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Sparky can feel heat on the back of his neck as Faith puts her arms up on his shoulders. He had no idea where these feelings were coming from. But ever since Faith had arrived, they'd been there, and had done nothing but grow as she'd taken care of him while he was sick. Those feelings confused him - he hardly knew this woman. Yet he couldn't deny this unexplainable attraction that had formed so quickly. And it was different. It was different than with any other woman he'd had a relationship with. And that's what made it just a little bit frightening. Yet even so, fright didn't seem to have any bearing on his actions. An angel had been in his dreams, but she was here, standing right in front of him.

Softness replaces the humor in Sparky's eyes and his hand maneuvers to her face, his fingers touching her cheek lightly. "I wouldn't mind being your sidekick," he answers quietly. "What's the fun in getting into danger alone?"

His hand traces up the side of her face, moving to her forehead where he brushes aside strands of hair that were being pushed in the wrong direction by the hat. His gaze search hers as his pulse quickens a little, his face nearing her own enough that he can feel her breath on his skin.

"You're beautiful," he whispers.

"Sparky, that you? You should still be in bed!"

Sparky's shoulders drop and his eyes close for a moment as he straightens again. Backing out from under Faith's arms, he turns around to Jim. "And doing what? Sleeping some more? No thank you."

Jim was at enough of a distance to not have seen anything, and Sparky pivots back around to Faith, apology in his eyes. Retrieving his hat, he clears his throat and uses his fingers to comb back some of her hair that had been displaced. "We better feed these hungry brutes before they start tearing their stalls apart."

He holds out his hand, unable to help but wonder if he'd overstepped some boundaries, and hoping he hadn't. "Still want to help?"


Scott stops at the door, his phone going off in his pocket. Hearing Hope's ringtone, he holds up a hand to Dalton. They both knew that Reese had taken Hope to see Gunner even though it had been kept quiet.

Answering the call, Scott hears Hope's request and looks up at Dalton again, his eyebrows raised. "Uh... yeah... yeah, we can do that." He shrugs lamely. "Sure. We're on our way."

Ending the call, he backs up to grab his badge and wallet. "We're going out today my friend," he announces. "It's a pizza day... on me and my girl, who seemed most intent on talking to us both. Maybe she wants to know how to fix her laptop."

He smirks a little and heads into the hall. He knew Dalton would know well enough not to make a big deal in front of anybody.

It doesn't take long for them both to make it to Mom and Pop's. Scott tries his best not to look as tired as he felt, and follows Dalton inside, scanning the booths. Finding Hope, he grins and saunters over, sliding in next to her. "Hello, stranger. Have a craving for Italian today did we?"