A/N: Welcome to Control, the sequel to Reckless! This picks up two-three weeks from the last one. The beginning is really...interesting. I'm working out the kinks for the ending and hope ta get chapter two up soon. And I'll say it now, and it won't be the last time: THERE WILL BE A DASH OF SLASH in the story. It's actually kinda early on. I'll warn you again when you need to be warned, but stay tuned.

Chapter 1: Nervous

"Ha. Got yeh!" Griffin shouted loudly. Angela furiously button mashed on the PlayStation controller. She was not about to let him beat her for the third round in a row. The duo were playing their fifth bout of a fighting game on the PS2 because they had nothing better to do. Angela thought about trying some tactical strategy. She nudged his arm with her elbow playfully, leaning a bit on him. "'ey! Cheater," he said, giving her a shove back. She fell over slightly as her character landed the finishing move on Griffin's character with a push of the square button.

"I win," she said proudly as she looked over at him at stuck her tongue out. He turned and shot her a smirky glare. At that moment, she felt a jump. "Hey David," she said as she selected a new character. She saw Griffin was doing the same. The two knew David was the only jumper they knew of that would just...drop in.

"Griffin," he said sounding out of breath. "Remember that Paladin we tracked last week?"

"Yeah? What's yer point?" he said glancing up at him from the TV screen.

Angela looked up and noticed David looked ragged, as if he'd been running a mile. 'Or maybe from a Paladin?...' "Did something happen?"

David nodded. "Followed me. A pair of 'em. Managed to ditch them in Norway, though."

Griffin put his controller down. "Alright. Let's go clean up your mess then," Griffin sighed.

David nodded before he disappeared and returned seconds later with Millie in tow. "Another mission?" she wined.

Angela smirked. 'Today's gunna be interesting.' "Hi Millie," she smiled. Angela became friends with Millie after spending time being cooped up in the lair when the guys went on their "hunts," as Griffin called them. Millie could be whiny and overbearing sometimes, but it was nice to have someone to talk to. Someone to just hang out with, whom was a girl too.

Griffin stood up and gave Angela a kiss on the cheek. "Next time, we'll go," he whispered to her. She nodded with a tiny grin. He walked over and stood next to David, who was making googly faces at his girlfriend. "C'mon lover-boy," Griffin said pushing David as he jumped. The two disappeared and Millie turned around.

"So what are we playing today?" she asked with a giggle.

(Three Days Later)

Millie paced the area of lair behind the tv set. "They're usually back by now aren't they?" she asked, shooting a look of concern over to Angela while fiddling with the string from her red sweater dress.

Angela simply shrugged. "Usually, but if the Paladins are 'trolling then it could take longer. Wouldn't want 'em tracking them back here and killing you, would ya?" She couldn't help but be blunt. It was the truth. She saw Millie shiver nervously. "Sit down and chill," Angela told her as she got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She stuffed a hand in the pocket of her hoodie. 'So damn nervous. David's with Griffin and he won't let him take too much of a beating,'she silently joked. Her thought was interrupted when she sensed a jump and spun around to see David. Millie lept off the grey beaten couch and flung herself into his arms. 'No thought process. He could be hurt...' Angela noticed Griffin wasn't with him. "Where's Griffin?"

.David peeled Millie off of him, showing his once nice hunter green t-shirt to now be in ruin with numerous holes and a rip. When Angela glanced down, she saw his dark blue jeans had soot all over the front. "I'm not sure. We parted ways in Seoul," he said as he made his way over to the couch. He sat with a big sigh and a clingy brunette girlfriend glued to his side. "I haven't seen him in a day."

Angela's jaw dropped. "You're kidding, right? It's a joke..." she shook her head, trying to get thoughts about Griffin being hurt and captured out of her head.

She saw out of the corner of her eye Millie go to rub David's abdomen and he flinched. Her attention was back on the two. Millie raised his shirt, revealing bruises and welts across his chest. "What happened David?" Millie asked.

He winced as she lightly prodded one of the bruises. "Paladin fight in," he hissed in pain, "Russia." Millie started to freak out over his wounds and scrambling around the lair for medical supplies.

Angela took her spot on the couch next to David. Staring him in the eyes she asked, "Where's he?"

David rolled his shoulders in, what seemed to be, a painful manner. "Like I said, we parted ways. He's probably being pissy or something somewhere."

"Why?"

"I kinda blew our cover," he grinned.

"Way to go!" Angela shouted. "Haven't you learned yet from going with him on all those hunts?!" Angela groaned, throwing her hands in the air before storming into the bedroom.