The Retrieval Of

Kenna Shane Spencer

The Disappearance

Eliot looked out over the city from the roof of the apartment building he had called home for the last five years. His hand stroked the long brown locks of his daughter curled up against him, his down vest wrapped around her. It was late and he knew he should take Faith downstairs to the warmth of her own bed but Eliot couldn't quite make himself head down the stairs to the dark, quiet apartment.

"It's getting late." Nate said from somewhere behind him.

"Yeah, it is." Was the only answer Eliot could come up with.

"Do you want me to take Faith to bed?"

"I can take care of my own daughter Nate."

"No one said you couldn't. We just want to help."

"I know. I just need time."

"If you need us, you know you can just ask."

"I know." He looked down at the little girl he held in his arms. She had just turned three and she was all Kenna. Except for her brown curls and blue eyes that her mother said were going to get her all the boys and Eliot all the headaches.

"We'll be down in the bar if you need anything."

"Thanks." Eliot closed his eyes and listened to Nate's footsteps leaving the roof. Adjusting the child on his lap he looked at the stars in the sky. "I let her down Faith. She trusted me and I let her down." The little girl shifted at the sound of her name but remained sleeping. "I will get her back Faith. One way or another I will get her back."

"Eliot?" Parker's voice was quiet in the darkness.

"Just leave me alone. I just need to be with my daughter alone for a little while."

"She wouldn't want you wallowing in your grief."

"I'm not wallowing Parker and what the hell do you know what she would want?"

"She was my friend too Eliot. Next to you and Hardison she was the closest friend I ever had." Eliot clenched his teeth.

"You talk about her like she's gone."

"Eliot you saw the same thing I did. You saw the plane explode, you saw them put her on that plane."

"I saw what Moreau wanted me to see." Faith stirred. Eliot put his arms protectively around the little girl.

"Eliot…"

"Daddy stop yellin'. Mama will be pissed you woken me up."

"Faith Valentine you watch your mouth." Parker said without thinking. "I'm sorry." Eliot smiled a bit.

"It's okay. Auntie Parker is right Faith. You need to stop repeating the sassy words your mama uses."

"I miss mama." She whispered rubbing her face against Eliot's chest.

"So do I darlin', so do I." He stood up and pulled the vest around the little girl and turned to face Parker. "She's not gone Parker. I would know if she was gone. Somehow Moreau got her off that plane."

"Eliot, it's been six months. We've hit dead end after dead end. He's not on anyone's radar. Not McGarret's or Sterling's. Hell I've even called a few favors in at the FBI. No one knows where he's holding up."

"We will find him and when we do, we'll find Kenna." Eliot looked at his friend.

"Kenna taught me how to be a good friend." She stood in front of him. "I know Sophie would like to take all the credit for making me become more emotionally stable, but it was Kenna who taught me what real love could be like." She put her arm around him. "She loved you both so much." Eliot pulled away from her.

"She's alive Parker, please stop talking like she isn't." He took his daughter to the safety of his own apartment and locked the doors, checked the windows and set the alarm. Hanging up his vest he grabbed Faith's blanket off the couch and wrapped it around her. Setting the little girl down only to kick of his boots and find a somewhat comfortable position on the couch. Lifting the little girl up, he settled her in the crook of his right arm and against the back of the couch. It was pretty much their nightly routine since Kenna had been gone. Eliot turned on the television quietly on Sports Center and threw the remote on the coffee table.

"Sing to me daddy." The little girl whispered.

"Not tonight baby." Running his hand down her brown curls he kissed the top of her head. He hadn't sung to the child in over six months. Since the night Kenna had vanished into thin air. He closed his eyes and he remembered that night so vividly it scared him.

(Flashback)

(Six Months Ago)

"You really need to back off Eliot, Wittingham's men think I'm having an affair with my body guard." He pushed against the back of the elevator.

"Technically you are." He kissed her.

"Eliot…the camera." She nodded toward the east corner of the elevator.

"Hardison already has it on a loop. " He brushed her hair out of her face. "Kenna Shane Spencer have I told you how incredibly beautiful you are today?"

"Well it is only six o'clock." She smiled as the door started to open and Eliot stepped away from her. The party was in full swing. Kenna exited the elevator in all her glory. The silver gown hugged her body so close it made Eliot groan. It pissed her off she couldn't lose any weight after Faith had been born but he hadn't cared. Ever curve on her body turned him on more then she would ever know. "Your staring Spencer." She said when he nearly ran in the back of her.

"Sorry. When this is over I am taking you somewhere spectacular in that dress."

"It's only a loaner." She smiled.

"Well whoever loaned it to you tell them I will give them whatever they paid and then some for it." She smiled.

"Whittingham at nine o'clock." She said.

"I'll wait back here."

"Thanks." She rolled her eyes and headed to the older man. "."

"Ahhh Ms. Travis, I was so looking forward to a quiet evening." He smiled.

"I can be very quiet." She smiled and took a sip of her Champaign. "My husband was a big supporter of your lash campaign and I was hoping you would like the keep the arrangement going with this election."

"Your husband is in jail for money laundering."

"No one said he was the brains of the operation." Kenna smiled.

"Ah a woman who knows how to run a business." The older man guided Kenna in to a room.

"Eliot, where ever he's taking her is messing with her com. I got nothing but dead air." Hardison's voice echoed in his ear.

"I'm on it." Eliot went to the door where Kenna had just entered. He tried the door and it was locked. Nudging it with his shoulder, it didn't move. It was solid. "Parker, I need you over here now." She popped out from behind a plant next to him. He stood in front of her blocking her lock picking from anyone who might be looking their direction.

"Eliot, this is not a normal lock. It's almost safe like." She put her ear to it. "It's ticking."

"Ticking?" He turned and looked at her. "Figure it out. Hardison find me another way into that room."

"I'm trying." Eliot looked around the crowded room. People were milling around the old remodled southern mansion without a care in the world. Eliot was getting tense now. "There's a patio door." Eliot and Parker headed out of the building. "Go to the east side of the building." The sound of a jet engine starting interfered with Eliot's hearing.

"Hardison?" He looked up to see the jet on a small runway. Kenna was getting being pushed into the plane. "Nate, they got Kenna." He started sprinting as the gang way was being put up and the door closed. Running as fast as he could knowing that he would never catch the plane but knowing he would do anything he had to stop it. The explosion came next and rocked both him and Parker backward.

"Eliot!" Nate came from the house running with Sophie. "What happened?" Eliot and Parker were on the ground. Bits of debris scatted around them.

"Kenna was on the plane." Parker knew Eliot wouldn't be able to answer. She reached for him but he pulled away. He wasn't going to believe it. If he didn't believe it, it wasn't so. "Eliot?" He turned and looked at her, his blue eyes full of anger and grief. Shaking himself back to reality he got up.

"You okay?" He asked Parker, offering his hand. She took it and let him help her up.

"Yeah." She looked at him. "Eliot?" Parker reached for him. "Eliot." She caught him before he hit the ground. "NATE!" A charred piece of metal was imbedded in his shoulder and blood gushed from the wound. "Eliot please don't die on me too." She sobbed. He looked at her confused.

"She's not dead…Parker." The blackness overtook him and he pretty much lost the next three weeks. He didn't go to the funeral Nate and Sophie had planned. Eliot knew that his friends were just trying to help. Maybe they just wanted whoever tried to kill her to think they believed she was dead too.

(Present)

"Daddy?" Eliot looked down at his daughter snuggled into the crook of his arm.

"Yeah baby, what's wrong?"

"You were callin' for mama again." Eliot closed his eyes.

"Sorry Faith. Daddy was just having a dream."

"I dream of her too." The little girl ran her hand down her father's cheek. "You gots to shave daddy."

"I'll get right on that sweetness." He rubbed his cheek against hers. "You are pretty bossy to be three Faith Valentine."

"Anny Parker says I gets it from you."

"Oh she does, does she?" Eliot held the girl at arm's length above him. The girl giggled. He looked at the clock. He didn't want to get Faith riled up if it was still the middle of the night. It was almost six a.m. "Do you want super duper Parker pancakes and Bonanno bacon?" The girl nodded her head. Eliot brought her down and snuggled her close.

"Yeah. Can we call Parker and Alec?"

"Sure." He lifted the girl off him and she bolted to counter and put her ear bud Hardison made especially for the little girls ear.

"Parker Pancakes in fifteen minutes!" She bellowed. Faith hadn't quite mastered the volume control in her head. Eliot knew that he would have company in ten. Yesterday had been hard on all of them. Celebrating Faith's birthday without Kenna had been the hardest things any of them had done. Eliot knew that Hardison and Parker would move mountains if Faith called for them but when pancakes were offered they would break down doors. He stood and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast for what was left of his family.