Red had heard Liz upstairs looking for him, calling his name, but he couldn't get himself to face her. He'd told her something that he'd never intended on saying. Now, he had to worry about her rejecting him. That wasn't something that he was ready for.

Of course, he couldn't stay here forever. It was doubtful that he would make it another hour. It was dark, and he could hear things moving around him. A few minutes ago, he'd had to stand up because he kept feeling things crawling over his hands and legs. Now, he was standing with his back in the corner.

That didn't last long because what felt like a spider went down the back of his shirt. He yelped, swatting his back and hurrying towards where he thought was open space. Instead, he smacked his head on the back of the staircase and stumbled backwards. His head ached as he grabbed the stairs and maneuvered his way around.

"Red?" Liz asked after he staggered up the stairs.

"... Hi, Lizzie," he said, looking like a deer in headlights. He shifted away slightly, eyes roaming for an escape.

"Can we talk?" She questioned. He gave her a small smile, but she could tell that he wasn't going to. She wasn't exactly expecting him to bolt to the nearest open door which happened to be the bathroom.

"Sorry, Lizzie," he called back after the door had been shut and locked.

"Seriously? You're literally running from me, now?" She yelled. "... Since when do you even run?"

"I'm making an exception," he called back. Liz groaned and stocked off. How could a man his age be such a baby?

A few hours later, Red woke up to a pounding on the bathroom door. When had he fallen asleep? A better question was how had he seen it wise to lay in the bathtub.

"Open up! I have to pee!" She yelled, obviously in distress. Red groaned and tried to sit up. Every fiber of his being hurt. There was no way that he'd be able to get up on his own in enough time that wouldn't piss Liz off. "Hurry up, jack ass!"

"I can't get up!" He snapped back, pushing himself up into a standing position. Well, a crouched position. Before he could move any farther, Liz picked the lock and came in.

"Why did you sleep in the tub?" Liz asked in exasperation. She desperately needed to pee but had to get Red out of the room first.

"I didn't exactly plan on it," he responded, Liz's hand wrapped around his arm. She got him out, but he was still hunched over.

"Why did you lay in there?"

"I got tired of sitting on the toilet," he answered. She rolled her eyes as she sat him down on the sofa. Before he could say anything else, she went back into the bathroom. She was back quickly, but he'd been left in misery the whole time.

"You know you have a splinter in your forehead?" Liz asked, looking down at the hunched over man.

"That's the least of my problems right now. Can you get this crick out of my back?" He asked, almost begging.

"I can try," she stated. He groaned when she put her hands on his back. Her thumbs rubbed against the most sensitive spot making him give a small moan. "So, while we're here-."

"Ah, crap," he muttered. This wasn't gonna end well.

"About yesterday," she started. "We need to talk about that."

"You picked a marvelous place, Lizzie," Red replied. "You know another marvelous place? The louve. They've got a wonderful art display."

"Isn't that where they have the Mona lisa?" Liz asked. He might change the subject, but she wasn't about to let him get away with this. "I heard that it was a portrait of the woman Devinci loved."

"I heard that it was a figment of his imagination. It's doubtful that she existed," Red countered. Liz glared at the back of his head. She worked her fingers deeper making him gasp and moan. "Oh, Lizzie. That's the spot," he groaned, melting in her hands.

"God, Red. You sound like you're five seconds from telling me to take you."

"If it felt this good, I would," He replied, moaning again.

"Can you just tell me what I want to know?" Liz snapped. "Yesterday, yo-"

"Kicked your ass at pool. It's alright, Lizzie. If it makes you feel better, you can say that I cheated."

"That's not what I'm talking about," she growled.

"Alright, so you beat me. I was just trying to save my dignity."

"Red, You told me that you love m-,"

"Pool! I said that I love pool. It's a very fun game!" He panicked. She wasn't giving up!

"That is NOT what you said! Stop stalling!" She snapped. He winced at her tone and mourned the lose of her hands on his back. He yelped when she pushed him onto his back. He especially didn't expect her to jump on top of him to hold him down. His back still ached, but he was more distracted by the woman on top of him.

"Lizzie, what are you doing?" He asked.

"Shut up," She snapped back. He opened his mouth to speak but just had a hand clamped over it. "Now, you said that you were in love with me," liz stated. She could practically feel his face heating up from that. "I just need to know if you meant that," she added.

Red blinked up at her for a minute. She watched him as if expecting him to answer. He looked down at her hand as if to gesture towards it. She picked her hand off of his mouth which didn't make him speak any sooner.

"Red?" She pushed. He chewed his lower lip before sighing.

"I have a question for you."

"What?"

"Why do you doubt that I meant it?" He asked. She gave him an exasperated look.

"You hid in the bathroom! What am I supposed to think when you run from me?"

"You ran from me!" Red countered and shifted his weight slightly.

"When?"

"At the theater," Red stated. "I was about to kiss you, and you ran from me."

"Red, I only ran because I had to pee," she said. He gave her a strange look.

"Me going to kiss you made you need to piss?" He asked. She rolled her eyes at him.

"I didn't know that you were going to kiss me."

"Oh," he said and blushed. "Then, I guess that I haven't exactly been acting the best about this, have I?" He asked, his hands rested on the small of her back as she shifted a little.

"You've been acting like a five year old," Liz stated and reached for his forehead. "You even have splinters like five year olds," she added and pulled it out. Red looked too deep in thought to notice.

"So, what would you have done if you'd known that I was about to kiss you?" He asked. Liz bit her lower lip. He expected her to reject him. Instead, she pressed her lips to his. He made a noise in the back of his throat before kissing her back.

"Come on," she said, standing up, holding her hand out towards him.

"What?"

"We can take this a little farther," She said with a coy smile. Red blushed deeper before bolting up. Of course, it didn't take long for him to go back down with a yelp. Laying on the floor, he held a hand to his back.

"I don't think this is going to happen, Lizzie," Red stated regretfully. Liz, kneeling next to him, rubbed his back.

"That's okay. We'll wait until you feel better."

"You know... We could do it here and now. I'll just have to turn over on my back."

"I think we should wait."

"Damn."

That's all of this one. The next should be up soon. I can't make any promises about how soon because I'm gonna be busy all of next week.