Faye watched him with a raised brow, but said nothing, when he finally laid down next to her, she curled into his side, hair fanned out agasint his chest and pillow, her body curled into him as much as he could.

She was all but paralysed with fear, something she hadnt felt in a long time, it was the reason she had come to LA for in the first place, that and to talk Leon out of making some stupid ass choice.

"You love me right"She muttered agasint his chest, her hands resting over his heart.

Jack slid one arm around her, his hand drawing soft, soothing circles on her side while he placed his other on hers that was resting on his chest. Her question came unexpected and for a moment he remained quiet before he finally answered with the truth. "Always."

He shifted slightly under her, moving his hand up to cup her chin and titled her head just enough so he could place a soft kiss on her lips.

Faye allowed him to tilt her head back and for just the moment allowed herself to pretend she was in bed with her boyfriend, who she loved and was having a happy nomal night, not that he had a gun stashed under his pillow or she had a black eye and ten stitches above her eye.

Swallowing she snuggled back into him "I love you"She whispered kissing his chest as she settled back against him. "Thank you for being here, staying with me" She sighed closeing her eyes but she knew sleep wouldnt come.

Isabelle frowned. She would rather have just struck right away, but again, Doc was the boss. She slid the knife into her boots and looked up at Doc.

"And what do we do in the mean time?" She didn't mean to sound so curious, but she had no idea. She had only just became apart of Doc's team.

Jack smiled slightly at her words while she settled back against him.

"Wouldn't want to be anywhere else." He whispered while he let his fingers continue their soft movements on her side, hoping she would eventually fall asleep since she could damn well use it. The past days had been rough.

Faye sighed under his touch, it felt comforting andnice, something she could do with, her mind was working ten to a dozen so she revereted to the age old, of couting sheep, by the time she reached 1000 she hadnt managed to drift of, although she had managed to stop herself thinking about it.

She finally let out a soft sigh, shifting so she was once again resting agasint hsi chest, his heart beat a steady rythym under her ear. She curled into him tighter and forced herself to stop thinking, to shut herself down, like she had done so many times before. She finally managed to fall into a fit filled sleep, filled of thoughts and nightmares.

Jack woke up to Faye stirring and murmuring in her sleep against him, clearly having a nightmare. He furrowed his brow, wiping some of her hair from her slightly sweaty forehead before placing a kiss there while he whispered. "Hey, calm down. You're having a nightmare."

Faye's eyes snapped open at the touch, half expecting Tristan to be laid in front of her like she had been dreaming, she pulled away, tangling herself in the blankets,it took a while for her to realize she was with Jack. Breathing heavily she settled back into the bed at the side of him.

"Im sorry"She mumbled.

Nate looked up at the woman in front of him, one brow quirked, she certaintitly was a person who had to be doing something, shaking his head, he let out a breath.

"Now we wait and we watch and enjoy the show" He stated resting his hands onto the table in front of him. "This place is big, you should have a look around, get yourself used to it" He smirked, pushing himself away from the table.

"In fact there is a place i know you'll love" He gestured for her to follow him and led her down corridor after corridor untill they were at the stairs that led to the basment, once down the bottom of the steps he gestured for her to turn around, once she had complied he punched in the code for the room and then waited for the doors to swing open, once they did he tugged her arm, pulling her into the room.

In front of him were case after case of weponary, from hand guns, to machine guns, sniper guns and semi automatics, on the other wall were his pride and joys, his knives, from small to large, each speacially made, and very very sharp.

Isabelle allowed herself to be tugged downstairs. She half-expected him to be leading her outside to kill her, so she was surprised when he led her in to a weaponry. She smiled at him and moved forward. She picked up one of the knives and twirled it in her fingers.

"I'm not so keen on the guns, but these knives..." Isabelle was fond of knives. She had made each of her kills with a knife, and in the same fashion each time. First, she would torture them with small cuts made all over their body. The small cuts also temporarily paralyzed them, so they felt all kinds of pain but were defenseless. And then she would slice their throat, and they would bleed to death.

Isabelle narrowed her eyes at Doc, and smiled. She took the tip of her knife and drew it across her cheek, leaving a thin blood trail. "I like it, Doc. You know me almost too well." She chuckled.

Nate watched her with an amused glint in his eyes, gaze trailing over the tiny trail of blood, stepping closer he trailed a finger over the cut, his hand cupping the side of her face, before he dropped his head, lips pressing agasint the small wound.

"It pays to know those who work for you"He stated lowly in her ear as he pulled away from her, his green eyes alight with amusment.

Isabelle smiled. "Do you sleep with all your employees?" She chuckled and sat on a table, still twirling the knife in her hands.

"Or do only the best get that treatment?"

Nate laughed, as he stepped away from her, his gaze wondering over her features as she slid up on one of the tables.

"Only the good lookings ones"He commented, which happened to be quite a few of his female workers, he trailed his tongue over his lips.

"So dont start thinking your speical, theres a million others out there like you"

Isabelle frowned. The knife stopped spinning in her hands, and she turned the blade outward to face him. She narrowed her eyes and clenched her jaw.

"You're lucky I owe you just one favor." She jumped off the table and whispered in his ear. "Otherwise, I would have killed you by now."

Isabelle let the knife slide out of her hands and it tumbled to the ground. It landed less than an inch from his foot. She smirked and walked out of the weaponry room, not sure where to go. She sighed and went left. Now she was pissed. Not that she was surprised that she wasn't the only girl in Doc's life, but she had wanted it to be so.

Nate smirked as he followed her out of the room, when he finally caught up with her he pinned her agasint one of the walls, her head banging agasint it hard. "Your going to learn Respect, be it the easy way or the hard way" He hissed, eyes dancing with anger as he looked at her.

"You wouldnt get close enough to kill me"He smirked, his hands fitting around the bruises marks he had left earlier "Remember that, your out alive, because of me"

When he grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, Isabelle merely smiled. When he began talking of respect, she laughed out loud.

"You may have bailed me out of jail, but that doesn't mean I have to respect you." Isabelle shook her head. "And if you think I should, you've got another thing coming to you."

She brought her knee up sharply, hitting him where the sun don't shine. She pulled away from him, leaving him to deal with his own things. She turned right down another hallway and then began walking up a flight of stairs.

Nate allowed her to move from, seething in anger he shook his head as he stormed after her, no woman disrespected him and got away with her, he caught her in one of the bedrooms, shutting the door behind him, he roughly shooved her agasint one of the beds eyes wide with anger.

"Then you, Bitch can go right back to jail"He hissed as he back handed her, looking over at her, he raised a brow "You ever touch me again and i will kill you"He hissed, he had pulled his gun from his waistband and currently had it tucked under her neck.

"Now i like you so that woule be a shame"

Isabelle laughed, even with the gun right in her face. She shook her head. She didn't doubt that he would do it. She sighed heavily. His day would come, she promised him that.

"Fine. I won't touch you again, master." Even with the seriousness of the situation, Isabelle couldn't help but be sarcastic.

Just in case he did decide to shoot her, she had her hand hovering over the knife tucked into her boot. "Now do you mind? That gun is crowding my personal space." She made a shooing motion with her hands and smiled. He thought he could make her scared; nothing could scare Isabelle Weston.

Nate shook his head, licking his lips he shifted the gun away from her, she was smart, he liked that, she knew he would do it, so she acted to keep him happy, oh he could see himself having a very enjoyable time with this one.

Throwing the gun on to the floor he lent down, the kiss he placed upon her lips was tender by his accounts, his hand smoothing down the side of her face as his body pinned her to the bed.

"Wasnt so bad now was it"He questioned with a raised brow, his gaze trailing over her body and features, the things he could do with this woman, he thought, the arrosoual shooting through his body.

Isabelle wanted him so bad, but she was still pissed at him. She couldn't move out from underneath him, so she looked up at him and kissed him softly.

"Not right now." Isabelle raised her eyebrows. "I'm not in the mood."