The Retrieval Of
Kenna Shane Spencer
Remember Me
Saturday
Boston
"You know he's got to be watching us." Hardison sat next to Eliot at the table.
"I know." Eliot looked at the footage for the third time and shook his head. "He's got us by the ball sack and he knows it." He looked at the possible jobs that Kenna might do for Moreau.
"She wouldn't do anything that would take more than five or six people." Hardison knew that much.
"She doesn't like to tell people how to do things so she does them herself. The crew she's working with will be the best." Eliot flipped back a few shots and looked at the woman running the show at the bank heist. "We fought for days before she left."
"Eliot…"
"She told me not to go after Moreau." He looked at the screen. "She made me choose. If I went after him she was taking Faith and leaving. Every hitter worked for Moreau at one time or another but she knew that I was his golden boy for too many jobs. She knew after San Lornenzo that he'd be gunning for me no matter how invisible I was to him."
"This isn't your fault man." Hardison looked at his friend. "This is nobody's fault."
"If I had gone after him and let her walk away…"
"No, don't even go there." The hacker shut the screens down. "Kenna would never do that. She would never leave you…leave us."
"I got her kidnapped Hardison. Me. My daughter is without her mama because I fucked up."
"No one sees it that way Eliot. Not Kenna, not Faith, no one."
"I blame myself." Nate came in.
"Don't. That kind of bull shit will only mess with your head. Moreau needed someone to get his fortune back. He got what he needed and he would have gotten it no matter what we did. He's Damien Moreau Eliot. He gets what he wants when he wants it. It was just fate that you and Kenna we're fighting."
"You really believe that Nate."
"You forget we we're all in your head that night Eliot. We heard you talking to her at the party. You weren't fighting." Nate put his hands in his pocket and looked at the two younger men. "If anyone is to blame it's me. I should have let you take him out at the air field."
"You had your reasons."
"No, I had to be in control and I screwed up. Now I want to make it right." He grabbed the file on the desk. "Let's see where we would hit next." Hardison turned back on the monitors.
"I have half a dozen possibilities. A bank in Dubai and art exhibit in London are our best bets. But we have a jewelry exhibit in Milan, a diamond show in Kavalla, Greece, banks in Dublin, Paris and Milan. "
"Milan." Both Nate and Eliot said at once.
"Okay then." Hardison pulled up the plans for the bank. Parker came up behind them. "The jewelry exhibit or the bank?"
"Both. It's a twofer." Parker looked at the screen. "Pull up the bank." She looked at it. "I've been in that bank. It has a Ledged safe and alarm system."
"Hardison…bring up those heist again." Nate looked at the list. "She's hitting places that you've all hit before. The museums, the diamond exchanges, the banks, you've all hit them before."
"She's sending us a message." Eliot shook his head. One weekend not to long before she disappeared they had all sat around the poker table, drinking and bragging about past heists. "Well we know where she's gonna be how the hell are we going to get there without Moreau knowing."
"We get arrested." Nate dialed his phone.
"Wha..what?" Hardison swallowed hard.
"If we're in jail…we can't go find Kenna." Parker looked at her boss.
"That's what we need Moreau's men to believe." Nate smiled. "Detective Captain Bonanno please." Eliot shook his head. This was so crazy it could almost work. Sophie came down the steps with Faith.
"Daddy…." The little girl squealed and ran to her father. "I tooks a great nap. Sophie said." Eliot picked her up.
"Good job baby." She took his face in both hands and kissed him.
"Can I have some ice cream?"
"No but you can have an apple." He let her down and she went to the basket on Nate's counter that held the apples.
"We're going to bring Kenna home to her Eliot." Sophie told him.
"Yeah, I know." Eliot smiled. "Let me cut that for you darlin'." He went to help his daughter and hoped they were going to pull it off.
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Switzerland
"You can have an extra man for this, if you need one." Damien looked at the screen in front of him.
"I'm good. Philip said he'd man the van. I just need Nelson and Patrick." She hated being second guessed by anyone but being second guessed by an evil heartless wretch of a man really made her blood boil.
"You mess this up and you'll pay dearly."
"You fuck with my family, Damien, I will slit your throat."
"Do you talk to your son with that mouth?"
"You know I have done everything you asked so threatening my family at this point is moot."
"So then I can count on you to get the job done right then." Kenna stood.
"Three more jobs Damien. Then I'm done and whatever you have over my husband goes away and I get my life back." The older man smiled.
"A promise is a promise."
"If you break it, it will be the last thing you do." Kenna stormed out of the room and up to her own. Maria smiled at her and she nodded.
"He's asleep."
"Thank you. Tomorrow we head to Milan. Pack light, we'll only be gone a day."
"Yes ma'am." The younger woman smiled. "Have a good night."
"Thanks." Kenna watched the nanny leave. Then she went to check on her son. He was snoring lightly. She stroked his hair. The little boy was perfect. Kenna slid down the wall and sat on the floor next to her son's crib. Closing her eyes she remembered the night he was conceived.
(Flashback)
March 15, 2013
"You can't pull the red wire, Kenna; I told you that." Eliot said through clenched teeth.
"I know, Eliot and I can't pull the blue wire or it will disengage the red wire so back off for about a minute and let me think."
"Kenna, you don't have a minute." Glaring up at him she didn't flinch as she cut the yellow wire. "You're a witch, you know that." Kenna stood and took her knife from her pocket and cut the bomb from her husband. He stood and kissed her. "Thank you."
"Anytime cowboy."
"Let's get out of here." He grabbed her hand and they headed to the safety of the truck. The ride back to the apartment was quiet. The bad man they had taken down had tried to kill them all and it had taken a toll on the teams relationships. Eliot and Kenna's especially. They had both been put in the line of fire way too often lately. "You okay darlin'?" Eliot pulled into the garage. Nodding she waited till he put the truck into park befor she moved across the seat and kissed him hard. She tore at his jacket and shirt needing to feel his body next to her. "Hey, baby, take it easy." He pulled her back. The look in her eyes told him that easy wasn't going to be an option. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back down to him kissing her fiercely.
"Don't stop Eliot." She moaned against his lips. He wouldn't but it was gonna be tricky even for them in the front of the truck.
"Maybe we should take this upstairs." He felt her hands undoing the button of his jeans. "Or not." He flipped the steering wheel up and pushed the seat back without breaking the kiss. He felt her warm hands on his hard length and moaned again. "You are a witch." Kenna silenced him with her tongue intertwining with his. Eliot moved his hands to her ass and pulled down her pants just enough for him to enter her. He took her hard and fast and neither on had cared about anything other than mutual satisfaction. When it was over Kenna collapsed on top of him clinging to him.
"I don't what I would do if I lost you."
"I ain't going anywhere darlin'." He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. "Not now, not ever." He whispered. Kenna knew that he wasn't lying to her. He would always be there when she needed him.
(Present)
"He is going to love you so much Chance." Kenna whispered.
"Kenna?" Philip's voice came through the heavy oak door. She wiped her tears and stood.
"Yeah, Philip, what is it?"
"Can I come in?" Kenna opened the door.
"It's late."
"I know. I just want to make sure you have everything for the job on Monday."
"I'm pretty sure I got it all." She leaned against the door. "Maybe a couple of more det cords, just to be on the safe side."
"I can do that. How's Chance doing?"
"He's sleeping. Maria is good with him. Thank you."
"She has orders to take him to the states if anything happens to us." He reached out and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "She has no loyalty to Moreau."
"Good, thank you again for finding her."
"Eliot is a lucky man." He looked at her, his green eyes full of something Kenna hadn't seen in a very long time.
"Yeah, I'm pretty lucky myself. " Kenna took a deep breath. "I should go…we have an early day tomorrow."
"Yeah. We'll talk tomorrow." She shut the door and ran to the bathroom and emptied her stomach. It had been a long time since she felt fear like this. Deep in the pit of her stomach it ate away at her. Fear for Chance. Fear for Eliot and Faith. Fear for Nate and the rest of the team. Hearing Chance start to fuss Kenna picked herself up and looked in the mirror. Eliot wouldn't recognize her even if he ran into her on the street. Her hair had been died brown and she had lost some weight. Pulling her hair back and brushing her teeth she felt a little better. Chance was ready to eat by the time she came back.
"Hey handsome. Sorry mama kept you waiting." She leaned over and picked up the baby. She pulled up her shirt and undid her bra. "This is my favorite time of night." She told the boy. "Your daddy used to come sit with your sister and me and sing. He's got such a beautiful voice." Chance looked at his mother with soulful eyes. "Your daddy's gene's are strong." Kenna knew the boy would have blue eyes. He was only six weeks old but some things a mother knows. She whispered stories of bravery and chivalry of a black knight riding a white horse coming to the rescue of a damsel who's love he carried in his heart from the time he was a boy. The child listened to the soothing sound of his mother's voice and was soon asleep.
"You weave a beautiful tale Kenna." Damien stood in the archway separating the nursery from her room.
"Stories from a woman who, until a few months, believed in fairy tale endings."
"I never thought of Spencer as anyone's hero."
"You know the man who thought he had no other choice than to take orders from a heartless bastard to survive."
"Eliot had plenty of choices back in the day. He just chose the fortune over his morals." He pushed himself off the door frame. "We leave for Milan at eight." The man looked at her. "Try and get some rest. You're looking a little…worse for wear."
"Thanks." She fought the urge to flip him off. He turned to leave but then turned back.
"His got innocent blood on his hands and for a woman like you I would think that would be a massive turn off."
"Eliot Spencer was more of a man when he was nine than you have ever been or ever will be Damien." Kenna laid her son in his crib and stood. "Please leave." She stood arms crossed looking him in the eyes. "I'm here to do a job and then I'm going home to my husband and daughter."
"A deal is a deal Kenna. Goodnight." Kenna knew Moreau to well. The sound of a lie leaving his lips always sounded the same. She went and took a shower and hoped a half hour under the scalding hot shower would take a few layers of filth off her.
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Boston
"Do you have the tickets?" Nate asked Hardison.
"Yeah, I got Eliot three leaving in the morning."
"Okay. You deleted that picture right?"
"Hell yeah, I ain't pullin' the pin on that grenade." Eliot came in and Hardison handed him three plane tickets. "Leaving first thing tomorrow morning."
"Thanks." Eliot pulled out his phone and dialed.
"McGarret." The voice on the other was clipped.
"I got a package comin' your way on the eight o'clock from Boston."
"I'll keep it till you get back."
"I trust you will."
"Don't hesitate to call if you find yourself backed into a corner."
"Thanks…for everything." Eliot curtly hung up. Nate looked at his hitter.
"You ready?" Eliot nodded.
"I said goodbye to Faith and tucked her in. Hunter and Amy will take care of her."
"Okay then…" Nate looked at the four other people in the room. "Let's go get arrested."
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The plan had been simple and for a half- assed plan. It turned out pretty well. Nate and the team broke into a downtown office building and for the first time in a very long time they set off an alarm. Eliot counted three black sedans over the course of the last few days parked in front of the bar. If he hadn't been lost in his own grief he might have noticed them sooner. They were there in the distance when Bonanno put the squeeze on them, watching as the mastermind, grifter, thief, hacker and hitter we're taken away in cuffs. They followed the two black SUV's and stopped a block up from the State Police Headquarters and watched as the five we're taken into the building. They called their boss.
"Nate Ford and his team we're arrested tonight." The dark haired man in the front sedan told the man on the other end of the line.
"How unfortunate for them. No court in their right mind would let such menaces out on bail." The man smiled on the other end. "Just keep me posted."
"Yes sir." The man hung up and looked at the building. He could blow it up and be rid of Ford and his crew but for some reason Damien had become obsessed with the plain wife of Eliot Spencer. They had spent weeks following them… just far enough behind them to be invisible. It wasn't an easy retrieval but they succeeded and now Kenna Spencer was working for their boss. He didn't like loose ends. And he didn't like Eliot Spencer. Taking care of things would be easy but Damien had been softening over the years and there would be a stiff penalty if Spencer and the others were taken out before his say so. Tonight wasn't the night. The man sat back and waited to see what his next move would be.
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"Maybe I should have taken Faith to Hawaii myself." Eliot looked across the table at Nate.
"Amy and Hunter won't let anything happen to her. Hunter is an ex-marine and Amy would die before she let anything happen to our little girl." Eliot smiled a little. Nate had taken to calling Faith 'our' little girl a lot lately. He didn't mind. They were a family and family belonged to each other. Nate, Sophie, Hardison and Parker would always be part of the little girl's life, no matter what.
"Then I guess we should be going." They had been snuck out the back entrance of the headquarters and Hardison had put tracking devices on the black cars so Bonanno could keep track of the hit men. Nate looked at his hitter.
"Just say the word and we can find another way to do this Eliot."
"Kenna's coming home one way or another Nate. If I have to go in and rip Moreau's heart out to get the job done, I will." Eliot had stifled his anger when there was any chance Faith might be within ear shot but now in the lounge of the airport in the middle of the night he could care less who heard him. "The man killed a dozen of Floras's men without batting an eye. Men who were bigger and stronger than him, Nate."
"Kenna has kicked some ass in her day Eliot; she can take care of herself."
"Then why the hell didn't she fight when they took her?" Nate reached into his wallet and took out a picture. He slid it across the table. It was Faith, blue eyes and wild hair, giggling for the camera. He took out another one…on the beach in Hawaii. Seven smiling faces on the happiest of days.
"This is why she's fighting now. This is why she didn't fight back then. Because Moreau is a bastard without a soul and he had men on us from the time he broke out of the prison cell in San Lorenzo. All he had to do was put us in front of a sniper rifle and she would do whatever he asked."
"Kenna has killed men for less." Eliot said through clenched teeth.
"But she's never had a reason to live." Nate put the pictures back in his wallet. "Your wife loves you and your daughter with everything she has Eliot. She would rather do Damien Moreau's dirty work and die then put either of you in harm's way." Nate handed Eliot a file. "Do you know this man?" Eliot opened the file.
"Philip Mc Closky. He was a government assassin for the CIA. We've done jobs in the past together and he's a cold hearted bastard. Makes Moreau looked like a Girl Scout."
"We think he's on Kenna's team. Hardison found him at three of the heists she's pulled."
"He's CIA, he wouldn't be working for Moreau unless…the CIA is backing Moreau or Mc Closky's gone rouge. Either way he's bad news." Nate handed him another file. Eliot looked at his boss. "Hardison's been busy."
"Hardison misses his best friend and wants him to find his wife." Eliot looked at the picture in the next file. He shook his head.
"Deacon Patrick is a fuck up. He was a wheel man for Moreau for a long time but that's about all he can do. Jack cars and drive like a son of a bitch. Other than that, he's nothing."
"Would Kenna know that?"
"Hell yeah, she almost got busted in Thailand because of his incompetence." Eliot remembers Kenna telling him that it was the first time she'd ever been close to being caught.
"So his screw up might get her caught?"
"If she gets caught she get's arrested…damn she's playing both sides against the middle. The little witch is gonna get herself killed." Eliot knew Kenna was smart but sometimes stupid stepped up to the plate and took over.
"She's smart Eliot. Kenna won't do anything without thinking it out." Eliot wasn't so sure. Kenna could think on her feet and plan a job as well as Nate but if emotion got in the way she made mistakes. He hoped the last few years of his discipline sunk in.
"Why didn't you show me this back at the apartment?"
"Because you would have wanted to rethink things. Knowing the players always makes you rethink things and right now I feel that the whole team needs to go with the emotional rescue on this one." Nate stood. "No one fights harder or plays dirtier when someone they care about is in harm's way." He looked at Eliot. "I became a thief because I lost Sam but I found a family because I became a thief. Sometimes you got to play both sides against the middle to survive." He patted Eliot on the back and handed him a phone. "Play this when we get on the plane. " Walking away Nate knew what he was doing, but damn it was going to hurt. He needed Eliot pissed. By the time the landed in Milan his hitter was going to be out for blood.
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