I sighed, watching Kirstin slowly move towards me from the set. "Did you really have to do that?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

"I'm sorry!" She cried, holding up her hands. "Really."

Rolling my eyes at my friend, who now had mud covering her entire face, I pointed to the chair. "Sit."

She immediately did so, looking like a hit puppy as I grabbed the cleaning wipes, starting to clean the mud off of her.

"You're lucky I'm here," I muttered. Today filming was mostly taking place out in a forest outside of set, and Avi had asked me to come along, as the makeup and hair expert. Before Christmas, I would have said no, because that meant being close to Ralph. But he was gone, and wasn't coming back here. So I agreed, and I was more than happy to. It was nice to watch Scott and Kirstin work on set, in character. They were both very good actors, really.

"Yes, I am," Kirstin said, as I got the last of the mud off. "And I promise, it won't happen again."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "While I'm here, you mean."

"No, I-"

"Ah ah ah!" I interrupted, holding up a finger, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "I know you too well now, Kirstin. Don't even try lying to me now."

She sighed as I started on her makeup. "There she is!" Scott cried, laughing as he fell into the other chair, looking between Kirstin and I. "How mad are you, Little Red?"

I glanced at my boyfriend quickly, replying, "I would have been pissed if Kirstie had gotten it in her hair."

Scott just laughed as Kirstin replied, "Duly noted."

-/::\-

I pulled away from Scott as we got to his trailer. "Meet you at the tent?" I asked.

"Deal," He replied, kissing my cheek before moving into his trailer.

I moved down towards mine then, unable to wipe the smile from my face. It felt really good to be back, working. Here I could forget about Ralph, and focus on my career, focus on Scott and I.

Stepping into my trailer, I took off the dirty sweater I had been wearing. It had been clean this morning, but after the mud incident, and a few other makeup and hair catastrophes, it was now in need of a good wash. Throwing it on the bed, I stopped, seeing the mess my bed was in. The covers were disheveled, one of my pillows on the floor now.

"Huh, could have sworn I made it this morning," I muttered. Shaking my head, I grabbed a t-shirt and my coat, commenting, "Guess not. Oh well."

Stepping back out of my trailer, I smiled as I saw Nicole leaving hers. "Hey!" She called, moving towards me.
"Hey, you feeling better?" I asked, both of us moving towards the dinner tent.

-/::\-

I ran my eyes over one of the scripts I had received, excited for it all. The scripts were coming at odd intervals, but we were coping. And my team was more than happy to help while I worked with the scripts and directors.

It was busy, and different than the busy I knew as just a hairdresser. But I liked it, I really did. And that was all that mattered.

Hearing knocking on the door, I looked up, smiling as I saw Jesse Pattinson standing in the doorway of my trailer. He was playing a smallish role in the current episode that was filming- Cellin, an old flame of Dean's who finds a case. It was a great episode, from the script at least, and I was excited for it.

"Hi, Jesse," I said, setting aside the script. "What can I do for you?"

"Um, I wanted to talk with you about Scott," He said, moving into my trailer.

Smiling, I understood immediately. "Why don't you shut the door, and come and sit."

He did just that, slowly sitting beside you. "I'm assuming the scene is today then?" I asked.

There was a scene in Route 666, where Dean and Cellin had sex and their romance was sort of brought back. Scott had been on edge all week, but has not said a thing to me. But I knew it was just work, and nothing more.

He nodded, biting his lip. "Yeah, the last one of the day."

"You've got no reason to be worried, okay?" I told him. "It's just a scene. That's it."

The worry melted away instantly, replaced by shock. "You really feel that way?"

Laughing, I nodded. "Yeah, I do. I...Scott has helped me through a lot. And I can tell it's got him on edge. So really, as long as it's just a scene, and nothing else, I don't have an issue with it at all."

Jesse let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god. You just helped me tons, you don't even know."

Laughing softly, I replied, "I'm glad."
He stood, smiling widely. "Thank you, really, Styles."

"You're welcome," I responded.
As he moved out of my trailer, he paused at the door. "I'll uh, send Scott over when filming is done," Jesse said.

Smiling, I nodded. "Please do."

Laughing, Jesse moved out of the trailer, saying hi to someone as they move to my door. "Little Red, there you are," Avi said, peeking his head inside. "Paul wants to talk to you."

"Coming," I replied, setting down the script and following him.

-/::\-

I bit my lip, looking over my trailer.

"Something wrong?"

I didn't turn as I heard Scott's voice, sighing. "I swore I left my hair brush right there, but I can't find it," I told him. "I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere, thought." Spinning to face him, I smiled. "Hi there."

Chuckling softly, Scott shut the door to my trailer, moving towards me. "Hi there."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I looked into his eyes. "So, how was filming?"

"Good," he replied, his voice short.
Sighing, I smiled softly. "Scooter, you don't need to lie," I whispered. "Jesse visited me today."

My boyfriend furrowed his eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"Because he was worried about the scene today," I replied, running my fingers through his hair.

Sighing, Scott closed his eyes. "Oh."

"Hey, what's going through your mind?" I asked, making him meet my eyes again.

"I...I didn't want to hurt you, but doing that," he muttered. "It felt...wrong. I know it was just acting, but..."

"I know it was acting too," I replied. cupping his cheek. "I know you didn't feel anything during that scene. Because I know Dean is much different from you, Scott."

"Yeah?" He asked softly.

"Yeah," I agreed, smiling. "So you don't need to feel bad, okay? I trust you."

Smiling, Scott rested his forehead against mine. "Thank you, Da Vinci."

Smiling, I continuously ran my fingers through his hair. "You know, if you feel bad enough, I know how you could make it up to me."

He slowly opened his eyes, smirking. "Oh yeah? How?"

I smiled, biting my lip. "Well..."

But, sadly, I was cut off as my phone rang. Scott groaned as I laughed, keeping his arms locked around my waist as I grabbed my phone.

"Hello?" I answered, trying not to giggle as my boyfriend slowly started pressing soft kisses along my neck.
"Mister Grassi? This is Detective UpDegraff, with LA P.D."

"Oh, Detective! What can I do for you?" I asked, feeling a small pit of worry grow in my stomach.

"Well, uh, I have some bad news," he said.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shifted slightly. Scott noticed immediately, pulling away from my neck and looking into my eyes. "Bad news how?" I asked softly.

"Well, we realized that Ralph Barnes' passport was missing earlier this week," he explained. "And we alerted the Border Police, telling them clearly not to let him through, to hold him for us."

"Alright..." I muttered, feeling a "but" coming.

"But...they just told us that when they got our notice, they checked their records for the past month or so..." He continued. "And they let him through."

My breath caught as his words rang through my ears. I could feel my stomach clench, my heart start to race. "He...he's in..."

"As far as we know he is still in Canada, ma'am," Detective UpDegraff replied. "The Canadian police have been alerted, and are looking for him as well. You just needed to know."

"I..thank you, Detective," I replied, barely getting the words out. "I will...let you know if anything happens."

"Thank you. Have a good day, Mr. Grassi."

I ended the call, dropping it on my bed as I looked into Scott's eyes. "Mitch?" he asked, worry written all over his face. "What is it?"

"Ralph...Ralph is across the border," I muttered, feeling sick to my stomach. "He's...he's in Canada, Scott. He's...he's here."

I could see his jaw lock, and instantly, he held me close and tight, kissing the top of my head. "We're gonna be fine, okay?" he muttered softly. "We'll, we'll tell Avi, and tighten security, and...everything's gonna be okay."

"I..." I could feel the tears start to roll down my cheek as I clutched him tightly. "I hope so...God, I just want this to be over."

"I know," he responded. "And will be soon, okay? Trust me, in years to come, we'll just forget it all."