Disclaimer: Not mine.

Author's Notes: Here it is! The sequel (sort-of) to "Lost: Northern Crater Edition".

It would have been up a lot sooner but real life kept me pretty busy. I was also trying to get rid of some other plot-bunnies before dedicating my full-time to this.

You don't need to read "Lost" to understand this, but it will be a pretty good background on the Reno and Elena dynamics because in this fic, I shall be expanding on that. This fic is pushing more towards action/adventure/romance than humour/romance. But don't worry, there will always be humour!

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated!

Thump!

"I am bored," Reno said in a sing-song voice. He caught the tennis ball with one hand and bounced it against the wall again.

Thump!

Catching the ball, he adjusted his position on the cushy leather couch and threw it onto the wall beside Elena's desk. "What'cha doin'?"

Thump!

Elena mumbled incomprehensibly behind a mountain of paperwork (literally). Although her hands were typing furiously on the keyboard, her eyes were glazed over as if she was in a trance.

Thump!

Bang!

The sound of gunshot could be heard all throughout the hallways of the 60th floor.

Reeve's new secretary, a pretty young redhead, nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the gunshot. Honed by years of living in the slums, her instincts led her under her desk for cover.

A few terse moments passed and she hears someone rapping on her table with their knuckles, as if beckoning her to come out. She cowered in her three-inch stilettos and stayed put.

"Anyone here?" the familiar, silken voice called out. It had a calming effect to it. The secretary sighed in relief and crawled out from her hiding place.

Her boss stared at her with a bemused expression.

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious about her appearance, she brushed the imaginary crease out of her skirt and smiled sheepishly.

Mustering as much confidence as she can, she greeted her boss, "Mr. Reeve, sorry about that. I heard a gunshot coming from the office down the hall."

To her surprise, instead of chastising her, Reeve smiled kindly and shook his head.

"Oh. That. That was just another day in the office."

Reno stared at his mutilated tennis ball mournfully.

"I can't believe you shot my toy!" he protested in a whiny tone.

Beside him, Elena tucked her handgun back into her holster and turned back to her computer screen wordlessly.

Picking up the charred pieces, he dumped them into the overflowing rubbish bin and grumbled, "Just because Reeve stuck you on paperwork duty for your injury doesn't give you the right to destroy my belongings."

Frowning at the filled bin, Reno shrugged and jammed his foot into the mess to make more room. When satisfied with the efforts, he wiped his shoes on the carpeting in the office and walked to Elena's desk.

"Why are you so hung up on the paperwork anyway?" he said, looking over Elena's shoulders at the computer screen.

He had to squint his eyes to read the words that were appearing rapidly on the screen. "Elena," he said in a concerned voice, "Are you even reading the words that are showing up on the document?"

As if woken up from her trance, Elena's fingers stopped and she blinked several times before turning her attention back to her report.

None of the words and sentences made sense. It looked as though someone had just meshed their fingers on the keyboard at random intervals to produce the document.

The evidence of the hours and hours of painstaking work disappeared.

Elena stood up calmly and reached for her gun.

Prodding her shoulders nervously, Reno called out softly, "Oy, Elena."

She doesn't reply him. The only reaction he got from her was a slightly maniacal smile that was appearing on her face as she removed the safety.

"Okay then," he said uneasily and tried to move out of her way as inconspicuously as possible.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The second gunshot after a period of silence startled Reeve. He looked up at the closed door of his office (just in case) and when he was sure it is just one of the many strange explosions coming from the Turks' office, he continued going through is contracts.

"Damn," Reeve muttered when he saw that he'd drawn a line across one of the papers out of shock.

Bloody Turks.

The second casualty from Elena's rage that day was her computer on the desktop.

Reno whistled in admiration at the damage that she'd caused; there were three bullet holes on the monitor and the CPU was smoking.

"Alright," Reno announced, "That's it. We are going out to get a drink now before you start mass killing everyone in this building."

She gave him a look that had the words 'over my dead body' written all over it, hands still clenching her handgun.

Holding up his hands in front of him defensively, Reno tried explaining, "A drink with me and Rude of course. Not just me. It will be like team-bonding in the good ol' days."

Reno knows that the slight tilt of her head and the narrowing eyes meant that she was contemplating if he was fibbing.

He kept his face as neutral as possible.

"Fine," she finally says after a moment of deliberation.

Grinning, Reno placed a hand on her back and led her out the door. "Excellent. It's a date, then."

"Not a date."

"What d'ya want?" the waitress asked rudely, her jaws working frantically on her chewing gum.

"Could you give us another moment please?"

The waitress closed her notebook and sauntered off but not before shooting Elena a dirty look.

"Such a nice girl," Elena muttered sarcastically to herself. Reno was too busy deciding on his order to pay attention to anything that is going around.

Without looking up from his menu, Elena hears Reno ask, "What do you reckon sounds nicer? The tuna melt or meatloaf?"

"They both sound absolutely disgusting," Elena answers in a bored voice; he wouldn't be listening to her anyway.

"You are right," Reno says and waves for the waitress, "The tuna melt does sound nicer."

The waitress popped the gum in a mouth and snaps at him, "Yeah?"

Reno flashed his most charming grin. "I'll have the tuna melt and a jug of beer."

"What about you, Miss Sunshine?" the waitress asked Elena mockingly.

Forcing a friendly smile, Elena muttered through gritted teeth, "Just a cup of black coffee, thanks."

When the waitress is finally out of their sight, Elena looked around the bar impatiently.

Hm, she thinks to herself, still no sign of Rude.

As if he could read her mind, Reno said, "Oh, Rude called after we left the office. He says he isn't coming."

Elena glared at him murderously. "Yeah, right. Did you even tell him that we were meeting up here?"

"Nope," he grins matter-of-factly.

"Of course you didn't," she says to herself; Reno fooled her…again.

"So…," Reno says with a burp as he polished up the rest of his beer, "We should talk."

Elena looked up from her trimmed nails questioningly. "About?"

"You know damn well what it's about."

Raising a quizzical eyebrow, Elena doesn't answer him but he knows that he had hit the nail in her head.

"It's about the time we made out at the hospital," he says at the top of his voice on purpose. A few bar patrons turned to look at the two of them.

A sense of satisfaction filled him when her face turned beet red.

"Shush!" she hissed.

"Why are you so embarrassed?" Reno said teasingly, "We made out and it was good."

He noted with interest that the red was not contained to her face anymore, it'd spread to her ears as well.

As he waited for her retort, he noticed a large, burly man approach their table from the corner of his eye. Elena seemed to have noticed it too because she turned her head slightly to the direction of the man.

"Hey dude," the man said before Reno could get a word out, "How's you sister?"

Reno's attention was diverted for a split second as he processed the question but his Turk reflexes kicked in when he saw the man reach inside his jacket.

The glint of the pistol butt caught his eye.

"Get down!" Reno yelled at Elena, but she'd already noticed it.

The patrons in the bar watch in horror as Elena grabbed the man's hand before he could get to his pistol and pinned it against the table with a knife from Reno's plate.

Taking her hands, Reno led Elena out of the bar. He didn't need to turn around to confirm that the heavy footsteps trailing them belonged to the man's friends.

Hand-in-hand, the two Turk ran for their lives.

"Fuck!" cursed Reno as he dived behind the dumpster to dodge the hail of bullets, pulling out his semi-automatic which he rarely used.

Elena quickly followed suit.

Reloading her gun, she fired several well-placed shots. There were a few grunts of pain and as the enemies fell.

Not as used to handling a gun as Elena, Reno's shots mostly went off-target but he had managed to take out quite a couple of people.

He squinted against the bright streetlights to count the number of attackers and he'd estimated that there were about ten still standing.

Bang!

Well, he smiles dryly, nine left.

He ducked again when he ran out of ammunition and he could almost see the bullets whiz pass his head.

"Bloody hell," he mutters against the dumpster, trying to reload the cartridge as quickly as he possibly could, "This is officially the worst date I have ever been to."

"IT'S NOT A DATE!"