2008-03-11: Someone To Watch My Back


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Summary: Gabriel has plans to take a trip, and he's going to need help.

Date It Happened: March 11th, 2008

Someone To Watch My Back

Peter Petrelli's Apartment, NYC

Takes place immediately after Please Leave a Message

Once Niki is on the elevator and gone, Gabriel turns away, heading into the apartment. There's a couple boxes lying open on the kitchen table, which have been packed full of watch related tools and materials, plus a few changes of clothes. "How's your leg?" he says, moving to the coffee table to collect the watch pieces he spilled on the floor. Scooping them up into his hand, he moves to the table, dropping them all in a pile as he begins to sort them out piece by piece.

The door nudged closed behind her, Elle slides the lock into place, dropping her keys back into her bag. "It's getting better," she replies, her tension slipping away now that she's decided Niki isn't going to come bursting through the door unexpectedly. "Killing me right now, though. I've been on my feet way too long." She drops the bag on the counter, turning to lean back against it and watch him sort through the pieces. "That, uh." She gestures to the door. "That was weird, huh?"

"Well, she wasn't anyone I ever expected to drop by, but.. I guess you could say I'm not surprised? She seemed to know Peter." Gabriel looks at the various pieces in front of him, and with a frown, he decides to sweep them all up and toss them into one of the boxes on the table. He can sort through them later. He'll have plenty of time to do so soon. "I haven't seen that woman since that night at Kirby Plaza."

"I have." Elle trails her hand back through her hair, pulling it away from her face. "At Primatech. I think she was there for a while." Stepping away with a faint sigh, she moves into the living room to search for the things she left behind. "I don't know what her game is, though," she calls from the other room. "I've never heard Peter talk about her. I didn't even know they knew each other." A moment later, she adds: "Starting to think Peter knows everyone."

Elle's last remark earns an amused snort from Gabriel, who turns to face her, leaning against the edge of the table. "I wouldn't be surprised at all," he says, crossing his arms over his chest, "as much as he gets around this city." He pauses to watch her for a few moments as she looks for whatever it is she's looking for before speaking again. "There's some tea in the kitchen if you want any. You want any help looking for your things?"

Getting down on her knees beside the coffee table, Elle calls back, "No, I think I'm good. Just trying to find a book." Which she does find, right beneath the coffee table! Awkwardly, she pushes up to her feet once more, the novel in her hands. "She was kind of freaking out. I don't remember what her ability is, but I really didn't want to find out." Dusting the novel off on the leg of her pants, she moves back to the kitchen. "I haven't even heard from Peter in days, but you don't see me showing up demanding to see him."

"Can't blame her, really," Gabriel responds, watching as Elle collects her book from underneath the coffee table. "The last time she saw me I was known as a mass murderer, acquiring people's abilities from people like her. Might raise a little bit of suspcion if you go to a friend's apartment to find me." He pulls a chair out at the table, taking a seat in it and turning his head to gaze out the window. "I haven't heard from Peter either. I hope he's okay. I know it's not like him to constantly check in, but with the trouble he's known to get himself into…"

"He's fine," Elle replies dismissively, waving a hand, the other reaching to take a mug from the cupboard. "It's Peter. He probably has five different people who need him to pull them out of trouble, is all." As she sets about preparing her own tea, she continues, "If he got himself into trouble, he'll get himself out again. You know that. He has friends everywhere. Knowing everyone can be a good thing." She casts a glance back over her shoulder, looking to him now. "How's it going with the watch shop?"

"You have a point," Gabriel says in response, but the hint of tension in his face shows that he isn't quite sure whether he should put so much faith in Elle's words. It's not that he doesn't trust her, there's just a whole lot of different ways for people like them to get into trouble. "The watch shop… is on hold," Gabriel says, turning his eyes back towards Elle. "It's nearly finished, but I'm saving the last until I get back."

The spoon falls into the mug with a sharp clang as Elle is taken by surprise by his words, though she does her best to recover smoothly, clearing her throat in a way that isn't quite as subtle as she'd like. Turning away from the counter, tea in hand, she takes a seat at the table across from Gabriel. "Get back?" she asks finally, trying to sound casual. It's only marginally successful. "Where are you going?"

The ex-killer cants his head slightly at Elle, a little bit perplexed at her reaction. "What's wrong?" he says, watching her as she sits at the table. "You're acting like I said I was going to kill someone again." Which, given who he is, what's he done, and what he's done to her alone.. he supposes he can't really blame her. "I'm going to Baltimore. I need… I need to see my father."

Raising the mug to her lips, Elle takes a slow sip as she considers his words, dropping her eyes to the table. "Alone?" she asks after a time, lifting her gaze to his once more, the mug held in both hands. Despite her subsequent silence, she doesn't seem as though she's finished, lowering the mug to the table. "What are you going to do when you find him?"

Watching Elle for a few moments before turning his head to gaze out of the window, Gabriel doesn't immediately respond to her questions. He stands from the table, moving into the kitchen to prepare himself another mug of tea, speaking as he watches the water slowly turn a dark brown colour, dipping the tea bag in and out of the mug. "I'm not sure. Get some answers, hopefully. Who I am, who I'm.. supposed to be. How he expected me to grow up and become a man without a father after he abandoned me." The knuckles gripping the tea mug are white, his hand shaking slightly. If Elle is any good at reading body language, he's clear that he's more than a little upset at the man who called himself his father. He sips at the tea slowly, moving back towards the table, leaning against the wall near Elle. "I can go alone, but… I wanted you to come with me. I could use someone to watch my back, someone to help in case things go wrong. A friend."

And someone to make sure he doesn't get out of control, Elle thinks, though she doesn't say it aloud. She's certainly not interested in setting him off tonight. She also thinks she grew up without a mother— but then, she's really not much of a woman, is she? Not in the traditional 'this is what a woman's place is' sort of way. And even if she thought it might be a valid argument to make, she isn't new to body language; she keeps her mouth shut, in the end, because she recognizes just how upset Gabriel is. Instead, she trails a finger along the edge of her mug and asks, "Any idea how long you're planning to be gone for?" Though she hasn't said as much yet, her tone sounds almost as if she's already decided to accompany him on this little adventure.

"No, but I don't think I'll be gone more than a couple days at most," Gabriel responds, returning to his seat at the table, his gaze on Elle. "I'll be going this weekend. I don't think there's anything he can tell me that will make me stay any longer than that. But… I don't know." He shrugs, giving her a weak smile. "I honestly don't know what's going to happen, but if you went, you wouldn't have to stay any longer than you wanted to."

"I'll hold you to that," Elle replies, a faint smirk gracing her face even as they speak of something so ill-advised. "I'll go with you. I can't guarantee you're going to find what you're looking for, but you knew that." She pauses once more to take another sip of her tea, this one longer. Something still isn't sitting right with her, as she considers this plan to go track down the father of one Gabriel Gray. "So when do we leave?"

"Are you sure?" Gabriel says, eyebrows raising slightly as he gazes at Elle. He takes a sip of tea, watching her over the rim of the mug, before setting it down on the table with a dull thunk. "If you're sure… I'll be leaving in a couple of days. Friday. I'm not hoping for anything. If anything, he won't have any answers for me and tell me to get out. I'm not going to get my hopes up and set myself up for disappointment."

As she finishes what's left of her tea, Elle ducks her head in a swift nod, swallowing quickly. "I'm sure," she accedes, gently lowering the empty mug to the table. "You shouldn't go alone, and who the hell else is going to go with you? Peter?" Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she smirks, this time more openly than before. "I can get us out of the speeding tickets we'll probably get when we try to make it there in record time."

Giving the woman across from him a small nod, Gabriel turns his head to look out the window again. "Thank you," he says, watching something up in the sky, eyes following whatever it is. At the mention of speeding tickets, he turns his gaze back to her, a smirk of his own crossing his lips. "How's that? Going to smooth over the police with your good looks?"

The question warrants a quick little snicker from the blonde, who shakes her head. Curling one hand around the empty mug, Elle rises from her seat now, the chair sliding back across the floor with a scraping sound. With her awkward movements, she circles around the table, carrying the mug to the sink to rinse it out. Glancing sideways to Gabriel, she smiles impishly at his question. "Something like that, yeah."

Rising from his own seat, Gabriel follows Elle into the kitchen, depositing his half-empty mug into the kitchen sink. "Shouldn't be too hard, then," he says, giving her another smirk as he moves back to the table, closing one of the boxes. "I'll let you know when I'm leaving for certain as soon as I do. Until then, I'm going to finish gathering the rest of my things and getting it all packed up." He glances back at her over his shoulder, the smirk replaced with a small smile. "Thanks for being there. I didn't want to go alone." As soon as he says it, though, he's returned to closing the other box, eyes darting around the apartment for anything small he may have missed.

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