Disclaimer: Sue and company belong to Paxson. The others belong to Sony Wonder and Hasbro.

A/N:This is a crossover with Sue Thomas FBEye and another group of characters. If you can figure it out, email me and I'll send you some jello. Trust me, it will be worth the ride.

Blind Sided

Chapter One

Hector Delgado knew he was in trouble. Sure, he'd been in worse and walked away but this…this was different. It wasn't just in his mind. They were after him now. Everyone. His teammates of a dozen years. His friends. Even his wife and daughter. All because of a stupid retrieval gone bad.

"Sure, get the professor and bring him into protective custody, they said," he mumbled to himself. "He's on a freakin' island, how hard could it be? They said. Two man team. You and Jaye. Down and dirty. Get him out of there, they said." His lips twisted wryly as his fingers unconsciously drummed a staccato on the diner's table. "Oh, we found him all right. Crazy old man. Like a loon. Leading me and Jaye on a wild chase. We finally catch the old coot and he tries to break my fingers. Kept jacking with them. Crazy old man."

The medium tall man kept a sharp watch at the business in the diner. It was quiet. A slow time of day in busy D.C. But he was jittery all the same. He could keep his hands still. And the late afternoon sun was wreaking havoc on his eyes. Who would be after him next? His partner Jaye was gone. Doc was missing. Red and Six tried to kill him. And Mara…he shook his head. How did they get to his wife? His heart hurt to think about what she had done to him and Althea. His little girl with her mother's black hair and his wavy curls. Mara had poisoned her against him. He remembered her beating against his chest crying, "Tell us what you know, Daddy!"

He wished he could remember who he was to contact here but his head was starting to pound. The sun had lowered to the point that every car that passed seemed to flash light right into his eyes. Hector felt so tired but he couldn't afford to sleep. He had to remember who his contact was. It was something familiar...like his own name. His right hand continued to drum the table while his left combed through his dark hair. He pushed on his temple to ease the throbbing but glanced up when he heard the squealing of tires. A yellow cab narrowly avoided becoming a wreck on the evening news. "That's it," he said to himself. "Wreck, that's me. So I need to find…" His right hand drumming had now become a blur. "Wreck, wreck, me, find me, gotta find…" The pain in his head was intense. A car pulled up in front of the diner, the sun catching the door window as the occupant got out. The flash across Hector's eyes was blinding and a searing pain caused him to cry out. Darkness enveloped him as he slipped to the floor, muttering "wreck, gotta find wreck…" before he slipped into oblivion.