Elle was trying to live a normal life key word was trying. With the help of Noah, she was able to get an apartment and with the money she was left from her father many separate accounts, she was rather set. She hated it. She wanted to be an agent. It was what she was raise to be, she needed the rush of it, the thrill of the chase and now she had nothing, but at least she could live, right?

With a sigh, she walked in her apartment from shopping and kicked the door shut behind her. She tossed the keys on the table and made her way to the kitchen dropping a bag of groceries off. Made her way back to her room, dropping the rest of the bags of clothes she got on her bed. Elle needed to find something to do with her spare time. Noah had suggested a job, which she laughed at. Sadly, she was seriously thinking about it now.

She went into the kitchen and put the food away, popped a television dinner in the oven and decided to get a quick shower. Within thirty minutes, the new clothes were put up, fleshly showered, and Elle was sitting on the floor in her living room, channel surfing with her wet hair pulled back in low ponytail, white tank top, with the grey uniform pants she took from the company when she was fired, with her picked at dinner beside her.