(A/N: And here's an update on this! I know it took forever and well, I'm just doing this for me anymore. lol Sara needs to be happy. But anyway! Hope you guys enjoy! I know I did when I wrote this part! As soon as I heard this song I thought of this scene. :D )

Minding my own business, trying not to think
Bartender came on over with a shot of his best
Said this one's from the lady in the long black dress
She came waltzing round the corner
"Anybody sittin' here?"
Started takin' off her glasses and lettin' down her hair
I said, "thank you for the drink ma'am, how'd you know my brand?"
She said, "there's certain things a woman can tell about a man"

Four months . . . Since Eliot had last seen her. He hated that she had slipped away when he slept that night. Thought he'd be able to stop that, but no. She was silent when she wanted to be. But four months . . . It made him worried.

The con him and his team right before that night with Sara, he had sung for the con. Otherwise his guitar would not have been in his hotel room. It must have been fate that it set up like that, cause now he knew even more about Sara. Was even more addicted to her, the mystery of her.

He took a deep breath as he took a drink, as Hardison droned on about the next job. He didn't want to be here. In fact wanted to look for Sara. He couldn't get her off his mind. He may have been with other girls, but it was no longer the same. No longer just harmless fun in between or on the jobs.

Sara was haunting him. Even her voice. Especially his dreams. He wanted to see her again. For several reasons. But one of the big ones was because he was beginning to be worried.

"What's on your mind?" Sophie leaned in and whispered. Of course she was sleek and beautiful as always in a simple black power suit.

He blinked and straightened in his chair. He frowned and shook his head, not wanting to talk about it.

"Eliot . . . You're not paying attention . . ." She commented, tilting her head to look at him even more closely.

His pale blue eyes narrowed as he growled out his displeasure, even turned away from her. Her own narrowed as she stared at him, planning on weaseling it out of him.

Suddenly Parker nearly threw herself down next to him, chirping while shoving something sweet and junky in her mouth, "He's thinking 'bout that mutant girl."

His eyes briefly widened at her outing him, then glared hard at the blonde theif. Which was oblivious to his death glare, but now Sophie's eyes were staring at him harder, wishing he'd tell her what was on his mind. "Eliot . . ." She softly pressed, which only made him growl.

"Excuse me for interrupting . . . But would you like to do all this? Meaning like, all the things I'd have to do to get this running . . . The research, the hacks . . . ." Hardison ranted, glaring at them.

It was then Nate cleared his throat loudly and snapped his fingers. "Hardison . . ."

Alec Hardison gave one final glare at them, and continued. Eliot now even more pissed and growlier than usual, knowing Sophie was going to press any chance she got. They got through with the meeting and took their places and began the work for the con.

The Con was going as planned, he thought with a smirk, his glasses making his pale blues more intense than before. His shoulder length hair was tied back since he was in his grifter garb. He just got done talking to the mark, Sophie leading him away that he strode to the available bar. He stood between the chairs as he waited for the bartender to come to him. When he did, he ordered a Bourbon on the rocks for now. It wasn't his particular, but he wanted to stay somewhat in character.

It was a few moments later that the chatter in his com kind of died down in his ear that the bartender came back but with a glass of amber liquid with ice in his hand. His brow shot up in question as he sat it down before him. The bartender tipped his dark haired head to the right, "From the lady in the long black dress." The bartender smirked, his eyes twinkling with mirth and envy. He was a polite young gentleman, one that picked up girls on the regular if he wanted with his good looks and charm.

Eliot looked over curiously, his eyes already eating up the curvy form of the young woman. A slender creamy leg was poking out of the slit in the long black dress, the form relaxed and confident. Her face turned away as she talked and laughed with the art collector. He debated on taking her back to his hotel room, but knew it wouldn't be the same. Not since Sara. He would have to turn her down. Sighing, he waited til she came to him. He didn't have to wait for very long.

Taking another long pull of his drink, that he saw her waltzing round the corner, to ask cooly, "Anybody sitting here?" He grunted an answer as he nursed his drink. In his peripheral vision he saw her take her slim glasses off, and let down a long black curtain of hair. So long it was just touching her apple shaped bottom. It curled ever so slightly at the swell of it. He swallowed, he always was a sucker for long hair. Heart hammering, he turned to look at her to begin to let her down easy when he realized who she was.

"Sara?" He breathed in astonishment.

Her sapphire hues sparkled with amusement and warmth at him, her lips curving in a seductive smile. "Shhh . . ." She regarded him with hooded eyes. "Jessina Lovett . . . A pleasure to meet you . . . ?"

Eliot instantly picked up what she was doing and smirked. Staying in character; two can play that game. He answered easily, "Roger Wolfe darlin'. The pleasure is all mine." He took her hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it. It seemed to please her, which in turn pleased him. He was honestly shocked to see her here. They were far from New York. But another thing that shocked him was the way she looked. She looked . . . absolutely stunning. He didn't even recognize her at first which was saying something for him.

He picked up the glass of whiskey and asked with a teasing smirk, "So how'd you know my brand?"

Laughter lit up her eyes as she picked up her own glass. "There's certain things a woman can tell about a man."

It was at that moment that the chatter in Eliot's ear turned toward him. "Who's Eliot talking to?" Sophie's cool voice inquired.

"I can't tell in the cameras . . ." Hardison's cool low voice sounded.

A passing blonde cocktail waitress swept by them and he knew he was caught and somewhat growled at the violation of privacy. And it looked like Sara was trying to hold back laughter. She licked her lips, his pale eyes catching the gesture and his whole body, especially his lower half tensed and hardened. He watched her slim fingers touch the cup of her ear, that smirk still very apparent. He caught on what she was trying to say. She could hear them. Figures, he thought to himself. He almost forgot that she was a clone of the Wolverine. Of course she could hear them. He closed his eyes, his lips in a tight line as he heard Parker nearly chirp out, "It's Sara! The mutant girl!" She giggled softly. Eliot shot a hot glare her way, but she just shrugged it off and continued on.

Sara looked at him with raised eyebrows. Her silent question of, They know of me?

Eliot rolled his eyes and nodded. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Had to do some research on you, you made it difficult though."

She giggled softly and nodded again. "Of course you did. But did you think I'd make it easy for you?" Her brows rose, so that she tacked on a silent message. Easy for anyone?

And of course the team, the ones who could talk, erupted in noisy chaos of questions and jumping to conclusions. Hardison: "What the hell? Is any other mutants about?" He asked nervously. Parker: "I wonder what she's doing here?" Nate: "Probably here to steal something." Parker: A Gasp, then, "Really? Maybe we can be friends!?" Hardison: "Girl, hell to the NAH! You do not want to be mixed up with mutant craziness. Uhhhuh! They can do some crazy shit!" Sophie: "Hey, some of the greatest grifters and thieves have been mutants! No hate Hardison! I'm sure that this Sara is a lovely girl!"

It was at this time that Eliot had enough of the chit chat and pulled the small clear com out of his ear. But not before he heard Hardison say, "Oh yes! A lovely Wolverine clone! I ain't getting shredded woman!" He turned it off, so Sara didn't have to listen to it anymore either, putting it in his pocket.

Looking back to her, he saw she was trying not to laugh. He glared half heartedly at her, which only made her erupt in laughter. He smiled, for it was good to hear her laugh. He took another pull from his drink, when she leaned close to him to say in a sultry voice, "Slide over and kiss me, I got more than whiskey in mind." His eyes widened and he couldn't help but feel his heart thumping in his chest with excitement. Playing it cool, he slid over and pressed his lips to her own. She responded immediately to his kiss. And just like that, he started getting dizzy from the kiss and the liquor on her lips. It was a heady mix that left him buzzing. He knew right then and there, that he'd be forever addicted to her. Would always want her despite of what she was and what would most likely follow her for the rest of her life. He didn't care and knew he'd always want her, would always care.

Sara gently and relucantly pulled away from him, but still she tried to keep in contact with him. Her hand was on his shoulder, the other curling at his waist. Her eyes were hazy with desire as she looked up at him. If he wasn't hard from their kiss, he definitely was now. He swallowed, her smile seductive and knowing. Her hand slid down his arm and took hold of his hand and gently pulled him away from the bar, through the small crowd wandering through the gallery, and into a small alcove then down a hallway. Sara's head cocked slightly for a second as she continued to move down the hallway with him in tow. After a second, Sara opened one of many doors and slid into the darkness of it's depths. She closed the door, but the window in it let some of the light from the hallway.

After ten seconds, Eliot's eyes adjusted to the darkness and reached for her, his hands sliding over her waist and glided over the soft material of her dress over her ass. His mouth found hers, and they were both hungry for each other as they both dueled for dominance. It wasn't like the time in the alley, where she needed an outlet, a release for her anger. This was different. She wanted him and the way she was kissing him, wanted him bad. Four months to long.

Groaning softly, he pushed her back into something. Whatever it was, it landed right up against the high part of her bottom. Pulling back slightly, he spread kisses and nips down her jaw line down to her neck, only to pick her up and set her small but heavy frame on whatever they bumped into. Most likely a table. It earned her a gasp, along with a shudder as he caressed up her thighs, her dress splitting easily thanks to the slit made into it. Grinning like a hungry wolf, he spread her dress as far as it would go, then bunched it about her hips. Only to discover she wore a dark pretty booty short panties. It only made his mouth water as he looked her over.

Eliot's eyes gleamed in the dim light that shined in. He definitely looked like a predator ready to devour her. She swallowed, goosebumps popping up all over her skin. He got down on his knees like some guy worshiping her, his mouth already working over her thighs in massages with his hand and his mouth with kisses and bites. It left her shivering with anticipation, desire already spiraling down her veins and straight to her core. "Eliot!" She cried out softly when his mouth reached her heated core, her hands already moving to cup his head as she squirmed. Despite her panties, they offered hardly any resistance to his insistent tongue and mouth. And within seconds they disappeared into his pocket with his quick hands. "OH! SWEET JESUS!" She cursed after a particular assualt to her sensitive clit. His hair tangled in her fingers, her nails gently scoring his scalp as he teased and tortured her.

With his skilled mouth, it didn't take long for her to get close. "Mmmm so close, I can taste it darlin' . . ." He rumbled softly, making her shudder in his grip. His one hand moved, she could feel his rough hand glide over her thigh as two of his fingers slid inside her depths. She moaned something intelligible, but it turned into a cry of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her.

He let her bundle of nerves go with his teeth as he recognized the familiar sound of her claws shooting out of her knuckles. Smirking, he gently pulled his curled fingers out of spasming sheath and lapped her clean, making her already quivering thighs shudder, sending her dress pooling into her lap.

Swallowing, Sara's hands reached out to his hips when he stood, her caressing fingers stopped then, her head lifting up. She even looked like a predator listening, but only Eliot saw that, others would think she was staring into space.

A second later, Parker opened the door and stuck her head in. "I found him! Eliot! Come on!" Parker practically hissed. Not even bothering to ask what they were doing.

His face now back in his usual scowl, he dug out his com and pushed it back in his ear, only for voices to barrage him.

"Clearly unprofessional . . . Doing the nasty is what they were doing." Hardison's clear annoyed voice came across loud and clear. Then Parker, even if she was right there, looking at them. "No . . . They still have their clothes on." She said with a frown, as if she was hoping to catch them in a compromising position. "Parker . . . You don't always . . ." Sophie tried softly, but Nate stopped her. "Ehh! Come on guys! Back to the Con. Come on Eliot, Sophie needs ya."

"Right . . ." Eliot growled, making a face at his lover, which only wore a satisfied amused grin. He kissed her quickly and followed Parker, but what he didn't realize is that he now had a follower. It only took three steps for him to realize that it was Sara, which was saying something. She was so damn quiet, even in heels, but the heels eventually gave her away.

Eliot's brow rose and he slowed his step. "What do you think you're doing?" He growled softly.

She kept up with him easily, smirking that damn rattlesnake smile. He knew she was up to something. "You think you're gonna have all the fun? No way. Gonna see this bad ass crew of yours and help where I can."

Before he could say anything, Parker had stopped that they practically ran into her. "Oh! This will be fun!" Her eyes were wide with devious excitement. She gasped softly. "Sara! Wanna steal something with me?!"

Eliot groaned at Parker, shaking his head at this. Hardison was right along with his thoughts, for he could hear him yelling his displeasure. "Parker! Ohmygod! Woman! You did not just say that? For the love that is holy. . ."

"Guys you know we don't really let outsiders in." Nate chimed, but then Parker, "Oh come on! It'll be fun! We've let Tara in!" Sophie's cool voice then sounded through. "She could help us. She has potential." Mean while Eliot just glared.

"Guys!" Nate growled. "We will talk about it when we get back." He wasn't to happy that they were arguing rather working on the con.

Sara dark hues kept skirting over Parker to Eliot. His disapproving glare only made her smile. She knew he only wanted to keep her safe but she wanted to prove her worth. He would see.

"Come on!" He growled, and rushed them through the building.
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Pain radiated from the back of her head as she awoke. She lifted her head, only to see nothing. Her hands were even bound to the chair she was uncomfortably sitting in. She knew she wore a blindfold for she could see a dim line of light at the edge of whatever covered her vision. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Her voice rang out in the cool room that she was in. But there was no answer. Her heart beginning to pound, she wondered where she was. She didn't like not being able to reach her team. She didn't even know if she was even really alone. She couldn't really hear anything except her own breathing and pounding heart. Her throat worked as she tried to calm herself. She's been in positions like this before and worked her way out of them, but she never was really blind folded.

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The small group was definitely not happy and looking grim as they stared at the monitors. They lost a team member and Hardison was desperately trying to find her. All they could do was sit and wait. Parker was sitting on the couch next to Eliot, her leg bouncing crazily as she ate some dry cereal. Eliot's jaw was tense as he watched Hardison try to figure out how she was taken, and where they took her. Nate was pacing the floors with a strong drink in hand. The dark haired girl sat on the other side of a brooding Eliot. Her dark blue eyes took everything in that Hardison was pulling up on the screens. After a moment of what felt like forever, Hardison finally pulled up the security tapes on how she was taken. The tension was bad before, but now as they watched as their team mate was kidnapped, it was much worse. Even Parker's leg stopped bouncing and she stopped eating.

Sophie didn't even see it coming. Someone had come up behind her suddenly and chloroformed her. She struggled but only for a moment. And by the time Eliot realized that there was no chatter from Sophie, he was already to late. She was dragged away.

"Bastards." Hardison said, his fingers making quick work on the keyboard as he brought up another screen to see where they took her. He enlarged the still image he took of to see the car license plates. "It's something." He began doing his research. It wasn't to much longer that he had a small lead.

"So they took her." Nate spoke up, moving in front of them. "This will be really tricky but we can do this. They know our faces but we've worked with that before."

It was then that Sara chimed in. "If you can get me to the main guy, I can get her out myself." She said it confidently, easily like it was nothing.

Nathan Ford looked at Sara as if she was crazy. He took in her face, and after a brief moment, he murmured, "Alright. Let's see what you can do." It left Hardison reeling and muttering, but with a scowl from Nate and Eliot, he dropped his head and grumbled, "Alright. Let the mutant girl kill us all." And began working on setting it up.

Now do you like the hard kick of old Kentucky Bourbon
Or the slow burn of Tennessee Rye
Just when I thought I lost her in petty conversation
She said slide over and kiss me
I got more than whiskey in mind - Christian Kane's Whiskey in mind