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It was pretty late at night by the time they finally reached the Canadian border. As he drove closer to the border he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. They'd only ask a few questions, right? It wasn't likely that they would have pictures of them or anything, any way of knowing that they were trying to run from the law, right?

Right.

He was worrying over nothing, he was pretty sure of it. So far, everything had been going well. Sure, it had taken them a little longer than expected to get here, mostly because they kept stopping to fool around and the like, but they had managed to get here, new car and all. Once they got through they could find a place to stay for the night and figure out the rest in the morning, right?

Right.

Still, one of his hands left the wheel and searched for her hand, fingers intertwining with one another. Being able to hold her hand was a comfort, at the very least.

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Elle was tired, very tired by the end of the trip. Gabriel had been driving straight for nearly ten hours (she couldn't imagine how exhausted he was), and all she wanted to do was find a hotel, shower, and curl up close to him until she fell asleep. Not feel her body hum with charged electricity and adrenaline shocking her fully alert as they crawled behind cars to the border patrol.

She sighed in relief when she felt his fingers gripping hers, and squeezed them reassuringly, looking over to him with a soft smile. It really wasn't a big deal, right? It was Canada. Boring old Canada.

"It'll be fine," she said, with her best casual shrug. "It's just Canada, right?"