When Spencer returned to the room, he found his prisoner slumped in a chair. Logan had changed clothes into something more comfortable but her body language said anything but. The hotel had a small deli so Eliot had brought back sandwiches and sodas for both of them. He put the package in front of Kayla, "Ham and Swiss cheese with mustard and lettuce on wheat bread and a Coca-Cola."

"Aw, you remembered," she snarked. Reaching for the food, Logan asked, "You get behind the counter and make it yourself?"

Eliot chuckled, "No but it was tempting." He took a bite of his own sandwich.

Around a mouthful of food, Kayla said, "You always were good in the kitchen." And, after a moment's hesitation, she added mischievously, "And your cooking wasn't bad either."

Eliot almost choked and Kayla couldn't help but smile. In his com, he heard Hardison's low giggle and the comment, "You dog." Spencer grimaced. He'd get even with the Hacker who knew Eliot couldn't respond.

She continued, "I gotta admit, I did miss your meals." Kayla looked down as she tagged her comment, "And, your humor." He cocked a brow but let his intimidating countenance soften with a smile. Between Kayla's quiet compliment and Alec's teasing, the former military specialist dropped his guard. Over the next couple of hours, he and Kayla talked amiably, reliving some of the good times; the funnier moments of their missions; and, a few of their more recent, unclassified adventures. A quick look at her watch and Kayla stretched, "Man, it's late. And, I need a shower."

"Go ahead. No windows in the bathroom," he said absently, cleaning up their mess. Kayla gave him a hard stare. With one comment, Eliot had returned them to their former status - jailer and prisoner – all the good karma from a couple of hours dissipating. He saw her body language change and knew he'd screwed up. Logan turned her back hoping he hadn't notice what those few words had done to her.

She quickly went to the drawer that held her delicates and was surprised when she reached in and felt the two syringes that she had hidden. These had become her weapons of choice. A hypo filled with either a sedative or, when needed, a deadly paralytic had become a valuable part of her arsenal. It could be done quickly and, in most cases, the small pinhole the needle left on the skin was overlooked in an autopsy. Kayla couldn't believe that Eliot had missed these when he'd sanitized the room.

She had stayed at the drawer longer than she should have. He figured in response to his carelessly spoken comment, Kayla was trying to compose herself. She slowly closed the bureau and turned towards the bathroom. Eliot thought about trying to mitigate the situation he had created. But, he had made his living – stayed alive – by reading situations. Logan would cool down. She always did so he let it go. Over her shoulder, Kayla spoke, "I'll only be a few minutes."

Spencer checked in with Alec, letting him know they were calling it a night and that he would get even for earlier. He also warned the Hacker that if he hadn't heard from him by no later than six in the morning to come on the run. Eliot pulled out the earwig, hiding it on the nightstand. He then stretched out on top of the bed, closing his eyes for a few minutes of sleep. In the military, he'd learned to catch whatever shuteye he could, whenever and wherever. With the room secure and Kayla in the shower, this was a perfect opportunity. Within seconds, he was out.

Kayla exited the bathroom twenty minutes later, tying her robe tight. She froze, seeing Eliot sleeping…and she smiled. She crossed quietly to the bed. Unguarded, the guy dozing on top of the covers finally looked like the young soldier she had first met all those years ago. Without thinking, Kayla reached out to touch his hair. It was soft as silk as she let it slip through her fingers. He'd always worn it in a more traditional military cut but Logan liked the longer length.

When she found her wrist in an iron grip, Kayla almost jumped out of her skin. She tried to pull back but Eliot's other arm snaked around her pulling her down across him. His name came out much breathier than she really wanted. But he ignored her protest, kissing her slowly, passionately. From the first mission together, they had been intimate. Kayla had said they had more than just a few sparks between them? She had always been a master of the understatement. Their relationship had been downright incendiary. And it didn't take long to reignite.

She responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck. He broke the kiss, looking into green eyes that were suddenly clouded with passion. Eliot shook his head, "I shouldn't have done that." He spoke softly as he cupped her cheek.

Kayla bit her lip, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. His fingers threading through her still damp hair. "But, you did," was all she could think to say.

He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, debating on what was the best response. Eliot decided kissing her again seemed the right course of action. And, as before, Kayla responded, this time straddling Eliot where he still sat on the bed. One more time he broke the embrace, saying, "You know this doesn't change anything. Your situation - our situation," he amended, "it's still the same."

Kayla nodded her agreement and added, "We've always known that there were no guarantees. No promises of a future. Hell, not even a promise of tomorrow. Between you and me, Spence, it's always been live for the moment. I'd expect nothing different now. Besides, we were always pretty good at this, too." And, before he could add anything else, she kissed him quiet so they could do…this.