"Can you please get out of the bathroom. Like now!" I pound my fist against the door. Fricken Heath's been in there for over an hour.

"I'm -Ow." He groans as my fist comes in contact with his chest instead of the door. I smile proudly.

"You deserved it. Now move." I walk in past him, and push him out.

"Someone has a small bladder." Heath mumbles on the other side of the door.

"You were in here for over an hour!" I protest. Last night, after our conversation, we went to bed. And by we yes I mean we. Heath and I slept together in the same bed. We both figured that if we want our full sleep we might as well. I don't remember waking up, so I'm guessing it worked.

I come out of the bathroom in ten minutes. I walk out to the living room, where Heath was waiting for me. "It's snowing, so keep your hood up. I still think it's a bad idea letting you come with me."

"You didn't have a choice, and you're not getting one either. Just shut up, and go. I'm letting you drive."

"You are?" He questions.

"I am."

"You or the car?" Heath devilishly grins. My response comes out as simple as a eye roll. I ignore him, and walk over to the garage door. Heath follows behind after grabbing our backpack. I enter the car, and sit down on the passengers seat.

Once Heath's sat, he pulls out a piece of paper. "Okay, so we're going to visit a couple of the places he's visiting. Which includes Global Banking Investors, Science world, and The Pacific hotel where he's staying." He reads off.

"Okay, but what's your plan once you get there? And how'd you get all this information?"

"The plan is for you to stay outside, and I'll go in doing all the talking. The car's bashed up, and I don't want any questions, so we're going to park it in one place. We'll walk around everywhere else because with what I know, all these places are pretty close together. I've followed this guy for over years. I know his usuals."

"Okay." I agree. Heath starts the engine, and drives off.

We were in down town Vancouver in under an hour. Heath parks at one of the market's parking. "We'll eat first." Heath says.

"Okay, we're having Tims then." I smile getting out of the car. I make sure my hood's covering my face as I walk across the street to Tim Hortons.

"Wait up." Heath demands. It took him longer, because he had to grab our bag. I walk into Tims, and Heath finally catches up. "Don't do that. We have to stay together. Wait. I also forgot to ask, do you have your gun on you?" He whispers silently beside me. I nod. The taunting piece of metal was tucked in, in its usual place.

"Pass me some cash." He takes out an American twenty dollar bill. I walk up to the cashier. "Can I have a medium English Toffee, and an everything bagel with herb and garlic." She types everything in.

"I'll have a large French Vanilla with a turkey sandwich." Heath orders from behind me.

"Anything else I could get for you?" The chirpy red headed employee asks.

"No." I say in a monotone.

"Okay. Uh... that'll be ten fifteen." She says. I hand her the twenty dollar bill.

"Go sit down, I'll grab the food." Heath whispers in my ear. I nod, and head to an empty seat after taking the change from the employee.

The lobby was full of old people. The way the other employees were eyeing us made me a little fidgety. We did look very suspicious wearing our hoods inside, but we can't afford them seeing our faces either.

Heath sits down across from me. "Stop fidgeting you're making us look suspicious." Heath advices. I grab my food off the tray, and try to take his advice. I start munching and sipping. The coffee was just the right temperature which made my lips form into a smile. "Done?" Heath asks after fifteen minutes.

"Yup. Wait! Wait for it..." I say feeling air forming up, and it escapes coming out as a burp. "Hehe." I grin.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're even a girl."

"I have the parts to prove it." I wink. Heath nods in disappointment. He dumps the garbage away, and we walk out into the cold.

"Okay." Heath pulls out a map. "So we are..." Heath looks around. "You know what? Hold this." He takes our bag off his back, and shoves it in my arms.

"Okay, then." I put the straps around my shoulder. "And just tell me where you want to go first. I know exactly where everything is except for that global place."

"Well that's where we have to go first." He states. I roll my eyes as I wait for him to figure out the directions.

I start tapping my foot impatiently. "Can you please hurry up? It's freezing."

"Only if you stop annoying me." He says not taking his eyes off the map. "Okay. It should be about two streets away." He finally speaks.

"Finally." I groan following Heath. After walking across two streets, one illegal j-walk, and taking a left around a street corner we find ourselves standing in front of a massive building. "Uh... how do you plan on going in without getting caught?" I ask.

"I don't know." Professionally dressed people were constantly coming out and going into the building. I squint my eyes spotting that there's a guy sitting at the reception. I grin.

"You know what? Let me take this one." I start walking, but Heath's grip around my arm stops me.

"Are you crazy?! You're going to get us caught."

"No I won't." I take his grip off my arm. I pull the bag's straps off my shoulder, and rest the bag on the ground. "Keep an eye on the bag 'till I'm back." He clenches his jaw, but doesn't stop me from turning around and walking in.

I let out a huge breath before I enter the building. I keep my hood on. I walk up to the reception where a guy who looks around his mid twenties was sitting. I clear my throat. "My dad just came in for a meeting can you please let me know what room his meeting is in?" I try to ask in a rich brats voice.

"Uh what's your dad's name?" He asks suspiciously trying to get a glimpse under my hood. I tilt my head down more.

"Uh-"

"Mr. Johnson requested some green tea for his meeting." Another girl comes in sounding annoyed.

That's probably the guy. Why does Johnson sound so familiar?... " That's him." I say. "That's my dad." The guy looks at me questionably. "How about I take the tea up for him?"

"Uh- I don't know. It's a private meeting."

"Please. I'm his daughter." I beg.

"Let me just check with him." Before I could protest he dials a number on the phone.

"Fuck." I mumble under my breath.

"Hello sir. Sorry to disturb you, but your daughter is here requesting to meet with you." The guy says. Please have a daughter, please have daughter! "Yes sir. Will do. Sorry, for disturbing you once again." The guy looks up at me. "He has requested you to go to his hotel, and told me to tell you that he'll meet you later this evening." I clench my jaw, and force a smile.

"Thanks." I say turning around, and walking out.

"What happened." Heath asks curiously.

"Nothing. I told the guy I was his daughter, but Mr. Bad also known as Mr. Johnson refused to see his own daughter." Heath nods averting his gaze to the ground. "Why does Johnson sound so familiar?"

"I don't know." He shrugs. My eyes drop down to the ground trying to figure out if he was looking at something particular.

"Why is the bag's pocket open?!" My voice comes out loud in worry.

"I don't know. You probably left it like that?" Heath replies vaguely. I pick up our bag, and go through our stuff. My eye's widen when I notice that everything except our money was in here.

"Heath there's no money." I start to rampage through our things. Heath takes the bag from me.

"I-I swear it was in here." Heath stutters nervously.

"Well, is it invisible? Because I can't see it!" I argue. "Heath how could you? All our money. It's gone! How are we going to survive?" I ask. "You have your card, right?"

"Uh... No. I threw it away after I saw the news." He thinks," I left some money at home. We should go back, and grab it." I nod as we make our way back to the car.

Heath drives unreasonably fast. We were about pull up to the ranch when we see police cars parked up front. Heath drives past the house. "Stop Heath." I order once we've turned a few streets.

"What the fuck are they doing there?!" He hisses.

"I don't know." I state. There were five cars in total. "I think someone snitched." I reply. Heath starts driving again.

"Liam wouldn't do that."

"I'm not saying that he would. I'm talking about Johnson, what if they're following us?" There is a high possibility.

"They would've killed us by now."

"What if they don't want to kill us?" I question.

"I don't know, Riley. And I think we have bigger things to worry about. We don't have any money, food, or a house to stay in any more." Heath reminds me.

"I have a couple of dollars from breakfast." I try to lighten his mood.

"That's not enough." He protests. "We need money, and that too quick." He looks at me after stopping at a red light.

"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" I ask already knowing the answer.

"One last fight?" He steps on the gas.

"Fine." I groan. "Only because we need the money. Take a left from the lights." I direct him towards the ring. It takes us about fifteen minutes to reach the ring.

"Calm down. You fought just a couple of months ago." Heath tries to cheer me up as we get out of the car.

"After some wild food reductions, and energy sucking strength conditioning." I explain.

"Oh you'll do fine."

"Easy for you to say, you kept fighting after you lost to me."

"How do you know?"

"I know things." I shrug as I walk into the familiar building. The loud cheering calmed me in ways people would find weird. "You can take off your hoodie now." I inform Heath as I take mine off. No one can call the police. There is no reception here, for any network, and all this is illegal. Unless they want to go to jail too, I don't think that we'll be having any trouble. "Hey Chubby Kubby!" I greet an old friend sitting behind the main counter.

"Ivy?!" He lifts his head, and shock covered his whole face.

"That's what they call me." I smirk. Noel gets up from behind the counter, jumps over, and wraps me around in a bone crushing hug. "O- okay ch-cha- chubby."

"Oh, sorry." He scratches his forehead as he backs away. "So what have you gotten yourself into, huh? You're all over the news."

"Life happened." I reply.

"Life does happened. What could I do for you? I know you aren't here just to say high." Chubby runs the building, and knows a lot about me. He was a lot of help in my past.

"Can you sign us up as a duo in the next round?" I ask. I nod back at Heath. Noel raises an eyebrow. Stupid me. "This is Heath by the way, he's from the streets of Los Angeles."

Heath stands beside me and lends out a hand. They stare into each other's eyes as they firmly shake hands. "And make it a solo." Heath adds.

I turn my head to face him. "What? No. Duo."

"Solo."

"Duo."

"You're hurt."

"I'll be fine."

"Solo."

"Duo."

"Solo."

"Duo!"

"Hey, guys? How about rock paper scissors?"

"Fine. If I win it's a duo, if you win it's a solo."

"Okay." Eagerly we both put our hands up in fists. "Rock, paper, scissors!" I say. I stop with a closed fist representing a rock when Heath stops his hand forming a paper.

"Huh! I win. Solo." He says.

"Okay." I shrug. I face Noel. "Solo." I repeat hinting him to write down my name instead of Heath's. His eyebrows knit in confusion, before understanding what I was hinting towards. He nods in agreement.

"You'll... be up in an hour against Colin Mickens." Noel lets us know.

"Okay, do you have the key to my old locker?" I ask hoping the answer is yes.

"Yeah." He reaches down at the counter, and pulls out a key. "Locker seven."

"Thanks Chubby Kubby!" I sequel. I make my way through the familiar hallways. Since there are very limited girl fighters, there is only one change room for both genders. I walk into the empty, yet smelly room. It always smells like this, and it made me feel happy in a crooked way.

I walk over to the wall where all the lockers were, and open locker number seven. After Jack died, I tried to continue fighting, but it wasn't working out over many unsaid reasons.

Before I quit, I made sure to tell Noel never to give this locker to anyone besides me. I left Jacks and I's signature fighting clothes in here. They consisted of my black sports bra, with a gold J on the left side where my heart would be, black sport shorts for me, and black boxing shorts for Jack with an R written in gold on the corner of the right leg.

I take Jack's shorts of the hook. I turn around to face Heath. My heart was pounding against my chest as I handed them to him, because no one, and I mean no one, has ever worn our fighting clothes besides us two.

So many memories were trying to urge their way back into my mind. It felt like I was having a fight against myself. "Riley?" I feel Heath's soft hand on my shoulder.

"Huh?" I breathe out. I look into his concerned eyes.

"Are you okay? You don't have to watch, if you don't want to." He sweetly offers.

"No. It's okay, I just have a lot of memories connected with this place."

"I get it. Just let me know if you're going to leave."

"Okay." I reply. Now, how do I change? "Hey, I'm just going to try on my clothes too. Just..." I get distracted by his mind blowing abs," to... get the feeling. Ya know?" I turn my head to the side to avoid looking at him at all.

"Uh... sure." He replies.

"Okay." I chirp. I walk over to the opposite side of the change room. I take off my shirt facing the wall. My shoulder wasn't giving me as much as a hard time as it was before, so I easily bring my arms back. I unclip my bra while looking over my shoulder. Once it's unclipped, I look up to meet Heath's eyes. "Can you stop staring?" I ask while I face the wall. I take my bra off, and slipping on the sports bra.

"Uhh... you're practically stripping in front of me. What do you think?" He asks. Intake the extra elastic that's always around my wrist, and use it to tie up hair in a pony tail.

"I think that you need to learn how to keep your eyes to yourself." I pull the gun out of my waistband, and lay it on the bench. I unbutton my jeans. I strip out of them, and slip into my shorts in a matter of seconds. Heath's gaze started to make me blush uncontrollably.

"You know you could've waited till I changed, and left." Heath acknowledges the fact.

"Oh I know." I say as I gather up my former clothes. Time to have a little fun... "But that would be no fun." I put everything in the locker. I close the locker, and lean my back against it.

I take a couple of steps forward until I'm only a few inches away from him. "If I changed while you were outside then I wouldn't be able to see the, oh so longing, lust in your eyes for me. I couldn't see the way I make you so nervous that you wore your shorts backwards." I say as I notice. Heath glances down. His cheeks turn the slightest tint of red. "You want me." I breathe out against his ear.

I back away to his ghostly expression. "You are going to be the death of me." He breathes as takes off his shorts, and wears them rightfully.

"And, I'll be the first to celebrate." I smirk.

"That's a long way away, Princess."

"Not if I keep up what I'm doing." I wink.

"And what if I start what I can do? Then who'll die first?"

"I don't know."

"I guess we'll have to find out one night." He smirks. Did he?... He did. What do I say?...

"Uh.. we should watch some of the fights before I-you. You go on." Nice one, Riley... I'm a fucking idiot. I could see the hurt in Heath's eyes, but he nods in agreement anyway. I walk towards the exit.

"Wait, you're not going to change back?" Heath interrogates.

"Nah, it's always hot in there, and I just wanna get the full feeling." I exaggerate. I look down not meeting his gaze. My eyes land on my Smile bracelet, and the black diamond ring from New Years. I take off the ring, and the bracelet. "Here." I hold out the stunning ring.

"What am I suppose to do with it?" Heath asks offended.

"Ahh I don't know, but I can tell that it was really expensive. I can't take it from you."

"Well it's not going to fit me, even if I wanted it. Just keep it, it won't hurt you."

"Fine." I groan. "You're very annoying."

"I've heard." I walk back to my locker, and safely tuck in the two pieces of jewellery.

"Take mine too." Heath says handing me his matching black diamond ring. I sneak it in beside mine.

"Okay. Let's go." I walk out before he could question me any further. I walk past the main corridor before entering the crowded arena. It was exactly the same as I left it when I was nineteen. The lights shone brighter than ever, and the crowd was more pumped than I've seen ever before. This was my home, once. I couldn't be more happy to be back for one last time.

I didn't want Heath to fight alone, but he was being stubborn. If he wasn't okay with a duo than he doesn't get to fight alone in my arena. I do. His head is already messed up from the accident, and I can't afford to let him get hurt even more. I take Heath's hand in mine, and pull him closer to the ring through the crowd. There was a solo going on between Kevin Knight and Jarred Pole.

I remember them both from earlier fights of mine. Both of them are strong fighters, but lack in planning. They're moves aren't worth anything if they don't know when to use them. Kevin was on top of Jarred right now, for the only reason being, Kevin was physically stronger.

The referee Natalie blows the whistle. I also remember her from before. Kevin backs up leaving Jarred gruesomely fractured. After Jarred takes a stance, Natalie announces Kevin as the winner; not forgetting to mention his next fight against Louis Champ. "Our next fight is a duo. Harjas and Devon versus Heath and our very own long lost number one fighter Ivy Knight!" Duo? Damn. I love Chubby!

The whole stadium burst out in the chant of Ivy's name. I start making my way to the ring. "Duo?" Heath questions in my ear.

"Chubby Kubby is my friend, soo yeah." I smile. I walk in through the metal detector. Jack had a case with a knife once, so Chubby got this installed for security. I make my way to the middle of the ring where our opponents were already waiting.

"They're very high tech here." Heath comments. I nod. Both the opponents were bigger than me, but the same size as Heath.

"Welcome back, Ivy." Natalie greets me. I smile back in response. She speaks into the mic. "Okay, everyone knows the rules. Make your bets, and choose wisely. It is former number one champion against current number one champion." I grin. This is going to be fun. I hope... "Who's going up first?" Natalie asks all four of us.

"Me." I think Harjas answers. He wasn't built. He had some abs, that weren't too defined. His arms were thick and muscular, but I still don't think they'd be strong enough to take Heath down.

"Heath." I reply. I could feel Heath grinning behind me.