This story is done so updates will be frequent. If you have been following my sotry You'll Learn Eventually then you know I've been working on a story. This is it. I hope you guys enjoy it *u* I don't own Leverage.

He's Gone Now

Part 1:

Dear Parker, Eliot, and Hardison,

My will is on my bed. Never come looking for me. You can call me once and that is all. Go ahead and track it but I won't be even close to that place once you get there. Please tell Sophie I'm disappearing. Goodbye.

-Nate

He tossed the note on the ground and walked out the door. With luck they would come looking for him. She would come looking for him.

The pilot of the helicopter landed in the meadow in the middle of the forest. Nate grabbed his duffle bag of stuff, slung it over his shoulder, and thanked the pilot.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"I'll be fine."

The pilot gave him a skeptical look before shutting the door. Nate walked off in the direction of the heavily wooded forest. He heard the helicopter take off and he was finally alone. Off in the distance he saw the log cabin resting peacefully and sighed. He took a deep breath of the fresh air and walked to his cabin.

The team walked into Nates apartment happily. Hardison was staring down at his phone when he caught sight of the paper. He grabbed it off the ground and the team huddled around it. One sentence in and the happiness was gone. They all read it with wide eyes. Eliot grabbed his phone and furiously started dialing. Hardison brought up something to track him on the big screen.

"Nate?" Eliot asked once the phone picked up.

"El-Eliot," Nate choked out.

He could tell that Nate was having a hard time breathing - audible wheezing noises coming through the phone. "Nate? What the hell is going on?"

"I te-te-texted Parker. Help," Nate choked out and the line went dead.

Part 2:

Everyone looked at Eliot as he suddenly went dead silent. They had never seen the Hitter with such fear in his eyes. The fear was soon replaced by rage.

"Track the call!" He yelled at Hardison. "Parker check your phone!"

He started pacing back and forth as he tried to think of what was going on with Nate. Was he dying? Was he already dead? Was he running? If so what from? Where was he? What was going on? Thousands of questions ran through Eliots head and he tried to shut them out.

Hardison got it up as fast as he could but something wasn't right. The screen was coming up with error every time he tried to trace the call. "I'm not getting anything! It's like someone just disconnected the number permanently."

"Dammit Hardison!" Eliot yelled.

"I can't do anything Eliot!" Hardison yelled back as he tried again and again.

"Nates dying! We don't know where the hell he is and his number just got disconnected." Eliot yelled in a full fit of rage. "What does his text say Parker."

"It's just a bunch of numbers!"

Eliot ripped the phone from her hand and read the jumble of numbers. 443150.505-1115213.8252. "This isn't going to help at all!"

"How do you know Nates dying?" Parker asked in a small voice.

"He was wheezing and asked for help." Eliots voice was jaded but his eyes told differently. They saw his cool blue eyes filled with nerves and anger mixed with fear and pain.

"What do we do now?" Parker asked.

"He wanted Sophie to know he was leaving. Let's tell her so she can decided if she wants to help us look for him or not," Eliot said. He brought up the video chat and dialed Sophie. When she picked up she looked pissed as hell. They assumed that it was because she thought it was Nate calling but her look didn't change.

"I thought I told you guys to give me some space!" She snapped at them.

"We have some very bad news Sophie..." Eliot started.

Part 3:

Nate threw up, his body revolted at the drug he had taken. Nothing was helping get rid of it. He knew from his friend Max that it took about 8 hours to wear off. He had already gotten through 1 hour. Nate wanted the pain to be over now! He kicked and punched the wall and slammed his head against it. Blood ran down his head and face from the cuts on his head. It dried slowly, causing it to become a sticky red substance on the side of his head. His knuckles were bruised and his body was sore. Not to forget that he was having a hard time breathing. The thing was messing with his brain and he couldn't think straight.

Why did he take this job? If each pill was worse then this then he would surely kill himself before the trial was finished. No! He would get through this. He couldn't stand to think about their faces if he died. They would be crushed. In the meantime he would have to keep himself from getting crushed.

Nate pulled himself up and dumped out the other pills. There had to be some logic to it. Trying his best he managed to separate them into days of the week.

Tuesday: The white circle pill

Wednesday: The long red pill

Thursday: The silver gel

Friday: The green capsule

Saturday: The half yellow and half red capsule

Sunday: The long white pill

He had taken the white capsule with the red stripe. The only question was:

Which one next?

He reached out and grabbed the white circle one with his shaky fingers. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water before going to swallow the pill. It was almost like his hand got frozen and his body jerked. The pill fell to the ground and the glass smashed into the window above the sink. He started choking and fell to the ground. The air wouldn't come through his throat; it was closing up. Colorful dots exploded on his vision before the black started to take over. The last thing he saw was the cherry wood on the cupboard before the world went black.

Yes I know it's a short chapter. Reviews are greatly appreciated