A/N: So I pretty much refuse to accept Elle's death. The seven stages and all that. Anyway, here's a fic idea that's been at the back of my mind all day today and so I thought I'd get it written up before I forgot about it. Please tell me what y'all think. Any C&C is appreciated!

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She watched the recovered surveillance tape from the failed containment mission carefully. There had to be something on there telling her more than what she already knew. The subject had been shot several times with tranquilizers, was restrained from behind by some kind of garrote, and still managed to fight off the task force. In addition to being a pretty good fighter to begin with, his telekinesis helped a great deal.

It was when she saw the lightning shoot from his hands that she looked to her partner in shock. "Are you fucking serious?"

The bespectacled man only nodded.

"So not only is he not dead... but he's using MY fucking power?! This is bullshit! He doesn't even look sorry when he uses it. What an asshole!"

The older man sighed. His young partner had the mouth of a trucker sometimes. "What did you expect, Elle? Did you want him to mope around and carve your name into his victims' foreheads? Maybe spell out the word 'sorry' in brains?"

Elle bit her lips and refused to give in to the urge of punching Noah Bennet in the dick. It would have been so easy. He was standing at the perfect angle. Instead, she sat back further in her chair, eyeing her ex-boyfriend's savage display of fight or flight across six black and white surveillance monitors.

"Such a monster, huh?" Bennet asked, studying Elle's face.

After a brief silence, Elle replied, "After all the bullshit that's happened, I still can't bring myself to hate him. Is there something wrong with me?"

"I don't have time to answer that question. I gotta get ready for my flight. Petrelli's expecting me and-"

Elle waved her hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah. Go on ahead." She shut the monitors off and cracked her neck from side to side. "I'm gonna start looking through this list of Grays and try to whittle it down a bit to possible locales." She nodded over to the stack of papers on her desk. It looked like a damn manuscript.

"Drink plenty of coffee." Bennet suggested.

"I don't do coffee." Elle said, pointing to the 64 ounce Slush-O sweating condensation all over some old newspapers. "Good luck." She said, only half-meaning it.

"I'll tell Peter you said hello." Bennet teased.

"Fuck youuuu..." Elle sing-songed.

"Well, we didn't bring you back because you're an exceptional agent." Bennet said in her ear, causing Elle to shudder.

"No, you brought me back because Nathan knows I can control Sylar. Not because of that fling we had when Sandra was crazy and going through menopause." Elle snarked.

"Leaving now." Bennet said, grabbing his gun and heading out the door.

"Peace out, Girl Scout." Elle said as the door slammed.

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Meh, so I'm torn. I have places I wanna go with this, but I really need to know if I should bother. Does this engage you at all, gentle reader? Please review.