Skylar was shocked by the kiss at first, but then she kissed him back.

One of Eliot's hands went to the back of her neck. Her hand rested on his bicep.

His lips wanted to be dominant but Skylar wasn't about to let him win. She pushed him on his back to where he was laying on the roof top.

Eliot flipped Skylar on her back and put on hand on her hip while holding himself up with his other hand.

She broke the kiss to catch her breath.

Skylar looked into Eliot's eyes. They remained in that position for a while; one of his hands on her hip and one of her hands on his bicep and shoulder.

The rain made both of them wet.

"You're drunk, Eliot." Skylar smiled, breathlessly.

"Not fully. I know what I'm doing."

"Well. That's just great." Skye giggled. There was a moment of silence. "So are we still keeping this quiet?"

"This?"

"Yeah. This as in you not trying to bite my head off or me hurting you for a while?"

"I don't care. Parker already suspects something and she can't keep that mouth of her's shut." Eliot stood up then held his hand out for Skylar, who gladly took it.

"I think I'm gonna head to bed, Eliot." Skylar picked up her beer bottle and took another sip of it.

•

SKYLAR'S POV

The next day, I was sitting on the arm of the chair Eliot was sitting on. I was eating Doritos when everyone came down to the living room area.

"Whoa. I must be dreamin because I see Eliot and Skye sitting beside each other and sharing chips." Hardison pointed to us.

"It's not a dream because I see it too." Sophie sat on the couch beside Nate.

"That's weird." Parker sat on Hardison's lap.

"Creepy almost." Nate nodded. I looked down to Eliot, raising an eyebrow. He nodded. I leaned down and kissed his lips before stopping and looking back up to everyone.

"Awww! That's so sweet! Eliot finally found someone!" Sophie smiled.

"I think I might've just threw up a little in my mouth." Parker shivered.

"Y'all nasty." Hardison shook his head.

"Oh shut up, Hardison. Like you've never done anything with Parker." I rolled my eyes, knowing they were teasing us.

"You two are actually cute together." Parker nodded.

"Don't say that. I'm not cute." Eliot crossed his arms. Parker laughed.

"How long has this been going on?" Nate asked.

"Well. We've been nice to each other since I cut my leg. But um this is uh- this is pretty new. Starting last night." I nodded.

"I wouldn't even say we're nice to each other. She still threatens me." Eliot shrugged.

"Wow. This is actually a big surprise." Nate chuckled.

"You should thank me! I was like the match maker! I made you two dance together!" Sophie gasped.

"No actually I still hated his guts at that point. You made me dislike you for the mean time too." I sighed.

"Sophie. Come on. We have a client to deal with." Nate got up and walked out of the room with Sophie behind him.

"That's actually kinda romantic." Parker was looking at me and Eliot with a slightly creepy smile. "You both hated each other but now you two are together. Isn't that sweet, Hardison?"

"Yeah. Sure. About as sweet as a cactus." Hardison muttered. "Its actually grossing me out so would you two please separate a good two miles apart?"

"Nope." I slid down into Eliot's lap to where I was laying with my back to one armrest and my legs over the other. Eliot put his arm over my torso and rested his hand on my hip.

"If you got a problem with lookin' at me and Skye, Hardison, I can fix it so you can't see anything." Eliot threatened.

"The big ol' bully's just a cranky cowboy who lost his hairbrush." Hardison grumbled.

"Haha! I like that." I laughed. Eliot glanced to me with an annoyed look. I noticed a cast on Parker's ankle.

"What did you do to your ankle, Parker?" I asked.

"Ask Hardison-"

"Here we go again!" Hardison threw his hands up.

"Go ahead. Tell her what happened." Parker said.

"I tripped and pushed Parker and she fell down the stairs and fractured her ankle." Hardison sighed.

"Good job." I nodded.

"Real smooth." Eliot added.

"Like sandpaper."

"Oh y'all shut the freak up." Hardison muttered.

"Parker? I want you to stay here and research things on the Eiffel Tower while we're gone and I want you to be able to tell me what it is, where it is located, who made it, when they made it, what culture it's in, how many tours are given on it daily, what its made of, everything. The rest of you, come here." Nate said.

"Dang it." Parker crossed her arms. I got up and walked with Hardison and Eliot to the bar.

"Why did you give her that to research?" I asked Nate.

"So she stays busy." Hardison chuckled. I laughed as we sat around the bar.

"We're heading to Miami. Jack Sitwell is a bank accountant from there who's taken thousands of dollars from his clients. We are gonna take it all back. Skylar? Since Parker's injured, I'm gonna need you two pull off about three different jobs, do you think you can handle it?" Nate asked.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Good. We leave in ten minutes." Nate patted the bar. I got up and went to my room. Ten minutes. I took the book I found yesterday in my apartment out from under my bed and started flipping through the pages. There were countless pictures of me and Lacey and me and Damien.

"That's why you didn't want me to see the book." I jumped when Eliot started talking and closed the book.

"Go away, Eliot." I put the book under my bed and picked up my duffle bag.

"That didn't look like-"

"I didn't know who he was then, Eliot, so get off the subject."

"Fine then."

"Why are you in here anyways?"

"I walked by and saw you looking at that book. I was curious." He shrugged.

"Well curiosity killed the cat, or in your case, the cowboy." I looked up to him with a grin.

"Curiosity killed the cowboy." He repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." I leaned up on my toes and kissed him before turning around and looking through my bag. "Go. I gotta change. I'm wearing yoga pants and a jacket on the plane."

"Why not?"

"Because that doesn't intimidate people as much as wearing all black." I pulled out an outfit before shoving Eliot out the door. I put on a pair of black leggings, a white tank top, and my leather jacket along with a pair of black knee high boots. I brushed out my jet black hair and even added eyeliner and mascara.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and went down to the bar.

•

"Please tell me I'm not sharing a room with creepy and weird." Hardison was upset because we only got two rooms in the hotel.

"I wanna creepy!" I raised my hand. "You're weird." I pointed to Eliot and laughed. He rolled his eyes.

"Too bad. Sophie and I get our own room." Nate chuckled and went into one of the hotel rooms.

"Y'all better not do anything." Hardison muttered as he went into our room.

"Fine then. Eliot'll sleep with you instead." I walked in behind him. "Cause Skylar gets her own bed." I put my bag on the king size bed."

"Girl, I am a good six years older than you. You and your little lover over there are sharin' a bed."

"Fine then." I mumbled.

"Guys? Come on. The rooms are connected." Nate and Sophie walked into the room through a door. "Jack Sitwell is a thirty year old single man so someone has to post as his girlfriend and get into his house." Nate looked to me, then that made everyone look to me.

"What! Why can't Sophie be his girlfriend!"

"Because I can't break into his things like you." Sophie shrugged. "Have you seen a picture of him though? He's quite attractive." Nate glanced to Sophie with a slight look of annoyance.

"Fine then." I crossed my arms.

"But I need you to wait in the van with Hardison and Eliot because Sophie and I have to talk with Sitwell first anyways."