Seemingly seconds into a nap he craved like a junkie needing a fix, G.T. was awakened by an all to familiar sound. Like a saprano wolf serenading the soft autumn moon, a lone police siren wailed in the distance. Dispite knowing that it probably wasn't for him, this time, his already frazzled nerves stood on end, ushering the fading noise out of earshot. Clearing his slightly blurred vision, he looked up at Kara, who's warm lap his head still rested on. Her hand still in place where she'd stroked his dark wavey hair enticing him to rest earlier, She'd fallen asleep too. G.T. took a deep breath and slowly reclosed his eyes only to discover sleeping again was an exercise in futility for a wanted man. He was wanted by the NYPD. Wanted dead by every drug dealer in the state; from the corner hustler to the kingpins. Besides him being her only chance at survival, Kara simply wanted him. And then there's his loyal fiance' Desiree. All she wants is an explanation for him breaking dates with her, his odd behavior, suspicious disappearances, and just what his profession is that gives him this "Job Stress" he alludes to when ever she asks....