She woke up on at the very edge of the bed, the light just barely creeping through the window. She looked around and was confused when she didn't recognize where she was. Then she remembered. She turned over onto her back and looked to the sleeping figure beside her- Red. They've been on the run 2 weeks. Different hotel every night. Different names every day. Different cars. The only consistency was the person they both woke up to each morning- each other. So waking up to find him beside her was the only thing she knew she could count on; and it was a sight she'd never tire of seeing.

Unconsciousness had a way on his features; made him look younger. She couldn't quite put her finger on what made him look younger- he just had a youthfulness to him in sleep. But it was still him. His lips were still his lips, his nose was still his nose, his chin was still his chin...his eyes were still his eyes. He was still the man that risked his life to save hers. The man that quietly looked after her from the shadows; her invisible benefactor; her sin eater...

It was as if he knew the very moment she woke up, because just as she looked over to him, his eyes slowly crept open. Looking over to her, their eyes met. For a few seconds they held each other's gaze. They could read each other; hear each other's unspoken words. Red smiled. "Hello Lizzie" his voice was a rough, low growl.

"Hello Ray" She whispered. She returned a smile and he sat up. He reached onto the bedside table and grabbed his watch. He latched it around his wrist and picked up his glasses as he got to his feet. It was odd, for years the only thing she's ever seen him wear was a suit. Dress shirt, dress pants, a tie; but now, on the run- he settles for a more comfortable, less eye catching attire. This morning he's adorning a short sleeve maroon pocket shirt and navy blue plaid pajama pants. And with his frameless glasses and slippers, he looks so...normal.

"What would you like for breakfast?" He asks as he stops in the doorway- about to leave the bedroom.

"How about we go out for breakfast today?" A shy smile cracked across his lips.

"As you wish." And he walked away, out into the living room. She looked up at the ceiling. There was an emptiness in her stomach and an ache in her chest. Two weeks, that's all it took. Two weeks for her to fall in love with him. She didn't know what to do, she was afraid to tell him. Afraid it would complicate matters even further, but all she wanted was to talk to him. She didn't want to keep hiding it- it was too much for her to bare. 'take a breath Liz' she whispered to herself. She gathered herself and slowly got to her feet and out of the bed. She took her time as she stepped to the doorway. She looked out into the living room and saw him sitting on one of the chairs. His glasses were slid down his nose a bit, his right leg crossed over the left and in his lap, in his hand, sat a book. This was him. This is the man he is, not the monster the world sees him as. He's just a simple man, a man who wants nothing more than to live a normal life. A life filled with books and puzzles, family picnics and walks in the park- not steel cages and tracking devices, secrets and lies. Even he deserves more than that. And now, being away from it all she thinks he may actually be able to start over, to have a normal life...with her. She must have stood in that doorway for five minutes before she caught herself in a gaze. She was going to say something, but then didn't. Instead she took one last look and went back into the bedroom. But then he noticed her movement in the doorway.

"Lizzie." he called out. She stepped back into the doorway and she put on a fake smile.

"Yeah." She met his eyes and she felt her heart sink to her stomach. She wanted to tell him...

"Is everything alright?" Her mouth fell open as she searched for the words, something, anything other than the truth. All she was able to come up with in the millions of thoughts surging through her mind was,

"Yeah. I'm fine. I...I'm fine..." She tried to cover with another smile, but he caught the tone in her voice, the look in her eyes. Her heart pounded inside her chest as she feared that he had figured it out.

"What is it, Lizzie." He moved his glasses up from his nose. Ready to listen; ready to talk. She just shook her head.

"Nothing. It's nothing...I'm going to go take a shower." She slipped back into the bedroom and into the bathroom where she closed the door behind her.

Stricken, Red closed his book and uncrossed his legs. He sat there for a minute, silent, unsure of what to do, what to think. He set the book on the table and stood up, making his way into the bedroom. He paused in the doorway as he heard the water turn on and the curtain being pulled back. What was going on inside her head? He wondered. He bit his lip and looked about the room. There were clothes scattered everywhere. He knelt down and began to fold the strewn pieces of clothing; placing them in neat piles on the floor. He then got up and walked over to make up the bed. He tossed the pillows and comforter to the floor as he started with the under sheet. Red was no stranger to making a bed. In the navy it was part of the protocol. They had to do what's called 'Hospital Corners'. And that's exactly what he was doing now. One at a time he took each corner- pulled it tight, folded it- then tucked it.

As he threw the comforter across the bed, Liz came out of the bathroom- wrapped only in towel. Her skin riddled with tiny droplets of water, her hair wet. Reds lips parted as the air fled from his lungs. "Here, let me help you." Red snapped out of it as Liz pulled the sheet from his hands.

"Yes, thank you." He regained his grip and together they positioned the sheet. "Just a little more on your side...almost...right there." He reached to the floor and picked up the pillows- handing one to her. "Perfect." They meet each other's eyes and smile. Red felt his eyes drop for a second, and when he met her eyes again, he knew she noticed. Embarrassed- he cleared his throat and apologized. "I'm sorry, that was...I'm sorry. I think it's time I get a shower as well." He smiled unconvincingly and then walked past her and into the bathroom. As he swung the door shut, latching it, Liz stopped him.

"Don't lock the door; I may still need in there." Liz said turning around to the door. She waited for a response, but there wasn't one. Instead all she heard was the flick of the latch and then the door cracked open a few inches. She smiled. "Thank you." She gathered up her clothes and packed up what she wasn't going to need today. She set the bag by the door then walked back to the bathroom to dry her hair and brush her teeth. She stopped as she heard the water turn off. Don't Liz, it'd be wrong...she thinks to herself. But she does it anyway. She creeps up to the door, standing just behind it and gazes through the thin gap. Steam fogs the mirror and ghosts the entire room. She can feel the heat on her face, she can smell his soap...its intoxicating. He steps into view, facing her- a towel wrapped around his waist. He reaches into his bag and pulls out shave cream. He squirts some into his hands and gently rubs it onto his face. He grabs the razor and ever so carefully begins outlining his jaw. There's a mirror on that wall... Her eyes fall to his chest. The golden brown curls beaded with water. The curls thin at his Breast bone then pick up again at his lower stomach, disappearing beneath the towel. Her breath shakes as it escapes her lungs. Shaky enough to make a noise loud enough for him to hear. He looks over and just sees the flash of movement behind the door. He quickly reaches for his shirt and slips it on over his head. Liz knows he saw her, and she has to try and cover. So she knocks on the door before opening it. "Sorry, I just need to brush my teeth." He says nothing, just nods and steps aside. "Where's the toothpaste?"

"Under the sink."

When they returned from breakfast, they grabbed their bags from the hotel and we're back on the road. "How is this all gonna end?" She asks from the passenger seat.

"I don't know..." He paused. "But I do know, with no uncertainty, where you'll find me no matter what happens." Liz looks to him, confused.

"Where?"

"Beside you." He reached down and grabbed hold of her hand. "Where else would I be?"

The car fell silent as they drove from day into night. To the next city; next country. The next safe place to rest. The next stop on their ruthless journey to each other.