Statues Without Eyes

As the days passed and my bruises started to heal but became more painful, I became an insomniac. Like now, I was up in the living room trying to find something to watch on TV just to fall asleep but couldn't. It's like my head would hit the bed and I'd up wide awake yet. Ryan was sound asleep in bed which aggrivated me since I wanted to be asleep in his arms but couldn't.

I got up from the couch, leaving the TV on some random show as I went to the kitchen to find something to drink. My ribs and wrist were in pain as I went to take a painkiller out of the bottle and pop one in. Swallowing hard, I carefully leant against the counter to watch the TV from my spot.

The news or whatever I left it on were running my crash from this weekend again. It was one of those things like they couldn't believe the trick that happened, then the free fall that I was lucky to walk away with what I did. Up til now, I haven't watched it on anything, I refused to. This time, I found my eyes glued to the screen as the images went through what was going on.

"It's scary seeing it, isn't it?" I heard from the hallway as I looked over to see Ryan standing there.
"Oh hey, I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"No," He shook his head as he walked towards me, "What are you doing up?"
"I can't sleep," I sighed while glancing at the TV for a second, "It's the first time I've actually seen what happened."
"Does it scare you?"
"Not really," I shook my head, "I mean when I see it, I just want to go out there and try again but then seeing that look on your face, it scares me."
"Why can't you sleep?"
"I don't know," I shrugged, "It's just I've tried but can't seem to."
"Stop thinking," Ryan suggested as I glared at him.
"Funny," I rolled my eyes as I stood up to stretch a bit, "It's just my mind won't let me shut down for a bit, ya know?"
"I understand," He smiled lightly, "It must suck seeing me sleep and you can't."
"Just because I want to be in your arms," I smirked as he rolled his eyes as I walked out towards the living room as he followed me.
"It's not because you're too anxious about anything right?"
"Anxious? What would I be anxious about?" I half laughed as he followed me.
"Oh I don't know, work, trying to be a superhero, getting married, Tyler," Ryan listed.
"None of those," I smirked as I sat on the couch when something on the TV caught Ryan's attention.
"How about that?"
"What?" I asked as I looked at the screen to see the news lady talking about something about a "new man" of mine.

I turned up the volume on the TV to hear what she was talking about. It was photos and video of that party I went to with Jake before I came home. I couldn't believe it, someone had actually done what I didn't think they would. I was now some sort of celebrity that people wanted to follow around and get information from, or dig up dirt. And that Jake thing wasn't what scared me. It was the fact that I still had that tape with Jesse out there, and now someone was bound to let it "leak" or appear which so wasn't what I was looking forward to.

"Honestly, you're not jealous of Jake are you?" I questioned as I looked at Ryan who was watching the TV screen.
"You two look friendly."
"Ry, we never even kissed or anything, it was just a dance," I giggled a bit, "He was my body guard more than anything. Honest to god, ask him."
"All I'm saying is it looks close."
"Because he didn't want anyone to mess with me," I smirked at him, "He didn't want me to go but I begged him to and he promised to look over me. Believe it or not, Jake Berekley does have morals too."
"Jake, morals?" Ryan raised an eyebrow at me as I threw a pillow at him.
"Shut up, you know he's a good guy."
"This won't die down though," Ryan looked at the TV screen, "You're making headlines again, people will want to follow you."
"I know," I nodded at him, "Which is why I've got the most amazing boyfriend ever to stand there with me."
"I'm not beating down the paparazzi," Ryan gave me a look as I smirked at him.
"Aww, come on, what if they're totally invasive?"
"Then I will," He smirked down at me as I wanted nothing more to kiss him.

I watched as Ryan yawned but I still wasn't tired.

"You can go back to bed," I smiled at him.
"Are you?"
"I still can't sleep," I mumbled as I settled into the couch.
"Then I stay up with you," Ryan smiled as jumped over the back of the couch to sit next to me.
"You don't have to."
"I want to," He smiled wider as he stole the remote from me, "Now what's on at 3 am?"

I smiled to myself as Ryan settled into the couch with me, watching some random programs in which nothing was really on. I ended up finding "Near Dark" on some station as Ryan fell asleep with his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair as I watched his sleeping frame. It was cute, he smiled in his sleep which made my heart melt. Not to mention it was peaceful since Tyler was dead asleep. I think it's because he was up til midnight with Kyle and Caleb being over the entire time.

As I flipped through the channels, time started to pass quickly for some reason when I found my phone ringing around 6 am in which Ryan was supposed to have the day off as was I but things don't always have a set plan.

"Hello?" I whispered into the phone as I waited for the unknown number on the screen to identify themselves.
"Is this Sylar Caine?" I heard a male voice on the other side.
"Yes, it is. Who is this?"
"Sylar Caine, my name's Nick Stokes from the Las Vegas Crime Lab."
"Yeah, ok, and?"
"I heard you working on a case involving an murder in which you haven't caught the suspect yet."
"Yeah, did you have information on him?" I asked wondering why he was calling.
"Actually, I believe that he's here in Vegas."
"Figures," I rolled my eyes, "I had that feeling he managed to get out of Florida."
"I'm sending all the information to the Miami Crime Lab as we speak," He mentioned again, "Then maybe we could talk more about the case."
"Alright, sounds good," I sighed as I felt Ryan shift.
"Great, I'll talk to you soon."

I hung up the phone to look around the house as I knew what that now meant. It meant that I was now going to have to pack a bag and head to Vegas for a while. Sure it's work, but I had a hard time keeping that smile from creeping off my face.