Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage or Christian Kane's music…I only have DVD's and stuff on my iPod…

A/N: Well, this story really wasn't supposed to have a second chapter…or a third chapter, but they're both coming together. And, since you wanted them, you better be ready for what I'm going to write. Some will be cute…some will be tragic. But I will do my best to please you all. Please review and tell me what you think.

Let Me Go

Chapter 2

Eliot drove away from Randy's house, knowing that the US Marshal would take care of him now. He was glad that he had been able to help the kid, and at least now the father knew that if he messed with that boy again, Eliot would hunt him down. But this job had been too close to home, and the hitter was tired. He needed to get away.

Slipping the comm. in his ear, he tested it. "Nate, you there man?" he asked as he drove towards his apartment. Just needed to grab his duffle bag.

"What is it Eliot?" the mastermind said in his ear, and Eliot detected the slightest hint of concern there.

"I'm takin' off for a few days. Need some time away," he grunted, pulling up to his place and getting out of the truck and jogging up the stairs to his apartment.

"Alright. If you need us though, give us a call."

"Sure thing Nate." The duffle bag sat in his closet, practically abandoned, and he snatched it up in a second, slinging it over his shoulder and locking the door behind him. He had no intention of calling any of the team, but they didn't need to know that.

When he got back to his truck, he tossed the bag into the bed of the truck and then hopped in, heading for the mountains. A few weeks back he had used some of the money he still had from the first job in order to buy a cabin up there. It was a getaway, and if there was ever a job that went over badly for everyone, he would take them all up there, but not yet. For now it was his refuge.

As he drove, he noted the storm clouds moving in and sighed. He was really not looking forward to driving through the pelting rain, but it didn't look like he had any chance of making it to the cabin before the angry clouds reached him. Pressing his foot down on the accelerator a little harder he sped up, the lines on the road blurring. Not long after that, the rain started.

It wasn't a little sprinkling either, it was a harsh pounding and Eliot realized that his duffle bag was probably getting soaked. "Great…" he muttered, pulling off at a diner and rushing around to the truck bed, coat pulled up over his head as he grabbed the bag. But then he realized that the lump that was supposed to be his spare tire was a little larger than usual. "What the hell," he muttered under his breath as he approached the lump that he noticed was trembling. Raising an eyebrow he reached out, thrusting the sheet off the top and gasping. "DAMN IT PARKER!" he shouted over the rain.

The blonde was huddled under the sheet, her clothes getting soaked and she looked up at him, shivering. "I was w-wondering when you would get your stupid bag," she muttered under her breath, sitting up.

"Don't talk, get in the diner," he muttered, pulling her from the bed and tossing the bag in the cab before locking up his baby and shoving the thief into the warm building. She was shivering even harder now. "That's what you get," he growled at her before sitting her down at a table. The thief stayed silent as Eliot ordered hot tea for the both of them, along with some hot food before continuing his glaring at the woman. "Mind tellin' me what the hell you were doing in the bed of my truck?" he asked lowly.

"I…I thought you were running," Parker murmured, not meeting his gaze. "I t-told you I'd t-tag along," she stuttered, teeth chattering. Eliot sighed, rolling his eyes and then getting up and sitting next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against him, trying to warm her up.

"Yes…but in the bed of my truck darlin'?" he said hopelessly.

"It's not like you were going to let me into the cab, now is it?" she asked, wrapping her hands around the cup of tea that had arrived and sipping it gratefully, allowing the warmth to seep through her and she shivered as the warmth penetrated her bones. "So…where are we going?"

Eliot laughed as he sipped at his own tea. "Little place I bought up in the mountains. Wasn't really planning on you comin' too darlin', but we'll just have to adjust the plans. Now drink up, I wanna get up there before the storm gets too bad," he said as the food came and they dug in.

Not much was said while they ate, and when they finished up, the still shivering and slightly damp thief was led to the truck and buckled into the passenger seat, Eliot's coat wrapped around her. The hitter got into the driver's seat, turned up the heat and the radio and headed out.

It took them a few hours to get to the cabin, but luckily, they got there before the worst of the storm started. Eliot hurried Parker into the building before she got soaked again and he locked the door behind them, shaking his head to get the water out of his hair. "You look like a dog when you do that," the blonde said and he looked up, smirking at her.

"Thanks so much darlin'," he said, leading her over to the couch and started the fire. "You still cold?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine," Parker said, but when the hitter looked at her, he saw her shaking ever so slightly. Sighing and shaking his head, he walked to the closet in the hall and pulled out a blanket, tossing it to her. "I said I was fine," she protested.

"Yeah darlin', sure you are." He couldn't help the eye roll that escaped him and Parker huffed as she wrapped the blanket around her, curling up in a ball and staring at the fire. Watching her carefully for a minute, he then walked over to the window and watched the rain falling outside.

"What are we going to do?" she asked, and he turned around to look at her.

"About the storm?"

"In general. I mean…there's no TV…it's pouring outside…" she trailed off, tilting her head to the side and looking at him.

"Parker…mountains. The rain isn't going to keep up much longer. I plan on climbing tomorrow."

"Can…can I come with you?" she asked quietly, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Of course darlin'. Did you really think I was going to leave you to go rooting through my stuff here all by yourself? No thank you ma'am, I like my belongings right where they are." At the hurt look on her face, Eliot walked over and sat down next to her. "Come on Parker, you know I was just kidding with that one, right?" he murmured, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer.

"I don't know…You always joke aobut that, and I mean, it's not like you're wrong, I am a thief by nature, who knows what would happen if you left me alone with all of your stuff and…"

Sighing at her rambling, Eliot leaned down and captured her lips, one hand coming up to cup her cheek and hold her head in place. She tensed for a moment, but then she fell into the same rhythm as they had that night at Nate's loft and, at the risk of sounding clichéd to herself; it was like riding a bicycle. She kissed him back; leaning into his touch and reaching up to wrap him up in the blanket with her. Eliot pushed her onto her back and pinned her to the couch, grinning madly. "It's your turn to be stuck," he muttered. "This is your punishment for following me without my permission. When exactly were you going to tell me that you were there anyway?" A single eyebrow rose as he watched her carefully.

Parker shrugged. "Wasn't gonna tell you. I was gonna wait until you fell asleep, drug you and then drive back to Boston." The sentence took him by surprise and he had no idea where to go with it.

"There's somethin' wrong with you darlin'," he said instead, giving his normal answer for anything strange she did.

"I know…but you wouldn't like me if there wasn't," she said, voice still stating it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You're right Parker…"

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It would be several hours later that the storm would finally start moving away from the tiny cabin secluded in the woods, now dark inside. But a flash of lightning would illuminate the front room, illuminate the two people laying on the couch, entwined in each other's arms, wrapped up in a blanket that was the only thing keeping them warm from the chill that had set in after the fire died long ago.

The woman's head is pillowed against the man's chest, his long hair falling into her face, creating a curtain and hiding her from the world. His soft, slow, and steady heartbeat is a lullaby in her ears and helps her to sleep soundly as she tries to get closer, seeking warmth from him. His eyes open ever so slightly and he smiles down at the thief in his arms, holding her just a little tighter and wrapping the blanket around them just a little more. She stirs a little, but he shushes her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "You're fine darlin', just rest." His words soothe her and send her back off to sleep while the man stares out the window and thinks about the little meadow that should be in full bloom by now, and what all he has in his kitchen to make up a picnic lunch in the morning before she wakes up…