Authors note: As you can see from my previous chapter, I am horrible at writing all the mushy stuff, please excuse my horrendous attempts.

"Danko, we think we've found them," Bennet explained. "They're in New York; we can get there by tonight if we leave soon."

As much as exited he was to find Elle and Peter, he was required to attend the Linderman ball tonight.

"Tell me Noah, do the Petrellis attend the Linderman ball usually?" Danko asked curiously.

"Yes, as do the Bishops, but they wouldn't be that stupid to actually come this year."

"You may leave now, meet me outside the ball with a team tonight, stay out of site; we don't want to cause panic."

Danko had the perfect plan, now all he needed was a date, he scanned the room. Someone he could trust, someone that could fight. He spotted Sylar; shape shifting comes in handy a fair bit he thought.

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Peter got dressed in his suit. Suits were Nathans thing; he never much cared for them. When he walked down the stairs he saw Elle dressed in long, black, strapless dress. He hair was out, with the front bits twirled back, she wore a sliver necklace in the shape of a lightning bolt (ironic huh?).

Angela walked up to him, well aware he couldn't keep his eyes of Elle.

"You look stunning," Angela remarked tightening his tie.

"Yer, she does," Peter said mesmerised by Elle.

Angela rolled her eyes.

Elle was standing next to her brother; she must be going with him Peter thought. He had never seen them at the Linderman Ball before, maybe because his mother was keeping him away from girls like that. Girls that are trouble, girls that...kill Ricky, the memories came flooding back, the burnt body lying on the floor, Catlin screaming. Elle wasn't like anyone he's dated before, she was murderer. Is he falling for a killer or has she changed? She didn't seem as... desperate as the last time they met. Maybe she had truly changed her ways.

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Elle stood in the middle of the crowd, she hated parties like this. It was just another chance for all the richest people in America to talk about their latest money making scheme. She noticed Danko walk in the door with a tall, dark haired woman. She was about to panic and run, but she reassured herself that he wouldn't make a scene, so she went to go find Peter and warn him.

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Sylar scanned the room, he heard that Elle might be here tonight, he wasn't quite sure what he would say to her, but he wouldn't apologize, she lied to him. She can't be trusted. He readjusted his long red satin dress, he hated being a woman, his feet were killing him in these stilettos and his long hair was blowing in his face constantly. It is hard work being a woman.

"Follow me we're going to have a chat with an old friend," Danko smirked gesturing Sylar towards the bar area.

The two walked up to a petite blonde women obviously searching for some one.

"Elle Bishop we meet again," Danko said. "Have you met my...err girlfriend," Danko struggled to ask, he was very uncomfortable with this situation.

"Awwwww, well aren't you a big hypocrite," Elle remarked, glad she could identify what his girlfriend was.

"Excuse me," Danko asked.

Sylar just stood there gazing into Elle's eyes, he knew he had hurt her, after all he did love her and he was sure that she loved him once too.

"You're dating a shape shifter."

"What makes you think that," Danko questioned amazed at how she could tell that it was indeed a shape shifter.

"The strange coloured eyes, the style of walking and body language. This imposter actually has brown eyes but the person that its pretending to be has blue, and it's obviously actually a man, no women would ever walk like that." Elle replied feeling extremely proud about her observation.

Sylar missed her sarcasm and overall bitchiness.

"Hmmm," Danko was impressed. "Well this is hardly fair, I know everything about you, but you don't know a thing about me—"He changed the subject trying to gain control of the conversation.

"Oh, that's not true; I know exactly who you are. Emile Danko, former senior agent of the Department of Homeland security, who served as the leader of a team hunting 'evolved humans'. And was recently hired by none other than Senator Nathan Petrelli," Elle smiled. "Good catching up, I have to go though, see ya round." She loved to have the last word, she felt in control.

Elle walked off to go find Peter, Sylar couldn't keep his eyes off her, she had this thing over him, and whenever they were together he felt like he needed to impress her. He's vulnerable around her; he is trying to resist her, but is finding it impossible.

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"Hey, was that Danko?" Peter asked.

"Ah, yer, I got a tip that the building is surrounded by government agents."

"A tip?"

"I know people—"

"Bishop, it's been a while," a man said walking up to them.

"Nathan, have you met Peter," Elle joked.

Peter just stood there; he wasn't sure what exactly went on between Elle and his brother.

Nathan always admired Elle's confidence in the most awkward situation.

Elle noticed her bother walk past, she remembered she needed to talk to him about his plan. She walked towards him.

"Not that I don't love this conversation, but if you excuse me I have to go talk to someone."

"That's all you got, huh?" Nathan teased, remembering how insulting she normally is. "Come on Bishop, I know you do better than that."

Elle sighed, she was trying to be a nicer person, but she didn't have a choice when Nathan Petrelli provoked her. She walked closer to him and smirked.

"Your hair line's receding, you have wrinkles the size of the Nile, have you ever heard of face cream? And while you're at it try going to a gym every now and again. "She smiled and softly brushed her finger over his chin, well aware that Peter was furious with jealousy. "You're getting a bit scruffy... oh and taking fashion tips from Bennet is just sad."

Nathan looked at Bennet standing at the door wearing exactly the same suit.

Elle winked and walked off towards her brother.

"If you think you're going to get out of here a free man you must be delirious, I suggest you turn yourself in, it'll be better for everyone that way Pete," Nathan remarked.

"No thanks, hey, how do you know Elle?" Peter asked sternly.

"We used to friends... along time ago," Nathan chuckled.

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