Someday

Chapter Two

Eliot hadn't moved a muscle in nearly an hour and it was driving Hardison up the wall. The man was a statue. Twice he felt like throwing a gummy frog at him to see if he would flinch but it wasn't worth the broken nose he would surly get if and when Eliot decided to move.

"Can this get any more boring?" Two nights they had sat watching their mark. For two nights they did nothing but watch the man do things no human should ever be allowed to do.

"Will you stop whining?" Eliot answered, the only thing moving were his lips.

"Man I can only take so much naked Dance, Dance Revolution."

"Ah come on he played naked Guitar Hero for you last night." Eliot tried not to smile.

"You're enjoying this." Hardison accused.

"Oh right I love sitting here watching a forty year old man dance naked in front of his window for two nights straight."

"If you want to talk about something other than the naked man we can you know?"

"Like what?"

"We could discuss the fact that two days have gone by and you haven't said a word about your close encounter with Kenna."

"I'm not talking about Kenna with you or anybody any more. It's done and over. She's here and there's nothing I can do about it but I don't have to like it."

"Will you two stop your chit chat and pay attention to our mark." Nat said in both their ears. Eliot glared at Hardison and went back to his statue like posture.

"You should come and watch out mark Nate. See how you like watching a naked man with all the wrong moves." Hardison said as he looked at Eliot again. "She's like us Eliot. More then you'll ever know or want to find out. Just remember that." The rest of the night was quiet and uneventful.

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Another end to another con almost gone wrong. Eliot was getting really tired of close calls and almost getting gone. Parker was fussing over the gaping hole in his shoulder. He flinched and he pulled back.

"Sorry." She looked at Hardison and shook her head. "Eliot the bullet is right next to your clavicle."

"So just yank it. It wouldn't be the first time." Hardison stood and went out of the room.

"Eliot the blood's not stopping."

"Just fix it Parker." She pressed harder against his shoulder. The pain was nearly unbearable when the pressure pushed the bulled closer to his clavicle. "Jesus Parker show a little compassion."

"Just leave it in there Parker; maybe the lead will soften his disposition." Kenna stood at the door way of Eliot's bedroom. Even in the shapeless paramedic jumpsuit she looked like an angle.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Eliot ground out between clenched teeth.

"Hardison called and said you got winged and needed a little skill to get you back in the game." Kenna put her bag down on the bed and kneeled in front of him.

"Don't…" He rolled his shoulder away from her.

"Don't be a baby." She pulled him closer to her and Parker moved the blood stained towel from his shoulder. "Where are Nate and Sophie?" She looked at the younger woman. Parker handed her a com. "Thanks." She put it in her ear.

"How bad Kenna?"

"He'll live but he's losing a whole lot of blood. I need some O negative if you can swing it."

"I'm on it. Take care of him Kenna."

"You know I will." She pressed hard against the bleeding wound. "Okay tough guy I would like to tell you this isn't going to hurt a bit but I never lied to you so it's gonna hurt like hell." She removed the blood stained gauze and injected litocane around the entrance wound,

"Damn Kenna Shane, if I didn't know better I'd say you're doing this on purpose."

"Oh yeah I live to cause you pain." She looked at Parker. "Lay down that sheet." Parker spread it behind Eliot. "Okay lay down and we'll get this bulled out before it causes any more damage."

"You're not a doctor." Eliot spat out.

"Five minutes ago you were telling Parker to get the bullet out so count your blessings I was still at work and able to get here before she went digging for it." He looked at her. Her golden blond hair was up in a French braid. She was breathtaking…

"I don't need you." His words were slurred and he was close to losing consciousness.

"I'm sorry to hear that cowboy but I have it on good authority that you just might need me more then you care to admit." She started an IV and ejected another sedative. "Sweet dreams sweetheart." Kenna watched as his eyelids fluttered and he was out.

"Can we get some of that…?" Parker looked at Kenna.

"He is kind of harmless when he sleeps." Kenna returned as she got the scalpel out of her bag. "I'm afraid sooner or later it will ware of and he's going to wake up a very angry SOB."

"No different from before he passed out." Hardison said from the door. "Nate's on his way up with the blood and Sophie's gone to brief the client."

"I hope this was all worth it." Kenna said as she slowly enlarged the hole that the bullet entered.

"I think Eliot would tell you it was."

"Woman, children or animals?" Kenna asked, not looking up from her work.

"All three." Hardison answered. Kenna smiled.

"Gotta love a man who loves kids and animals." Nate came in with the blood.

"How's he doing?" Nate asked.

"Like a trooper." Kenna answered as she pulled the bullet out and cleaned the wound. "Nate you can connect the bag to his IV." Nate was old hand at changing IV's. He had done it for Sam more than once. He attached the bag and turned to the young woman working on his hitter.

"Thank you for stepping up."

"I owe you one for getting my life back for me." She looked up. "Don't be afraid to call me if things get beyond some bruised ribs."

"Eliot won't like that."

"Eliot doesn't need to know." She closed up the bullet hole and cleaned up the rest of the wound. Motioning to Hardison he grabbed the sheet and they pulled Eliot across the bed and made him as comfortable as they could. Kenna adjusted the IV and hung it from a coat rack Parker had found somewhere.

"He's okay?" Parker asked.

"He will be." Kenna put a bottle of pills into her hand. "Just Tylenol. He won't take anything stronger." She gathered up her things and went to the bathroom to clean up.

"She's hurting almost as bad as he is." Hardison said to Nate.

"Yeah well, best we stay out of it Hardison. Tell Parker to back off too."

"Yeah, will do." He left the room. Nate looked at Eliot.

"He's going to wake up more pissed than usual." Kenna said as she came back into the room.

"Better pissed then dead, I always say." Kenna smiled.

"Let me know if there's any redness or swelling. I put some antibiotics in his drip but he may need more. Give me a call. I'm hooked up with the free clinic on Freemont." Nate looked at Kenna. She had it together; he had to give her that.

"Thank you."

"Anything to make the big guy sqrim." She got her jacket. "Take care Nate." She said as she left, saying her goodbyes to the rest of the team along the way. When she was safely in her car she broke down. Eliot could have died today and she didn't how she would handle it if he was gone from her life.

"We should tell her she still has her com in." Parker said to Hardison.

"Just turn them off." Nate said. Parker looked at her boss. She wanted to go down to Kenna. Hardison turned off the ear buds.

"She's not as strong as he thinks she is." Parker watched as Kenna's car pulled away.

"Sooner or later they'll figure it out. They always do." Nate answered and headed back to his own apartment.

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The room was dark. His chest started to tighten and he started gasping for air. The bathroom light flicked on and Parker's silhouette stood in the doorway.

"Sorry…it got dark so quick with the storm coming." She walked to the side of his bed.

"Another one."

"Yeah. Tornado warnings and everything." She handed him a glass of water and two pills. "Just over the counter stuff. Kenna said." He nodded and he took them.

"Is she still here?"

"No. She said goodbye."

"You have to find her." Eliot whispered.

"I know where she is."

"The weather, it's getting bad?"

"Wind and rain. Some thunder. Why?"

"When she was five, she got caught in a F3 tornado. Her mom was gone and her brother's and sister's weren't old enough to be taking care of each other. The storm hit fast and hard and it took days to find her. That's one of the reasons why Jodi became friends with her. She was fascinated by the fact she lived though a tornado." The pain was making him woozy and he wasn't sure he could keep awake. "Get her Parker. She shouldn't be alone." He passed out again.

"Alec…call Kenna…tell her to come back."

"Is it bad?" Hardison came in the room.

"She's terrified of storms. Eliot said she needs to come here." Parker took a deep breath to calm herself. She needed to stay focused. Sometimes when things got out of hand she lost control and right now she needed to keep it together for Kenna…and for Eliot.

"She's not answering her phone." Hardison told Parker.

"The ear bud. Maybe she still has it in." Parker went to the lap top sitting on Eliot's table and activated the bud. "Kenna…Kenna are you there."

"Parker…oh God…I…the sky got dark and then I heard the warnings and I guess I lost track of where I was going."

"Okay we'll get you back here, just hold tight."

"Where is she?" Eliot asked from the door way. He looked like hell and was barely standing against the door frame.

"She doesn't know." Parker looked at Hardison and then at Eliot. Eliot held out his hand. Parker went to the counter and got him an ear bud and he put it in.

"Kenna…"

"You should be in bed."

"How do you know I'm not?"

"Because you're breathing hard and your pulse rate is though the roof." He could hear the fear in her voice.

"You need to calm down darlin' we're going to get you back here. Where's your phone?"

"I think it's in my bag, in the car."

"Okay. You're not in your car?"

"No, I got out and ran into a building…I'm in the basement." Hardison looked at Eliot.

"It must have died because I can't get a lock on it."

"Get a lock on it!" Eliot spat out. "Take it easy kid, we're coming to get you."

"You need to lie down…you're going to tear your stitches."

"Okay for once in your life stop worrying about me and start thinking about the things you saw on when you were driving." Eliot looked at Nate. No words were needed as Nate grabbed his keys and headed out the door. "Nate's on his way to his car. Hardison is going to hack into your GPS on your car and were going to find you."

"At least go lay down." Eliot chuckled.

"Darlin' I will sit down but if I lay down we're both in for some dead air, 'cause I will pass out." He walked to his big recliner and sat down. Parker silently checked his dressing.

"I guess you had to tell them another one of my gruesome childhood antidotes?"

"You bet. They didn't believe a girl as strong as you would be afraid of a little thunder." He heard her laugh out loud.

"It isn't the thunder that'll kill ya."

"Okay tell me your route. Close your eyes and picture it." She was quiet for a full moment and Eliot almost broke into her thoughts but then she started talking.

"I was parked at the end of the block. I got in and drove straight down Roosevelt. Then I took a left on Hampshire…"

"Okay left on Hampshire." Eliot knew that Nate had his ear bud in to but repeating it made him feel a little better so he could picture it in his own head.

"I went passed the big Kroger's on Hampshire and that's when the news bulletin broke in. I didn't turn again till….Oregon."

"You're doing great. Left or right on Oregon?"

"Right. No….left because I crossed traffic. I drove blind after that." Eliot swallowed hard and flinched. The end of Oregon was the biggest, badest gang stomping ground Boston had. If there was anything left of Kenna's car for Nate to find he was walking in to some dangerous territory. Eliot needed a plan. A really good plan. He wasn't the planner. Nate was. Nate was silent. The silence told him he didn't know what to do anymore then Eliot did. This could get really, really messy.