A/N: Same disclaimers still apply. Please don't sue me. Sorry it's so short. :P
Jordan Collier handed Shawn Farrell a stack of pictures of Elizabeth Davenport as soon as Shawn entered the office. They were photos that had been taken of her at various times while someone was keeping tabs on her. Some where of her hanging out in the park with friends, some were of her out shopping, some were of her at work. He didn't say a word, just handing the photographs to Shawn and sitting back to wait for him to go through them.
There wasn't time to discuss all of the details but he felt like this was the best shot he had at getting Elizabeth to come to the Center. Jordan was all-business as he watched Shawn slowly flip through each photograph. He may have felt compelled to stay away from Elizabeth but that didn't mean that Jordan felt compelled to let this rest. He was going to get her to come to the Center one way or another.
"Who is she?"
Jordan gave Shawn a half-smile. He patted Shawn on the shoulder as he spoke. "Her name is Elizabeth Davenport. She's one of us, Shawn," he replied, nodding. Everything about his tone was friendly and calm but still very much 'in charge'. He had this gentle way about him when he needed to and it drew people in. He had no problem using some of that 'pull' on Shawn, especially on this matter. "I believe I may have over-stepped my boundaries with her. I ... had her followed so I could learn her habits, decide the best course of action to get her to join us."
"Why are you telling me this?" Shawn shook his head, confused on where Jordan was going with this conversation.
"I need you to talk to her for me," Jordan said with a small sigh. There was something of a defeated look on his face. If he could have, he'd have done this himself but Elizabeth wasn't going to allow for that so Jordan decided to pick someone that he felt would be able to connect with her the best. And that someone was clearly Shawn. "She doesn't want to speak to me right now but I think you'll be able to relate well to one another. We need someone with her abilities here, Shawn. Elizabeth doesn't realize how unsafe the world is out there. She doesn't realize how much we could help her."
Shawn tried handing the pictures back to Jordan, shaking his head a little bit in response. He didn't think he could do what Jordan was asking of him. If Jordan couldn't get Elizabeth to join them at the 4400 Center, Shawn doubted he'd have better luck with her. And more than that, it wasn't something he felt comfortable doing.
Jordan pushed the pictures back to Shawn and shook his own head rather adamantly. "Keep them," he said with a fatherly sort of smile. "You can do this, Shawn. Elizabeth will relate better to you than she ever could to me. I need you to do this for us, for the Center, for everything we're working toward."
Shawn finally nodded and gave Jordan a half-hearted smile. He didn't feel as confident about it as Jordan did but he felt like he could at least try to do this favor for Jordan. He pulled the photos closer now, tucking them under his arm. "I'll try my best."
"That's all I'm asking of you."