He was going to kill every last one of them. He wasn't even going to give them a chance to fight back. Screw honor and his honor code. They had dared to put their hands on what was his. No one did that, and lived to brag about it.

His vision was blurred. His blue eyes like fierce lasers. One look into his eyes had scared Sophie. Nate and Hardison had tried to convince him to just put the four men in the hospital. He'd put them in the hospital. Unfortunately for them, it would be the morgue.

Parker didn't give him her opinion. She had yet to talk. It had been two days and her silence was deafening. It tore at his heart to see her blank stare. The way she cowered into the corner of her bed. She wouldn't let anyone into her room except Sophie and him. Well she didn't really let him but he wasn't going to let her be afraid of him.

When he had received the phone call from Nate that Parker was in the hospital, he figured she had somehow injured herself with falling. Then he heard the words that no man she ever hear about the woman he loves.

Rape...tortured...catatonic...

He had cried. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Eliot Spencer had simply fallen to his knees and cried.

He should've been there to protect her. That was the only thing he could give her, his protection, and he had failed at that.

Then came the rage that had strangely soothed his conscience. The rage would help him to complete what he had sworn never to do again. He was going to take their lives.

Nate and Hardison had tapped into the police database and opened up her case file.

They had the descriptions and because of the palms Nate had greased in order to expedite, they had the DNA test results.

They had names, addresses, known alias, and rap sheets.

He had stayed awake all night, in her hospital room, the first name, and planned in explict detail how they would die. When he was done, their mutilated bodies would know true torture and terror. That was the promise he had whispered into her ear.

Crouching in front of Parker, he gently cupped her chin. Raised her head so she could see into his eyes. He repeats his promise and leaning up, whispers one more promise into her ear.

The only acknowledgement he receives is a blink of her eyes. It wil have to do for now.

He turns to address the others.

"She's all I have. Remember that. I'll be back in a month. Once everything dies down. Hardison, I'll check in with you every couple days, I want to know when it's safe to return. Nate, you call me if she comes back to us. Sophie, take care of my girl. "

With that he grabs his gear, walks to the door, and leaves.

He can't afford to turn back and take one more look at her. He has to hold onto the anger now. Not the pain that fills his heart everytime she doesn't respond to his touches or words.