They paid cash for the hotel room and Sherry set to work on her hair right away. Jake had gone through both of their back packs to make sure all their weapons were serviceable. He knew that they were but it kept him from thinking about Sherry in the bathroom. Naked.

She emerged with her hair and eye brows dyed a dark brown, that being wet almost looked black. Jake whistled at her. "They teach you that at agent school?" He asked. Her blue eyes seemed to blaze out of her face under that cover of dark hair.

"You'd be surprised," Sherry replied. "If we'd had more time, I would have gotten color contacts for us too."

He just stared at her. "Looks good on you." He added finally before turning away from her. This was not his comfort zone. He needed to be fighting something which was a hundred times easier than spending time alone with a woman he had feelings for.

Sherry was uncomfortable, but finally she picked up the other box that was also a dark brown. Jake hadn't been picky. Simply offering a "whatever," when she'd asked him what he wanted.

"Your turn."

"My hair is short."

"And a bright reddish color.... you do sort of stick out in a crowd."

"Really?" He turned around and stared at her with a lifted eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well just your hair...and...you're 6'3", just sit down here," she finished lamely.

He sighed, "Whatever super girl." He perched himself on a chair with all the grace of someone who spent their life on the move, and said nothing while she worked on his short hair.

"Ok, look up at me...." She instructed, which was a mistake because the look he shot her was so piercing she almost backed off of dying his eyebrows.

His blue eyes bored into her. "Well?" He said.

"Sorry," she said. "Just close your eyes. I don't want to get anything into them."

He sighed and did as she instructed. She colored the eyebrows in quickly and looked down at her watch.

"Ok give that ten minutes." She then backed off when he stared up at her again.

"I checked your stuff," he said motioning to her bag. "It's all good."

"Thanks," she said.

They were both silent for a few minutes while Sherry cleaned up the mess from the dye boxes and threw it into the trash.

"You think they'll send me to make up school like they did you?" He joked, breaking the silence.

"I don't think they will send you to any school at all," said Sherry. "You don't exactly need weapons training, or tactical fighting...or" The alarm on her watch rang. "Go rinse that off."

He rose and did as she said without another word,

She turned to if anything else needed to be cleaned up and then jumped when she heard him curse in the bathroom. "What is it?" She yelled through the door.

"Nothing, just taking a cold shower," he snapped back.

"Oh...." Said Sherry backing off. There were two full sized beds in the room. She put her glock on her night stand and hurriedly changed into her pajamas. She climbed into the bed on the right and waited.

Jake emerged shirtless in his pajama pants.

"Let me see," she said, trying to be all business again. She climbed out of bed and reached up and grabbed his chin and studied his eye brows making sure she hadn't missed a single hair. The hairs on his head looked so dark, almost black and his eyebrows were so dark now, if he wasn't menacing before he certainly looked the part now. The only thing they were going to have a hard time covering now was his scar on the left side of his face. "I'm not sure how we'll hide your scar," she said, "it's pretty unmistakable, I can try to cover it in the morning. I brought make up."

"To hell with that." Now Jake was truly horrified. "That's ok, I'm good."

"This is serious," Sherry said. She still had a hold of his chin and was staring at his face. "Probably one of the most recognizable things about you." She paused then, realizing that they were standing in the room just staring at one another and that he was breathing hard. She dropped her hand and backed off. "I'll fix it tomorrow." She couldn't maintain contact with his gaze. Why is he always so intense?

She climbed into her bed without looking at him, checked her glock again. Jake looked like he wanted to say something and thought better of it.

"Whatever super girl," he said instead. God I should probably take another cold shower.

He climbed into his own bed and slid under the covers facing her bed. She faced him as well and then clicked off the light plunging the room into darkness.