I decided to just post the rest of the story now since you guys have been patiently waiting.

Stuck In The Hospital Bed

Part 1:

Nate woke up in an art gallery. The lights were low, creating eerie shadows over the paintings. He stood up slowly and walked to the center of the room. There was a brightly lit display case filled with white gas.

"N-n-not to-n-n-night," The words shuddered and reverberated through the tall room. He ducked as if a bat flew over his head. When he looked around again he was in his apartment only it was empty and the paintings were hung on his wall. The scene change didn't phase him.

"I'm the bait." Words spoken in the shadows by a shadow creature. He touched the glass, needing to know what was hidden in the smoke. Nothing happened. He tried pushing and pulling it off. Still nothing happened. The anger was washing over him like a tidal wave and he sent a jaw-shattering punch straight at the glass. His eyes jolted open and stared off into the darkness of his room. It was just a dream. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down his rushing heart-rate. What did the dream mean? Why was he so eager to find out what was in the case? But why had he woken up in the only art gallery he remembered?

Her high heels clicked on the wooden floor of the office. She had come to meet someone for something. Her mind was fuzzy from the alcohol she had ingested earlier. Or at least she thought that was the reason. She tapped the manila folder against her fingers as she greeted the workers that passed by. Oh if only they knew who she was. She smirked at the thought and knocked on the office door. When she stepped inside a fire was burning upon his desk. Well, whoever it was. Every time she tried to look at him her eyes slipped away like he was protected by an invisible force field. She handed him the folder with a small smile. He flipped through the pages before throwing it in the fire. She frowned, eyebrow knit in confusion. What was going on?

"I now declare you sentenced to prison for life!" There was the loud smack of the judges gavel and she felt her arms pulled behind her back and handcuffs around her wrists. When she looked again she was in a cold brick cell with her hands still handcuffed. Cold tears were falling down her face.

"I don't belong here. I don't belong here. I don't belong here."

She awoke slowly, a salty taste in her mouth. Her body was weak and sore. The hospital was cool and unpleasant as the gray shadows desaturated the room. If only she was healed and could go back home. Her dream was right; she didn't belong here.

Part 2:

Nate went back to the hospital the next day to see Sophie. He had gone to bed at 10 and woken up at 12. To him it seemed like a horribly long time but Eliot said it was good that he got 12 hours of sleep. Sophie was sleeping when he got there and he noticed she was looking much better. He wanted to kiss her so badly but he restrained himself.

When Sophie awoke she heard the soft whispers of Nate and Parker. She kept her eyes shut and eves dropped on their conversation.

"But you really should Nate!"

"I will do it when I feel that it's right."

"But you know that she wants it."

She heard him sigh. "Things has been hard for her lately and I'm not going to force anything that will make her uncomfortable on her." She resisted the urge to smile at how sweet he was.

"Are you at least going to ask her to move in with you?"

"That's a big step Parker and I don't think our relationship has developed enough to where she'd feel comfortable living with me."

"I'm trying to help you!"

Silence fell over the room again and Sophie forced herself to pretend like she was tired. She opened her eyes slowly and let out a content sigh. "Good morning."

"Good morning Sophie!" Parker greeted loudly.

"How's my man?"

There was a few seconds of silence. "Who me?" Nate said, snapping from his silent oblivious state.

"Who else?"

"Oh..." His ears turned red. "I'm doing good. Feeling better."

"That's good. Eliot told me you were on a fast for a week."

Nate grumbled. The doctor had put him on a fast for a week to get rid of any of the toxins. He was starving and it had only been a day. How was he going to keep it up for a week?! "Yeah."

"And how are you doing Parker?"

"I'm doing okay. Those hikers kind of weird me out...the girl smells like cologne and a 300 dollar suit. And the guy smells like dirt and metal."

The Mastermind and Grifter blinked at her. "What? You can learn a lot from what people smell like!"

"You didn't lick them did you?" Nate asked.

She paused, not looking at him. "No."

Sophie sighed. Of course. Leave it to Parker to smell someone and lick them to figure out something about them.

After a nice talk with Nate Eliot and Hardison came in. Eliot started talking about medical stuff and the events of the past days but she cut him short. She changed the subject and somehow they then got into a conversation about Hardisons game. Eliot eventually got annoyed and left leaving Hardison and Sophie both grinning and laughing.

"You're cooler then I thought Soph," Hardison said with a grin.

She rolled her eyes. "Thanks."

"I mean it! I didn't know you had such a great sense of humor."

Sophie felt herself blush a little. "Well I guess..."

"That must be one of the reasons Nate is so in love with you," Hardison said as casually as he could. He was trying to grift her a little bit. (Parker was trying to con Nate and Sophie into admitting their feelings for each other.)

"Mmm...I don't think so."

He frowned. "Why?"

"I just never make jokes when I'm around him."

"Maybe next time in an argument when he calls you're crazy you can say-"

"-I'm Gisselle!" She pretended to lash out a whip. "The French bitch!"

Hardison laughed. "Definitely do that!"

She laughed with him but the fun train was cut short when the doctor came into do more tests. Hardison held up his hand for a fist bump but she just blinked at him. He sighed and walked out of the room. If she wanted to be fun she would have to learn how to fist bump.

Part 3:

When Eliot got back to the waiting room he saw Mike and Jenna (Dusk and Dawn) were there. He smiled at them and waved.

"Is...Sophie awake right now?" Dawn asked.

"The doctors are coming to do tests in a few minutes and she's with Hardison right now."

"Oh, okay. We'll just wait."

The tests took for what seemed like forever. When it was finally all done and over with they held back visitors for 15 minutes. She was angry for them keeping them back and angry that people were visiting. Honestly, she was horribly worn out from talking all day because it was put a strain on her stomach. Once the 15 minutes was up the familiar hikers walked in.

"Oh! Hello there! You're the ones that saved Nate and I's life," She grinned in admiration.

They both smiled. "Truly it was nothing. We live only an hour away from the forest and we always go there."

"You still saved my life! Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

"No," Dusk said.

At the very same time Dawn said: "Do you know anyone in the FBI?"

Sophie narrowed her eyes at them. "No..."

Dawn nodded and then looked at her watch. "We must be going now." She looked back up at Sophie. "Glad to see you're doing well. Goodbye."

With that the two "hikers" we're off. Sophie was still confused about they're strange question but sleep overtook her mind and she forgot about it. For now.

Yeah, I know Dawn was being kind of weird….and the part about the French bitch is from Coupling.