She wanted him to put his past behind him. He wasn't sure he could guarantee that, but was willing to try. Regardless, now it was just about them. Here and now. No August, and no worries about the future. She told him, 'I need it,' and this was enough for him. He needed this as well, this feeling between them, this excitement. He wanted to kiss her, to rip her clothes off, to ravage and caress her.<br/><br/>Except they suddenly heard some drunkards down below; their arguments echoing through the stairwell. Nadia told him they should go, and as much as he didn't want to leave, he agreed. He led her to the stairwell when suddenly the drunks screamed, "Cops!" and they ran away. Red and blue flashed outside, and footsteps could be heard scuffling around. The crackle of the dispatch radio echoed through the warehouse.<br/><br/>"Shit," David cursed as gently as he could. "Quick, let's hide-" He looked around. There were a series of small rooms in the distance, which might have been offices in a past life. He ran towards them with quiet footsteps, pulling Nadia behind him, not giving her a chance to hesitate. They entered into a small office and he positioned her into a corner out of sight of the door. He pulled up close to her-<br/><br/>He waited, trying to keep quiet, feeling his body pulse with adrenalin. He tried to quiet his breath, but it was difficult with the current circumstances, and with Nadia being so close to him. He heard the officers climbing the steps, kicking old paint cans around. The dispatch echoed again. Suddenly a flashlight passed through the open doorway, missing David and Nadia. He held his breath, praying they would pass.