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Unlike the other day, he had been given a little more freedom. They had switched him from the IVs to the pills, and no longer kept him strapped down on the bed, unable to move. He wondered if this was a good sign or not. It was hard to tell. But still, even getting up and moving about was a nice liberty to have back to himself. You never realize how much you enjoy doing something that simple until you're no longer able to do it.

His shirt had been replaced with a plain white t-shirt, and the doctors had given an injection of something that had healed up all the burn marks she had left on him. It was strange how they seemed determined to keep him in a healthy condition. It made him weary. Did they have some sort of plan for him? Why else would they be keeping such good care over a serial killer? It didn't make sense.

As he paced the tiny cell he was kept it his eyes occasionally flickered over to the glass. Would she come visit him again like she had implied? Not that it mattered.He was simply...curious, that's all. And if he was going to be stuck in this place, it was nice to have someone to talk to at times, even if it was her.

The only other people who came in were the doctors, and they were just doing their work. Nothing more, nothing less. Some company would be nice.

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Elle had taken an extra hour getting ready that morning--making sure that her hair was wavy and perfect and just so and that her outfit accentuated her form in ways that would drive any man a little crazy.

First, she visited Adam, just to try it out, but sometimes he could be such a bummer because he was ancient and nothing surprised him. He merely rose an eyebrow at her entrance, sighed in exasperation when she insisted on burning him to a crisp just the start off her morning on the right foot, and took his pills obediently when he came to.

And that was no fun. She dilly-dallied in Noah's office for a little while--he was out on assignment, apparently--and she snooped around his files to pass some time before visiting her new favorite toy. She didn't want to appear eager, now.

She was also a little nervous, for reasons she didn't care to think about, but still nagged the back of her mind relentlessly--like how she still cared whether he lived or died, and how it felt to be close to him again, and how he didn't hate her and he'd kissed her back.

Eventually she'd just given in and found herself at his cell--she knew he was on pills, of course, and they'd brought him new clothes, on her orders, but there was something equally jarring and exciting to see him free of those restraints.

She locked the door behind her and grinned. "Hey there."