly swollen and she appeared to have a broken or fractured wrist along with a broken thumb and middle finger one each hand. Quinn sat next to her in the uncomfortable chair that caused her leaned forward slightly.

"Oh, thank god it's you." Sam opened one eye and forced herself to smile, she groaned and Quinn leaned forward. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you."

"Ah, shit. Did spin tell you-" Sam snapped her mouth shut and forced herself to smile again, "Tell me what you know."

"I know you got your ass kicked for a box containing dangerous information."

"Did they get the box?" Sam asked.

"They? It was more than one person?"

"It was a group effort, when I came in they had a gun to Dad's head," Sam looked away, her eyes shining with unshed tears under the fluorescent lights. For a moment it was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the beeping of the machine next to her bed. "I was too late, then they killed mom before I could take them out. They already had what they wanted so they left thinking I was dead. Did you claim the bodies?"

"Yes."

"How did you find out about our family problems?" Sam asked, she turned her head and looked back to Quinn.

"Anonymous message. Someone wanted me to know, they wanted to scare me." Quinn reached out, pushing the hair away from Sam's forehead and staring at the bruises and cuts. "I'm sorry… maybe if…"

"Don't be, it's my knuckleheaded brother's fault." Sam attempted to sit up but groaned as her body disagreed, "You mind calling the nurse? I need to use the little lady's room."

"Already thought of that." Huck said while walking in the door with a female nurse who walked over to the bed and helped Sam up out of bed. Huck took a seat next to Quinn holding a dozen red roses in his hand. "She hates flowers."

"Then why did you get her some?"

"It's a game we play." Quinn watched him pluck a petal off one of the roses and twirled it back and forth between his fingers. "I hate veggie burgers, she hates flowers. The last time I was in the hospital she brought me five veggie burgers from Gettysburger and-"

"And you're bringing her flowers to get her back. You really care about her, don't you?" Huck nodded his head, they both looked up when they heard the bathroom door open.

"You're a piece of shit, Spin." Sam said while staring at the roses, "Guess I can't call you spin for long, eh?"

"Take the flowers." He said while standing up and placing them in the vase near her bed. "Do you need anything?"

"Besides rest and a completely new body? No. Thanks for coming, it means a lot to me."

"Sam will be fine." Huck said, he noticed how sad Quinn looked as they left. "She has ten agents on each floor, no one is getting in or out with her."

"Why ten?"

"She's an important agent, an asset to the company."

"So it is a company, not a committee?" Quinn asked, she could see that he was tired and chose to leave it alone until another time. She remained silent as she prepared for bed in the bathroom, when she stepped out of the restroom Huck was asleep in the bed across the room. She walked over slowly to the bed, she laid in her bed but her eyes kept darting towards Huck's back. Sure, they had shared a bed once but that was a one time occasion, right? "Huck."

"Yes."

"Can I sleep with you… I mean tonight… No, I mean-"

"Just get in." She moved from her bed and climbed into his, she could feel the heat from his body next to hers.

"She's going to be fine."

"What?"

"Sam. She's going to be fine. She's like your oldest friend, you need to know she's going to be ok." Huck turned around slowly and looked at her, "She's strong. She'll pull through…"

"Thanks, Quinn."

"You don't have to thank me, what are friends for?" Huck nodded his head watching her eyes slip closed. Would she ever forgive him? Was this the first step?

The next morning he woke up and she was gone. He wasn't sure how she slipped out of the bed without him noticing, he felt his stomach drop when he realized she was gone. The men that had come after Sam would come after her too, they could hurt her, they could catch her and she didn't have any protection. She didn't have any backup. What could she have been thinking, he stepped out of the restroom and saw her sitting at the table in the corner of the room.

"Where did you go?"

"Just down to the lobby, grabbed some coffee. Got you one too, would you like some?" She asked, he nodded his head while walking over to the table slowly. "Something wrong?"

"No. Today will just be busy, we have to shadow Olivia at this meeting, then go to the funeral and check on Sam." Huck picked up the cup of coffee and raised it to his lip, "Then I have some business to take care of."

"Like what?"

"It's personal."

"Good, because I have some things to handle to and before you get all wide eyed and worried it's an in and out deal, I want to go back to my old apartment and get-"

"No, Quinn."

"Huck, it's just-"

"No, Quinn."

"Huck, it will only be-"

"No. Anyone could be watching. Anyone could be waiting. We can go later." Quinn nodded her head and looked away, she hated when he treated her like a child. She left the table and grabbed her purse,

"I'll be downstairs waiting in the car with Abby."

"Trouble in paradise?" Abby asked, "Your boytoy piss you off yet?"

"We're not-"

"I know, maybe if you guys were fooling around then you both would have better attitudes." Quinn sat next to Abby in the back seat pretending to sift through her purse for something. "On the other hand I had a wonderful night, David was very enlightening."

"Isn't this something you would normally tell Olivia?"

"Olivia and I aren't really seeing eye to eye on many things-"

"Mainly me."

"Yes, you're a part of it but that's… a grey area." Abby sighed and smiled, "You really are weird, Quinn Perkins. You lived your own life before him and now he controls every aspect of your relationship, and I mean that in every form. You work with him. Go home with him. I hear the way he tells you what you can and can't know. You only seem to have some backbone when you talk to me, when are you going to stand up to him?" Abby looked up her mirror and placed the lipstick in her purse, she looked over saw Quinn's eyes shining with unshed tears. The next thing she knew Quinn was flying out of the car and walking down the street quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Quinn hated to admit that Abby was right, but in this case the thoughts that had been forming in the back of her mind finally had proof. She called for a cab and directed them to her old apartment. The door looked the same minus the broken and splintered wood from where the FBI had kicked the door in. She opened the door with her key looking around at the tossed and mangled furniture, the apartment looked nothing like it had nearly nine months ago. She walked slowly towards her bedroom and saw it too was in shredded remains, the bed had been cut open, the box spring and been cut open and the wood had been broken and splintered. She walked over to the writing desk and saw saw that it too was destroyed, she moved towards the walk in closet and saw her clothes all on the floor, she moved to the back of the closet, moved a wooden panel and pulled out a bundle of letters.

"What are those?" Quinn turned around saw Gideon standing at the end of the closet. She tossed the letters inside and pulled something else out. It was a black G30s. Quinn had found it hidden under the mattress one day, she knew it belonged to Jesse but didn't want to breach his trust. Instead she hid it along with the letters. "I've missed you, Quinn…"

"Get the hell out, Gideon."

"When I found out you were coming back to California I had to see you again, you were absolved of your crimes. Something about the letter not being real, you ruined my hot story." Gideon stepped further into the closet, "I spent months tracking you, bumping into you and then he came back into your life one day. Why is he so special?"

"I don't know who you're talking about."

"Yes, you do. Don't fucking lie to me, Lindsay. Who is he? Why are you living with him? Why were you in his bed?"

"You don't have any right to question what I do with my life. You lied to me, Gideon. You tricked and used me and if you think I'm going to apologize or whatever the hell is running through your mind, you should just go." He moved closer to her, they were only a few feet apart and when he took one more step she raised the gun and he froze, "Now leave me alone!"

"You're not going to shoot me."

"The safety isn't on, Gideon."

"Fine…" He took a few steps backwards, "You'll be seeing me again, Quinn Perkins." She followed him out of the apartment and tucked the gun into her pants once she saw him leave down into the elevator. She rushed back inside grabbed the letters and left the apartment. Maybe Huck had been right, maybe she shouldn't have come here.

"He was screwing her." Charlie said, Gideon looked up from his plate of food, "They had this sweet little set up, he protected her from you and she gave him all the information she needed about you. He even came to her office a few times."

"Whatever, just give me the-"

"Look here, kid. Get out of town for a while, I know him and he's bad. He makes me look like an angel." Charlie wiped his mouth and handed Gideon the passports, ID's and money. Anything he needed was inside that folder to start his new life, courtesy of Penelope Smith. "Trust me, it's better that I got ahold of you before he did. But if you do run into her… stay away… he's not far behind.

Gideon walked out of the apartment confused. Had that maniac been right? The girl he knew before hadn't hidden guns in her apartment or had she? What was that stack of letters she had? Who were they from? He hid behind a tree and saw her exit the apartment shortly after him, she began walking towards a cab and got inside. Where the hell was she going? Had the letters been a secret message? Were those the real letters that she wrote to Jesse Tyler to threaten him before blowing up Cytron? As he rushed over to his car he was uncertain of the eyes staring at him in the rear view mirror.

"I'm not your child." Quinn said as soon as she entered the cab. "It's not your job to run after me."

"I'm not running after you, Abby told me you ran off and it was my job to come and find you. I would have done it regardless…" Quinn saw Huck's eyes shoot up to the rear view mirror and then down to her. "Please tell me you didn't…"

"Didn't what?"

"Meet up with Gideon Wallace." He said angrily, Quinn had rarely seen him angry and didn't like the coldness that crept into his eyes.

"Not on purpose, he followed me-"

"Which is what I warned you about but-"

"But I didn't listen! I get it, ok! I messed up and I'm sorry," Quinn sighed, "It was just you… then Abby saying you were controlling me and I felt like maybe she was right… I must really be pathetic if I thought she was right about anything." Huck remained silent until the light moved from red to green and peeled off, swerving between cars and making a sharp left, "What the hell are you doing!"

"Losing your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"That's not what he thinks."

"And how the hell do you know that?" Quinn snapped.

"Because I've been keeping tabs on him and Charlie. Charlie told him that we were a couple, that you were pretending to date him just to get closer to Billy Chambers. I would say it's a complete accident he ran into you but I don't think so." Huck parked quickly and got out out the car, Quinn followed him into the unmarked black car and hurried up and sped off. "He thinks, in his mind, that you were wrong to lead him on."

"But wasn't he lying to me the entire-"

"Yes."

"Then why would it be-"

"I'm not sure."

"But we're not together, where are you going? The restaurant is the other way-"

"We're not going to the restaurant. Olivia felt it was too dangerous for you to be anywhere around Billy, he obviously knows about you and Gideon, he would see your face and get scared or have you kidnapped." Huck pulled up to a condo and Quinn stepped out following him inside.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Larkin." Huck nodded his head and the doorman, the doorman handed him a keycard and Quinn followed behind him studying everything in here. She was never aware he had a house so close to her own, how long had he been studying her before forming that plan to get to Jesse?

She followed him into the apartment at the end of the hall, unlike other safe houses she had visited with him this place had comfortable furniture, food that she could actually choke down, and there was an entire wall filled with books. Real literature. Quinn looked at the books before moving over to the coffee table where there were a few magazine subscriptions. Sports Illustrated, A cooking magazine and a Teen Vogue magazine.

"This isn't your place?" Quinn said while looking up to see Huck standing in front of her.

"Why would you say that?" She held up the magazines. "They're magazines."

"You hate sports, you don't cook and… I know you can't possibly read Teen Vogue." Huck reached over and took the magazines from her, "Am I right?"

"This is my place, these magazines aren't mine. They belonged to my last girlfriend."

"What was her name?" Quinn asked.

"Kate."

"Was it serious?"

"Very." He placed the magazines down and walked away from her, she turned around knowing she was breaching a very dangerous subject with him. Quinn just didn't believe it was fair that her life was an open book but he had many secrets.

"Did you love her?" She asked, his hand hovered over the refrigerator door.

"Yes." He said before opening the door and grabbing a water.

"Why did you break up?"

"Why do you care?" he asked, he turned around and stared at her. She watched as he brought the water bottle to his lips but his eyes hadn't wavered.

"You get to know about all my exes but I don't get to know about at least one of yours?"

"That would be different if we were dating."

"No, it wouldn't. We're friends."

"Are we?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Quinn asked, Huck turned around and began to look through the cabinets.

"It means that you don't trust me, you think I'm trying to control you and I guess… monopolize your time for some devious reason."

"Devious? I wouldn't say devious."

"Many people would use devious to describe me."

"Then maybe they don't know you as well as I do."

"You know me well?"

"I'm trying to… but then it's classified or you simply refuse to talk about it which makes me think you're putting distance between us for a reason. Then I have those thoughts about you again," Huck pretended to be looking for something but he was worried, worried that she would pry and find things about him that she didn't like and would run away. That was the last thing he wanted right now. "I think that you're using me or that there's someone else in my life you're tasked with finding, and outing and… I don't know. I never know how to feel with you, I trust you and I shouldn't. I like you and I shouldn't."

"What do you like about me?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions for a man who doesn't like to give a lot of answers."

"What do you want to know?"

"Why did you break up with Kate?" Quinn asked.

"She broke up with me."

"Why?" Quinn asked, she stood up and walked towards the island in the kitchen, Huck closed the cabinets and leaned against the counter. Quinn walked around the island and leaned against it putting a bit of space between them.

"She wanted to run away and I didn't. If I had, I would have never met you."

"But you would be with a woman you love, right?" Huck raised the bottle of water to his lips and Quinn looked away. The way his eyes seemed to pass through her cutting straight through caused her to blush. How was he able to do that?

"Doesn't matter."

"Why not?"

"Because it doesn't. You can love someone as much as you want but you can't make them do what you want no matter how much you want to." Huck continued to stare at her, he noticed how she never quite met his eyes, sometimes looking directly behind him at the cabinets just above his head. "If I had said yes, if I had walked away…" It was his turn to look away, he thought about it a few times. What if he had left with Kate? What if he had never met Quinn?

"You would be happy." She said and moved towards the refrigerator.

"I would have never met you."

"And that leads me to my next question. Why am I so special to you, Huck?"

Author's Note: Rewrote this a few times. Sorry for the delay.