It had been days since they first met and Sara hadn't seen or heard from Rebecca aside from the text exchange the morning that followed. Had she come on too strong? Had she scared her off? It didn't seem like it when she was the one who even offered her number. Rebecca could just be stomped with a case, but still it worried her. She won't give up just like that. She can't. She would never give up on her. Not on Nyssa.

"Can I help you?" An older man with a hoarse voice asked Sara as she stood in front of the building she figured where Rebecca could be working from.

"I'm looking for Rebecca."

The older man looked at her curiously. "Why don't you come on up?" He offered.

"No, it's okay. I can wait here."

"She might be long."

"I don't mind."

"Suit yourself, sweetheart."

Sara didn't want to overstep her bounds. And her being there was already too much of a gamble.

On the other hand, Rebecca was busy formulating strategies for their next op with Tommy, when Frank Roarke arrived.

"Hey, Frank. Tommy's girl got us more information for the case."

"That's great. Loop me in."

Tommy told Frank about the new shipment that his C.I. heard was coming in. They haven't had the chance to intercept any since they got the case on their radar. And they shouldn't pass up the chance.

"And I think we should get her out now. She's getting too paranoid. She'd get caught." The last time Tommy had seen the girl, she was more agitated and nervous than normal and that was never good. It may mean that they got huge intel, but it's easier to cast suspicions at her and she'd get burned.

"Okay, we'll figure that one out." Frank said, getting the concern. "Oh and by the way, there's a beautiful blondie looking for you downstairs." He added, directing the statement to Rebecca.

Rebecca was in utmost surprise. The first person that came to mind was Sara. But how did she know where to find her? She hurried her way down to meet her outside the building.

"How did you find me?"

"Search party. Were you hiding?"

"What are you doing here?"

Sara was disappointed and pained by the harsh tone Rebecca had greeted her with. It confused her even more as to what the hell was wrong.

"Yeah. It's nice to see you too." When Rebecca hadn't responded, she added, "okay, maybe I'm just reading too much into whatever this is between us. I thought we were off on a great start, but then maybe that was just me. I don't know if I caught you at a bad time or you just don't want to see me ever again."

When she still got nothing from Rebecca, she shook her head and started to walk away. Then she turned her heels around and pulled Rebecca into a fierce and hurried kiss. She smiled into the kiss when Rebecca finally gave into it.

"I like you, Rebecca. I want you. And you ain't getting rid of me that easily."

Rebecca was breathless. How did she ever think that she could keep herself distanced from her? Every moment that passed just made her want Sara more and it drove her crazy. She thought she could just deal with her until the case was over. Then she does that. How could she keep herself away now?

"I have a day off in two days." She said, still catching her breath.

Sara kissed her again, just one brief but deep kiss.

"Pick me up later. Then we'll talk about that then."

Rebecca smiled at her demand. She wondered what she was getting herself into, but she knew it was bound to get interesting with Sara.

When Rebecca got back upstairs, everyone immediately noticed her unmistakably chipper disposition. And by the way they were looking at her, she knew she had a stupid smile on her face, but she didn't care. She likes Sara. She makes her heart flutter like crazy. And she would no longer deprive herself of that indulgence.

"What?"

"Someone looks like they're shitting rainbows and butterflies." Frank commented. It was nice for Frank to see her smiling like that. Rebecca's like a daughter to him and there's nothing better than to see his girl smiling and happy.

"Shut up."

"Was that Sara?" Tommy asked, though he was quite sure that it was. He was just teasing and knew that Frank would start on her, and he got a deadly stare in the process.

"Sara?" Frank asked, curious.

"Yeah. I met her at a bar."

"She's a bartender and she bought Becca two beers." Tommy added in details.

"Oh shut up, Tommy."

"Cute." Frank put his arm around her shoulders and added, "I like her if she makes you smile like that."

It meant so much to her hearing that from Frank. She doesn't know what she would do if he doesn't like someone that makes her happy like that.

Both women couldn't get the kiss they shared off their heads. Rebecca had never had anyone kiss her with so much hunger and passion. No one had ever made her feel so alive with just one shared moment.

And Sara felt deeply nostalgic about it. So much of it brought her back to Nyssa. It felt so familiar to her, yet different in some way. It reminded her that in their relationship, it was Nyssa who was more aggressive and demanding, she's mostly the main instigator of their most passionate and wild kisses and nights together. And she cherished the rare times that Nyssa would simply wrap her arms around her and just hold her like she's the most precious thing in the world for her. Then again, she had come to realize, that that had always been true for her. When she came into Nyssa's life, she had been what she held most dear. She loved her even more for it. And she regret not showing her the same. Maybe she'd have that chance with Rebecca.

Breaking her reminiscing, she noticed the same girl Tommy was talking to last time enter the bar for a second time that day. She enters and just looks around, searching for Tommy, she guessed. But he hadn't been back there since the first time they saw them together. She figured something had to be wrong since the girl seemed agitated more than the last time. Last time, it was probably the drugs, but she knew this one well. Fear.

The girl tried her phone but she got nothing. Then Sara noticed a guy coming out of a dark blue sedan that had been parked across the bar. She noticed a sling across his chest and Sara's instincts went on high alert. The guy swung the gun he was hiding on his back and sprayed the front of the bar with bullets. Sara shouted at everyone to get down and she tried to get to the girl but she was too late. The girl was lying on the floor with her own blood pooling around her.

She went out to chase after the guy and managed to get him with one of her knives before he got into the car. His accomplices dragged him inside the car and drove off shooting blindly back at her. That moment, she wished she had her bow and arrows with her, and her bike as well. She could have chased after them and she knew that they would not have gotten away.

Moments later, there were police and reporters surrounding the bar. Sara had gone back in to check on everyone. Apparently, the girl wasn't the only casualty of the shooting. One of the customers got shot on the back and died there, two others had been rushed to the hospital for surgery, while three had none fatal injuries, and that included Hal. She will definitely get back at them.

Soon, Tommy and Rebecca were walking through the bullet ridden doors of the bar. The floors were littered with broken glass, splintered wood and blood. Tommy went to the girl's lying body that the medical examiner's processing. And Rebecca walked up to her.

"Are you okay?"

"When I told you to pick me up earlier, I didn't have this in mind."

"You're bleeding." Rebecca said in worry as she saw her arm. Sara hadn't noticed that she got shot. But the bullet didn't go deep into her arm, it was nothing. She'd been through much worse.

"I'm fine. I saw him."

"The shooter?"

"Yeah. Pretty sure you'd see him soon."

"What do you mean?"

"I got his neck with my knife."

"What?" Rebecca was baffled. She can't make sense of how calm Sara was after being shot at and with a bullet in her arm. And she wasn't sure of what she was saying about the knife.

"I got him before they sped off. Dark blue sedan. No plates. But with a huge dent and graze on the passenger side."

Rebecca took note of the details Sara had given. Sara also gave her a description of the shooter. She gave the details to some uniformed officers and told them to go looking.

"Come on, let's get you checked."

"I'm fine."

"I can see that. But I'm not driving you home with a hole in your arm."

"Okay."

They walked outside to a waiting ambulance and the medic checked on her. They were joined there by Tommy.

"Hey." He said a bit gloomily. He knew what that happening meant for the case. And he probably felt responsible for not being there for the girl.

"Hey."

"You okay?" He asked, seeing the medic cleaning the surrounding of her wound.

"I don't need that." The medic offered an anesthetic but she refused. "Yeah. I'm okay."

Tommy gave Rebecca a questioning look. They're both surprised that Sara only flinched a little as the bullet was taken out and not at all as she was being stitched up. Sara caught the look on their faces and wasn't sure whether to scowl or laugh.

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

"Should I be scared?" Rebecca asked.

"Are you?"

There are a lot of mystery about Sara that she wants to unravel. But seeing how she handles herself in that situation, it doesn't scare her of who she could actually be. What scares her is the feeling she has that she might not care, she just wants to know.

There was just mostly silence on their way to Sara's place. Neither know what to say to the other regarding the situation. There are a lot of questions going through Rebecca's mind but doesn't know where to begin. And Sara doesn't know what to tell her that she would believe. She doesn't want to lie to her, but she doesn't want to lose her to the truth either.

When they arrived at her building, Rebecca walked her all the way to her apartment.

"Would I be seeing you again?" Sara finally asked before she opened the door.

Rebecca sighed deeply and Sara thought that maybe she really had scared her off.

"Why don't you ask me in?"

"You sure that's a good idea?"

Rebecca was as surprised as Sara with the words that came out of her mouth, but since it was already out there, she wasn't going to take it back. She wants to know her. She has so much questions running through her head and they will surely keep her awake. And she wants to hold her, touch her. She wants to be with her. It may not be the best idea or even good for the matter, but it doesn't matter to her at the moment.

Sara sees it in her eyes. She knows the same look in Nyssa's eyes all too well. The want. The hunger. The lust. She had always loved seeing that look on Nyssa. And seeing it in hers made her heart flutter. But she wondered if she would be able to deal with who Sara is. She can't risk losing her for one night of passion.

Sara placed a soft kiss on her lips and said, "Stay. I do want you here, but I won't satisfy the hunger in your eyes."

The look Rebecca had faded but it was replaced by something more tender. Sara led her inside and she saw that her place didn't have much. It's simple and practical. There's not much personal touch to it.

"I didn't bring much with me when I came here." She said answering her unspoken question. "Can I get you something?"

"I'll have what you're having."

Sara went to the kitchen and took out one of her best bottles of whiskey. One of her few indulgences. She got two glasses and went back to Rebecca in the living room. They sat on the couch facing each other, and there it was again, Rebecca noticed. The look of familiarity and longing in Sara's eyes.

"Who is she?"

"What?"

"Who do you see when you look at me?" There was no sign of annoyance or jealousy in her voice, just plain curiosity.

And it made Sara want to share it with her. The woman who shares her face. The woman that had brought them together. Her Nyssa. But how should she tell her about her? How could she explain how much she means to her? There were never enough words to express what she and Nyssa had. And how could she tell her all that without making her feel like she has someone to compete with or live up to?

"Her name's Nyssa."

Rebecca didn't need much more explaining after that. It was all evident in her eyes and the way she had said her name of who she was, is to her; what they meant to each other.

"You still love her." It wasn't a question. She could see it all over her.

"I believe I always will."

Rebecca's heart ached, not of the woman she talks of, but of the love they had in its entirety. She never thought it real, that such a love actually exists. Seeing it on Sara, she wants it. She wants to have someone say those words to her. She wants someone to talk about her that way and mean every bit of it. She wants someone she could love and that would love her like that. And sitting there in the middle of the dimly lit apartment, being so close to her, and feeling all the love she has in her, she wants that someone to be Sara.

"Who are you with right now?"

Sara smiled, knowing where it was going.

"If I say it's just you, you wouldn't believe me and I'd be lying then. But I am with you as well as her."

"Tell me about her."

"Some other time."

"Of course. You have to rest. I'm sorry."

"It's okay as long as you're staying."

Rebecca held her hand and squeezed it tight for reassurance.

"I'm not going anywhere."