Inside room 313 of the Valley Inn, Ryan stared at his plane ticket. Taking off on a bike again wasn't going to be enough; this time he needed to make his exit more permanent. Leaving the country was the only way he felt that he could escape the strange draw of this unusual Pennsylvania town. "Gate 215. Boarding time: 9:30," he read aloud. He looked back at his still open suitcase. All that was left to do was to zip it up and he was out of here; no goodbyes, just the fresh start he felt he so desperately needed. He grabbed the one thing still left to pack: a photo album sitting on the couch. He opened it up and looked at the pictures from his and Gillian's wedding. "This time I'm taking you with me, princess," he said to one of the pictures of his deceased wife. He wasn't going to leave any strings this time: just cut and run.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock…

Ryan looked at the door, annoyed by the repeatedly loud bangings. "Keep it down!" he yelled in frustration, putting the photo album on top of the rest of the stuff in his suitcase. "I heard you at the first knock, I'm coming." He walked to the door and opened it, his expression of frustration immediately turning into one of extreme nervousness when he saw the man standing at the door.

"Ryan," Leo stated matter of factly, walking right past Ryan into the room. "You don't look at all happy to see me." Leo's expression remained the same serious one that he had worn ever since he left the loft as he surveyed the room. "Oh, what's this?" Leo asked rhetorically as he noticed the open suitcase. "Going somewhere, Ryan?"

Ryan was very unsure of himself. Did Greenlee tell Leo about what he had told her at the hospital? "Yeah," Ryan stuttered. "I guess I did what I came here to do."

"That so?" Leo said, circling around the room and his uncomfortable host. "And exactly what was it that you came here to do?" Leo asked, willing to wait and see if Ryan would admit his part in the scheme for the diamonds.

Ryan cleared his throat, growing more worried. Leo was obviously on a mission and very ticked off at something. "Well, you know? I uh… I came back because you were supposedly dead. I thought I should be at the funeral and everything, but since here you are, I guess it's time for me to get back to my life."

"And what kind of life would that be?" Leo asked, still circling Ryan as he let his eyes wonder around the room. Ryan felt like prey about to be attacked; like Leo was just waiting for the right moment. "Come into some money recently, Ryan?"

"No, nothing like that," Ryan stammered. "I just really need a fresh start." Leo stopped circling Ryan and came up directly in front of his face. "And it looks like you might know why," Ryan finished uncomfortably.

"Do you know that David is in jail right now, Ryan?" Leo told him, some anger coming through in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Leo," Ryan told him, confused as to what he was getting at.

"Yeah, he's back in jail again," Leo repeated sternly. "For something he didn't do. And now Greenlee and I are stuck here again."

"You sound like you have a lot on your plate," Ryan responded, hoping that was the only reason Leo was acting so unlike his usual jovial self. "Is that what got you like this?"

Leo sneered and shook his head at Ryan, laughing on the inside at Ryan's audacity; as if he didn't know exactly why Leo was so upset. "You see, Ryan," Leo began talking to his old friend again. "Greenlee and I were finally sprung from the hospital this afternoon, and everything was great again. And then we get this phone call saying that David was arrested for killing our other brother." Ryan nodded through his anxiety, trying to stay in control. "And then Greenlee and I get to talking about it…"

"Oh my God," Ryan defeatedly shrugged, struggling to make eye contact with his friend. "She did tell you, didn't she? Look, it was all an accident, okay? I didn't mean for it to come out." Leo kept his stern expression as his mind wondered what was going on. If Ryan had told Greenlee about killing Trey, then why didn't she tell him?

"Okay," Ryan continued trying to do damage control. "I know this looks bad…"

"You think?" Leo rhetorically interrupted him.

"But you need to know that I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for any of it. I don't know how it started. She was just so sad over losing you and I felt like I had to help her. So when I saw her in the hospital, after you left with Jack, I had to see her. And then everything just came out. I'm sorry, Leo. I never meant to tell your wife that I love her."

Leo's eyes shot open wider as he stared at Ryan for a couple seconds.

Whack! Leo right fist slammed into Ryan's jaw and sent him down to one knee.

"What the hell did you say?" Leo yelled at Ryan as he stood up straight again.

"She didn't tell you?" Ryan stuttered.

"No, you just did!" Leo scolded him angrily as he thought to raise his right fist again, but then thought better of it and tried to calm himself back down. "So that's why you're leaving? It's not because you set David up for the diamonds?"

Ryan rubbed the spot on his cheek where Leo had hit him. "Leo, I don't even know what you're talking about."

"But what the hell happened to your big love for Kendall?" Leo animatedly exclaimed, wildly throwing his good right arm up into the air.

"Well," Ryan started, now able to look Leo in the eyes without feeling like a total creep. "I think that's exactly it. I mean, I think I just convinced myself that Kendall wasn't an option but those feelings had to go somewhere, and Greenlee needed help so… but I don't know."

"But Greenlee?" Leo looked at him with confusion as he struggled to wrap his mind around what he was just told. "I love my wife to death, but I would have thought you would fall in love with Myrtle before falling for Greenlee."

"So did I," Ryan agreed. "But I don't know; I mean, Greenlee has always had it going for her in the looks department, but now that she's also like a real person…"

Whack!

"Watch your mouth about my wife!" Leo pointed his finger at Ryan. This time, his punch had sent him all the way to the floor. Leo turned around on emotional overload, his right hand covering his forehead.

Ryan slowly got up, feeling like a creep once again. He patted down his shirt, wiping off some dust on it from his trip to the floor. "Are we okay, man?" Ryan asked uneasily, trying to make eye contact with Leo.

Leo gave him a quick glance, rolled his eyes, and loudly breathed out. "Where the hell do you get off, Lavery?" Leo exasperatedly said. "What the hell is wrong with you? I don't even know what to say to that! No, wait a second, I think I'm getting it now; I'm starting to see the pattern here. Gillian dies and that's hell for you, I get that. But where have you been since then? Liza is fighting with Adam, Mia is the new girl in town, Kendall has her mommy issues and nowhere to fit in, and now Greenlee was mourning for me. It's about finding a woman who is all nice and vulnerable and then hero Ryan has to swoop in and be the knight in shinning armor, right? And then our hero moves on before any of these women even realize what you did. Do you even know what love is anymore? Do you? Cause I can damn well bet that Gillian is looking down at you right now and it makes her sad to see what's going on with you!"

"Look, Leo…" Ryan tried to gracefully back out of this. "I know I'm still trying to fill that void from Gillian, but that doesn't mean I'm some woman hopping gigolo."

"What did you just say?" Leo furiously looked at Ryan.

"Oh my…" Ryan realized he had once again put his foot in his mouth. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded…," he tried stumbling through an apology. "…because you used to… I mean… I only meant…" Ryan paused as he watched Leo's expressions – his friend was fuming. There was no wining this one.

"You know," Leo told him through his clenched teeth, trying to resist the urge to hit him again. "I almost wish that you were the one that set David up. Unlike mindlessly using women to try and find a purpose, at least that would have taken some brain power, you know? Like a real person." With that Leo stormed out, leaving a flabbergasted Ryan in his dust.

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Standing alone, Leo pressed the button to call for the elevator. His mind refused to give him any peace over Ryan. In fact, he couldn't even remember how he had gotten back to the apartment building. What had happened to his friend? He used to have so much respect for the man, but now… he didn't know what to think anymore.

Leo was so enveloped in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when the elevator finally opened. A woman exited and noticed him standing there mentally disheveled, as if the rest of the world around him had stop existing. She snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Leo? Earth to Leo?" Simone tried to wake him from his distracted state.

"Huh?"

Simone giggled at him. "Wow, Greenlee was right. You look like you've been run over by a truck."

Leo looked down at her, but still couldn't focus in on his surroundings.

Simone lightly slapped his cheek. "Leo! Wake up! You were waiting for the elevator, right?" She walked backwards and put her hand into the elevator to stop it from closing behind her. "Well, it's waiting for you."

"Oh… yeah," Leo acknowledged without a change of expression. He walked inside and stood there lost in thought.

"You might want to hit the button for your floor," Simone pointed out.

"Yeah, sure. Good idea," Leo answered, but not making any movements to do what he was told.

"Holy cow," Simone studied him carefully. "This is worse than Greenlee said." Leo still didn't move. "Leo, you do remember Greenlee, right?"

"Greenlee?" Leo picked his head up. His wife's name brought him a little bit back to reality. "Right. Greenlee's probably waiting for me." His thoughts turned to Greenlee. Why hadn't she told him about Ryan? It looked like the two of them were going to have to have a little talk.

Simone noticed his brief return from the mentally dead when she mentioned Greenlee's name. She chuckled, thinking about what was about to happen. "Yes, Leo. Greenlee is waiting for you. And she happens to have a surprise for you; something to snap you out of this little funk." Simone walked inside the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor of the building. "Have a good night, Leo!" she called to him as she walked back out, not letting him see the smirk on her face as she walked away.

"Good night," Leo half-heartedly responded as the doors shut in front of him. His thoughts went to David, worrying about his brother being back in his home away from home. Then they came back to Ryan and how far his friend had fallen. Then his thoughts turned to Greenlee, the one constant in his life. He couldn't wait to get back in that loft and hug his wife, and never let go of the security and comfort that came with that.

Bing

The elevator doors opened into the little hallway outside the penthouse. Leo violently shook his head as he stepped out, trying to banish all of the thoughts that were tormenting him. It was after all his first night back in the loft with Greenlee in God knows how long, and he was going to make it a peaceful one.

He fumbled in his pocket for his key as he walked forward, almost walking smack into the door as he finally got them out; looked like he wasn't all the way back in the real world yet. He took a deep breath to try and clear his mind as he reached over to open the lock. He finally noticed a small, folded in half, white piece of paper covering the keyhole. Confused, he unfolded it and saw the message inside:

"Still waiting on that French lingerie. Let's fix that! Love ya, baby."

He looked confused as he held the letter. It looked like his handwriting, but he was writing little things like that all the time for Greenlee to find. He finally opened the lock and pushed on the door.

His jaw dropped open as he walked in. Candles encircled the dimly lit room. A straight line of rose peddles on the floor led his eyes to the couch and to Greenlee. She stood up when she saw him, discretely pushing on the arm of the couch for support so as to look as graceful as possible for her husband. Black silk hugged the non-exposed half of her petite frame, leaving very little to the imagination. She slowly twirled around, making sure that her husband got a good look at all sides of her. She giggled, waiting for a reaction from a mesmerized Leo as he stood by the door, his mouth still wide open. "Well," she smiled, enjoying his reaction. "What do you think?"

Leo gulped and walked up towards her, putting his arms around her waist. "I think… I think wow."

Greenlee smiled in satisfaction, noticing she had his undivided attention. "Yeah well, I thought you might need some distraction after seeing Ryan."

"Who?"

"I guess I haven't lost my touch," Greenlee let out a low laugh.

A still mesmerized Leo looked down lovingly at his wife. "Oh baby, how did I ever deserve you?" He moved his head forward and tilted it sideways, getting a more direct look at her upper half. "Baby, can you do me one little favor?" Leo asked, a sly smile covering his face.

"Anything."

"Can you do that twirling thing one more time?" he asked her with a glimmer in his eyes. Greenlee laughed and put out her hand for him to hold. He grabbed it and held it up high, letting her twirl around underneath. He shook his head in disbelief at the gorgeous site before his eyes. She motioned for him to kiss her and he did, with everything he had. She let his hands hold her up as they kissed while she reached for his shirt, working quickly to remove it. "It's been too long," she hummed as Leo started kissing her neck.

"Wait a minute," Leo said unconvincingly, backing off. "Are you sure you can handle this, Greenlee? I mean, David did say we should take it easy." Greenlee ignored him and pulled his head back down to her and kissed him passionately. After few moments, Greenlee let his mouth free. "David did say to take it easy," she grinned seductively. "So…" she reached for a string coming from her negligee, pulling it out and letting her outfit drop to the floor; only a bra and a thong remained. "…go easy on me."

A rush of passion flowed through Leo as he looked down wide-eyed at Greenlee. That was all he could handle; he was broken down and completely helpless. He bent down and picked her up over his shoulder with his good arm, carrying her to the bedroom, spurred on by the glorious sound of her laughter.