I guess we could update! Here's to keeping you all on your toes!

Kristin

"Bobbie, open the door." Cruz pounded on the locked door. He had looked for the spare key but apparently Bobbie had removed it when she got home. The lights were on in the living room and he could swear he had seen movement when he first approached the door but she hadn't made a move towards the door since he started knocking fifteen minutes ago. "Baby I know you are angry but I can explain."

Inside, curled into her favorite chair, Bobbie rolled her eyes at the understatement of the night. "I'm sure you think you can buddy" she muttered.

Still getting no reaction from the inside, Cruz tried another tactic. "I'm not leaving till I talk to you. Even if it takes all night. I'll still stand right here tomorrow morning if I need to."

She resisted the urge to go upstairs and drop the clothes he left there on top of his arrogant lying head. Bobbie narrowed her eyes in anger at his threat. Try and use her concerns about going public against her would he? If he did try to stay all night, she'd get the neighbors to call the police on him. Mac would certainly help her out.

Cruz held his breath and waited. Surely that would get her to move. As he continued to wait and he didn't see even the smallest hint of movement, he began to get worried. She was home right? She wouldn't have gone with Robin and Elizabeth to plot his murder as well. At least he didn't think she would have since it would mean revealing their secret. It wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility, he reasoned but there was no way he was going to call Patrick or Lucky and ask if they found their aunt when they found their angry girlfriends.

The minutes continued to tick by as the stalemate continued. Bobbie kept a tight grip on the mug of tea she held in her hand, concentrating her entire energy on watching the steam evaporate. He would be gone by the time the drink would be cold. She repeated the phrase as a mantra. He would be gone by the time the drink would be cold. He would be gone by the time the drink would be cold.

Cruz slid down the stoop and sat by the door. A quick glance at his watch revealed it had been thirty minutes since he had arrived. Thirty minutes. He fingered the slot of the mail drop, opening it slowly. "Baby? Baby I'm sorry."

Bobbie had heard the telltale squeak of the opening. Oiling that brass nuisance had been on the bottom of her list of home improvement projects for months now. In the back of her mind she knew Cruz had done it to speak with her, but the sound of his voice still made her jump. Just a little.

"I shouldn't have lied. But there was no other way to get you to come. If there was even the smallest chance that the rest of them would show up, you would have left so fast my head would spin. Axe really was the only person on my staff that was coming. And honestly I didn't' think I was going to win. So I figured you would never know. It's stupid I know."

Cruz shook his head. He was rambling. What was he 12 again? He never had to work this hard for a woman's forgiveness. Of course the flip side of that was he had never really wanted to work for a woman's forgiveness before. Normally he was gone long before the relationship progressed to this point.

The door opened just enough for a sliver of light to fall on him. Cruz jumped up, ready to enter and plead his case further. His heart sank just a little when he noticed she still had the privacy chain pulled tight. He could just make out her eye.

"Go home." She whispered. "Just go home."

"I just need to talk to you."

"Go home."

"Just let me explain."

"I heard you. Go home."

"If you would just give me a minute..."

"What we have to discuss will take longer than a minute. I heard what you said. I understand what you said. I am still mad. I am still hurt. And what I need is for you to go home right now. We will talk later."

"But..."

"Later." She closed the door with all the strength she had. She could not face him right now. If they talked right now, she would say something she would end up regretting. Bobbie forced herself up the stairs, turning the lights off as she went.

Cruz stared in shock as the door shut and the lights went out. What was he supposed to do now? This was completely foreign territory for him. Sure he knew he had pissed some of his exes off before but never over something like this. And never had he wanted to stick around long enough to make it right. He knew he needed to do something but what? Cruz was on his own right now and he knew it. It wasn't like he could call up Lucky or Patrick and ask for their best tips on how to beg for forgiveness. In the first place, they needed all the tips they could get right now. In the second, they weren't so distracted that they wouldn't want to know who he had pissed off and when.

He moved towards his car and sat in behind the wheel, flexing his fingers along the leather. Something in him was telling him not to leave. Not to give her a chance to make an escape. The moonlight would keep his car hidden with its dark paint job. He told her he would stay all night until she talked to him and he was going to do it.

Patrick glanced over at his nervous cousin as they stood outside Robin and Courtney's loft.

"Quit stalling and knock." Lucky sighed. "We know they are here. We're going to eat dirt. Might as well get it over with."

Patrick smirked. Leave it to Lucky to be assertive and strong-willed when he was scared to death. Taking a step forward, Patrick balled his left fist and knocked twice. Movement sounded just inside and they each held their breaths, not sure what they should expect on the other side of the door.

"Robin doesn't have a gun does she?" The thought had just occurred to Lucky.

"Not unless she borrowed it from her mother." Patrick reasoned.

"What about that bodyguard?"

Patrick didn't answer. Surely Robin wouldn't shoot him in the presence of witnesses. The bodyguard was another story. She wouldn't blink an eye at the sight of him bleeding on the hallway floor.

The door opened and they both let out a breath they were unaware they had been holding. Courtney stood in the doorway, her blonde hair piled in a messy ponytail on her forehead. She tilted her head and a slow smile began to cross her face. "Well. Well. Well. Look what the dogs dug up." She drawled.

Lucky glanced over at Patrick and saw his cousin standing there silent. Of all the times for his cousin to lose his charm and Patrick had to pick this exact second to become a statue. "Hi Courtney."

Courtney nodded in Lucky's direction. "Dirt bag." Turning towards Patrick she extended a similar greeting. "Asshole."

"Courtney." Patrick greeted her in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Making a production out of looking at her watch, Courtney clicked her tongue behind her teeth. "Two hours boys? That's not good time. Even I had given you an hour tops."

Asking her if she knew what was going on would be about as pointless as asking her to stick up for him. Sighing, Patrick said, "Can we come in?"

"I take the trash out, not invite it in."

"Courtney we know we screwed up." Lucky started.

"Oh you think?" The sarcasm fairly dripped off of her tongue.

"We showed up, didn't we? Shouldn't that count for something?" Patrick wanted to know.

"No."

"How did I know you were going to say that? I'm surprised you opened the door at all. Where's the bodyguard?" Patrick grumbled.

"Looking for where to bury your bodies."

"Courtney, we know they are in there. Just ask them to come to the door." Lucky was not above begging her. After the lecture he got from his mother, he had no pride left.

Courtney leaned her small frame against the door, crossing her arms. "And why exactly would you think that?"

"Where else would they be? We've already checked Audrey's." Patrick stated.

"Well try again because they aren't here."

"Where are they?" Patrick demanded.

"I'm not their keeper."

Lucky rolled his eyes. "They are here Courtney. They are just hiding."

"You can let us in or we'll barge in. Your choice." Patrick threatened.

Courtney narrowed her eyes and glared at Patrick. "You just try it."

"Sounds like she made her choice." Lucky shrugged moving towards the door.

"On three?" Patrick lifted an eyebrow in his cousin's direction.

"One."

"You wouldn't dare." Courtney placed her hands on her hips.

"Two."

"I'll scream." She promised.

Patrick opened his mouth and waited a beat or two before saying, "Boo." Momentarily distracted, she hesitated long enough to allow them to push their way into the apartment.

Courtney stomped her foot and let out a howl as they began pacing through the loft, opening every door, every closet. Patrick started near the kitchen with Lucky moving further back. Their voices echoed off each.

"Robin?"

"Elizabeth?"

Courtney hoisted herself up on the kitchen island and crossed her arms. If she wasn't so ready to strangle both of them, this scenario would have been amusing. "I told you they aren't here."

"Where are they Courtney?" Patrick insisted, stopping only a foot away from where she sat.

"If I knew that, why would I tell the two shitheels who hurt them?"

"We know we screwed up. How can we make it right if we don't know where they are?" Lucky countered.

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Listen here and listen quick. My first loyalty is to my friends. And right now they don't include you."

Mentally, Patrick ticked off all of the places Robin and Elizabeth might have gone. Maybe Audrey's and the loft were just too simple. They would want to stay hidden until they either worked their way through their anger or plotted their revenge. Robin wouldn't have gone far. Morgan in camp or not, she would still want to be within driving distance of him. Was New York City too obvious as well? He had no proof one way or the other, and, if she broke, Courtney would make sure he and Lucky paid for what they had done to Robin and Elizabeth.

Lucky tried not to grab the finger that Courtney was pointing at them. He understood her anger on behalf of Robin and Elizabeth. Hell a part of him even admired her for it. But right now it was royally pissing him off. The longer he went without apologizing to Elizabeth, the angrier she was going to get and the more crazed places her mind would go. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. There had to be another way to do this.

"Tell us what you want." Time wasn't exactly on his side. If the stress in Lucky's features was anything to go by, he felt the same way. He had spent far too long gaining Robin's trust; he wasn't about to risk all of that now. He wasn't about to have wasted his time and his pride for nothing. Courtney would have to see reason. There was no other alternative.

"Come again?" She had expected threats. She had expected more yelling but this? Patrick was up to something.

"What do we, or I, have to do to convince you to tell us where the girls have gone?"

"What are you offering?" She knew wasn't going to tell them, but there was no reason she couldn't at least see what fun she could have along the way.

"My pride on a silver platter. What do you have in mind?" Patrick bargained.

Cocking an eyebrow, Courtney turned towards Lucky. "And you?"

"My pride and anything else you want to kick around."

"Welcome to the Belmont Spa." The bellman ushered both girls into the spacious suite with a flourish of his hands. "I hope you find the accommodations satisfactory."

Elizabeth blinked as she walked into the large suite. Everything was decorated in a shabby chic style. The yellow couch looked worn and old but Elizabeth was willing to bet it cost more than her car. The matching tan and yellow striped armchairs sat on the corners of the couch. A balcony beckoned with a clear view into the nighttime Manhattan skyline. To the right, a door stood open, leading to one bedroom with a huge queen- size four poster bed standing proudly in the middle. To the left, another door opened to a similarly decorated bedroom. She couldn't see it but Elizabeth was willing to bet an even more impressive bathroom was hiding somewhere in here. She whistled low as Robin tipped the bellman and sent him on his way.

"When Courtney treats, she treats." Elizabeth exclaimed, dropping her bags in the middle of the floor.

"I can't believe she did this." Robin sighed. The room she walked into, unconsciously claiming it as her own, was the size of her entire loft. There was a large king-size bed pushed back against the wall at the center of the room, an oak dresser, a walk-in closet, and dozens of abstracts littering the pearl-white wall.

"Oh I can believe it." Elizabeth wandered towards the balcony, pausing only to press her hands against the cool glass. "This must have been what she meant when she told them she wanted us treated special."

Setting her bags on the beige comforter, Robin began to slowly unpack. If she left anything right this minute--for one it was the middle of the night--it would bug her until she returned. It would be in the back of her mind, nagging at her. Her father swore she had a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but she disagreed. She just wanted things to be neat and calm. "Are you hungry at all?" She asked Elizabeth as she snatched up a dessert menu. She assumed there was one full of healthy food, but she didn't want to waste her time with it.

"Surprisingly enough murderous intent does leave one famished." Elizabeth kicked her bags into the room she would spend the next few days in. Unpacking could wait at least until food arrived.

"So food-food or dessert-food?"

"Isn't dessert-food food-food?"

"No. Dessert-food falls under sweets and all other things bad for you. Food-food provides nourishment and all that jazz." Robin clarified with a shake of her head.

"Then I say this situation calls for one thing." Elizabeth paused dramatically before launching herself onto Robin's bed, bouncing as she landed. "Dessert-food all the way."

Robin moved her bags out of the way so as to prevent a possibly damaging effect and felt a smile break through. It was going to be okay. She could breathe. They were away. Nothing could hurt her here. "Dessert-food it is. How about 'Death by Chocolate' to start off with?"

"Perfection. Anything that has the phrase 'triple chocolate' listed there by chance?"

"Take a look." Robin tossed the menu over and returned to the mundane task of unpacking. Maybe she'd feel more at ease once everything was put away.

Elizabeth focused on the menu. "Ohhh what about Caramel Kiss Sundaes?"