As I said in the summary, this is a continuation of Adlervan's piece which I strongly recommend reading. Rated M for sexual themes, probably violence in later chapters (this is the Spooks universe after all!) This chapter is pretty short, but the next one will be much longer, I am hoping to update regularly...there is a plan! Thanks to whatcatydidnext2 for reading it over for me :)

btw, i didn't invent these characters, and don't get anything but reviews for my efforts...so please, review away!


Lucas dreams of the chase, of running with no back pain, of pursuing an indistinct adversary, every step bringing him closer, pulling his quarry into sharper focus. Flexing his fingers he prepares for contact – just as he leaps she spins around and says "Shhh…Lucas….Lucas, please wake up…Lucas."

His dream dissolves around him as he struggles awake, feels someone frantically shaking him…Marian.

Her urgent blue eyes are wide with fear and so close as she shushes him again. He smiles stupidly into her face as she hisses his name, glancing over her shoulder at the door. He smiles again, and then realizes that he is tied, handcuffed somehow with arms back through a chair. His spine throbs as he forces himself upright, flexing against the metal. Tastes the sourness of betrayal and glares bitterly at Marian, grates out, "I thought I was supposed to trust you."

He sees the fighting spirit come up in her eyes, pushing the fear out, but she frantically hushes him anyway. Checking the door again, she whispers, "They wanted to kill you…I convinced them…", she takes a deep breath, starts again, "I convinced them that you could be valuable. Here, take these." She leans over and he breathes in her scent as she reaches around him and shoves two hairpins into his hands. "You can use these to pick the lock, right? Don't they teach you how to do that at spy school or something?" There is a sound at the door and she takes a quick step back as her pupils dilate with fear, or maybe excitement, or maybe some combination of the two. "Play dead", she hisses.

Lucas complies, lets his head sag, his arms go slack against the cuffs, carefully conceals the hairpins up his sleeves. He hears the door open, someone step in. Marian says, "Look, I think he's starting to wake up." Lucas blinks his eyes and moves his head, is surprised by the genuine concern he hears in the man's voice, "Marian, get back, he could hurt you!" He opens his eyes as Marian scoffs, "What is he going to do, Robin, bite me? He's not going anywhere."

Lucas can't help baring his teeth at the thought, looks at Marian's legs where they disappear into the obscenely short T-shirt cum dress that she is still wearing. Robin catches the glance, moves faster than Lucas can believe and he tastes blood in his mouth as he is practically knocked to the floor.

"You don't look at her. You don't even think of her!" the man snaps venomously, drawing his arm back again, but Marian catches it, winds herself around him, and murmurs soothingly in his ear.

Lucas finally manages to focus his eyes, recognizes Locksley from the grid photos, notices he is fitter than Lucas had assumed, thin, yes, but wiry and fast. Very fast, Lucas reminds himself as he tongues the bloody cut in his cheek and stares into Locksley's eyes.

Marian is still murmuring into Locksley's ear, and she turns to face him, drops his arm and runs her hands over his shoulders and back into his hair. Lucas feels bile rise into his throat as she tips her face up to kiss him, pulling his head down, pulling his eyes off of Lucas and onto her.

He hears her murmuring again and strains to hear, "…give him something to watch…it'll be like torture, only more fun." Locksley laughs and kisses her again, more passionately now, and she is turning him, backing away. Lucas is suddenly blinded by the hot jealousy sweeping over him as Locksley presses her up against the wall. He watches, unable to look away as the man slides a hand up her thigh, pushing the microscopic dress higher. Lucas thrashes and struggles in his bonds, then sees Marian's eyes on him over Locksley's shoulder.

He stops, realizing that Locksley is distracted he begins working on his cuffs with her hairpins. Locksley's other hand is cupping her breast now and his face is buried in her neck as she watches Lucas. He tears his eyes away, concentrates on the lock, looks back up as his hands come free. Marian closes her eyes and moans, burying her face in Robin's chest as Lucas feverishly attacks the ropes on his ankles.

He stands, Marian's face is still hidden and now Locksley is rocking his hips against her, has her dress above her hips and his hand in the waistband of her panties. Lucas snarls silently, and steps forward, grabs the pistol from the back of Locksley's belt and hits him over the head with it. He slumps to the floor, unconscious. Marian looks up at him, unsurprised, and then it is Lucas pressing her against the wall, his hands sliding over her body. Ignoring his back, he lifts her, pinning her against the wall with his hips. He watches her eyes dilate, and knows that it is not with fear this time as she wraps her legs around his waist and he sinks his teeth into her neck, wanting to erase every trace of Locksley from her body, wanting to erase every thought of him from her mind. She laughs low and breathlessly in his ear, says, "Does watching get you blood up Lucas? I'll have to remember…" He savagely quiets her mouth with his, then breathes, "No, it is torture. I could never…" He hears her laugh again, but he doesn't care because now it is his hand trying to slide her underwear down, and his mouth on her breast, tasting her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

Still laughing, she says, "Lucas, you have to go, we don't have time for this", and she is pushing him away. "Marian, no!" he says, but she laughs again, regretfully this time as he feels her hand release the grip she has on his belt. "You have to leave before anyone else comes to check", she says firmly, "You got free, somehow, you knocked us both out while we were…distracted…and escaped."

"Marian", he says again, his eyes desperate, wants to take her with him.

"No, Lucas, they are planning something, I have to find out what it is, it's important." He looks at her, worried, "It's too dangerous, what if…"

"I will come to you, I promise" she says, and he desperately wants to believe her as she reaches up to touch his face. He sighs, and tucks her hairpins back into her hair. She lies down next to Locksley and he feels the jealousy rise again as he turns to go. At the door he looks back, sees her watching him as he slides out of the room, Locksley's gun held firmly in his hand.

He carefully walks through the next room and then down the hall. He hears voices from somewhere in the house, identifies heavy middle eastern accents as he slips silently out of the front door. He notes the house number as he walks casually away down the street.