AN; This chapter contains Michael and Nate wrumpage, Also this story is a Work in progress. I've been working on other stories and lost track of this story. Sorry for the long overdue update.

The room was always left dark, which made it hard to know what time of day it was. He could bet they were there twenty-fore hours- and moved once, to make the video for his mother. From what Michael could tell there was other people working, other then Ruth, Management, and the other two men. After the camera was shut off and the dim light turned back on, Michael felt the chair he was tied to tip over and break. He screamed out in pain, but that earned him a swift kick in between the lags. Ruth looked down at him, and kicked him in the chest. The force of the kick knocked the wind out of him, and caused him to cough up some blood. Threw his blurred vision he could see Nate laying on the floor, Stan stood over him with his foot on Nate's throat. Every time Nate screamed out-he'd press harder, Mike knew Stan was pressing the steal toe of his boot into his brother's windpipe. It Made him think of the rope burns on his neck, from when they dragged him into this smaller room to make the video.

"Ruth, why are you doing this?" Michael heard Nate shout.

She looked over in Nate's direction and said. "AW Nathan, our marriage was knell and void." She grabbed a clump of Michael's hair, pulled his head up then smashed it down on to the ground. Then walked over to Nate bent down and said. "Besides Stan is a better lover then you." Then she was gone.

He looked up when he felt a hand grip a clump of his hair again, it was Management. "I know what you were trying to do Michael, very clever giving mommy a clue as to where you were."

"I wasn't." That earned him another kick in the chest, this time by Management. "Hey if you want me to work for you someday, stop kicking me."

"I'm trying to spare you, but you tried escaping once already, and I won't have that. So pull another stunt like that, you won't be so lucky." He gave Michael a hard kick in the back of the head then left.

Michael saw Nate struggle under the weight of Stan's boot. "Stop you're killing him." Michael's scream came out sounding more like a croak.

This got Stan to stop, but he walked over to Michael and started in on him. The former spy just lay helpless as the man punched him everywhere on his already battered body. Ok he did give his mother a clue as to where they were. When they had the light on getting ready to make the video, Michael noticed carved initials on the far wall. In fact the wall was covered with them, but by the left-bottom end of the wall had been the initials 'MW& SR. Michael knew whose they were. For the first time since becoming a spy he let himself remember his past, but only that one time. It was also the one thing he'd always be grateful to his mother for, because she never told his father about being picked up by the cops along with Sara Reynolds. Frank had been on a drinking binge, and his mother had picked Michael and Sara up at the police station.

Michael was brought back to reality when he felt the heat of a match being brushed along his neck. The match traced a line down the middle of his chest, burning his hair. Michael gasped as the match moved to his left peck. Stan put the match out on Michael's nipple, then left the room when his name was called.

Michael looked over at his brother, who was laying way too still. "Nate!" When he didn't respond Michael called him again. As he did this his vision got hazy and darkness soon set in.

Nate heard Michael but didn't have the strength to answer. He looked over and watched with overpowering sadness as his brother's eyes closed, and his body became limp. He tried moving over to Michael. It was a small room so he didn't have to move far, but it was still a struggle, moving with his hands and feet tied together, and being in such mind-jarring pain. When he was close enough he placed his ear close to Michael's mouth-checking for breathing, it was shallow and he was struggling to breath. Nate rested his chin on the side of his brother's neck checking for a pulse, there was one but it was weak.

"Michael, I'm getting us out of here." He whispered as he looked around the room, for something to untie himself.

He found a knife that someone left behind in the middle of the room. He inched closer until his hands were able to move it. He positioned it so it was straight up, and started rubbing the rope on the sharp edge. Nate felt blood seeping threw a wound in his wrist, caused by the knife, but he kept going. Every so often he checked Michael who was in and out of conciseness mumbling incoherently. He also watched the door hoping no one would enter, and catch him in the act of escaping.

As he felt the ropes loosen he heard Michael talking, so he started asking his brother questions.

"Michael, what's my name?" Ok they were simple questions, but Nate needed to know if Michael was still with him.

"Nate." He said but it came out sounding like nit.

"Ok good." Nate said finely feeling the rope fall from his wrists.

He brought his hands in front of him, and shook out his arms, then he untied his feet. Feeling stiff Nate moved over to Michael and untied him, careful not to hurt him. When he was finished removing the ropes Nate checked his brother, looking at his bruised and beaten body made him sick. How could this be happening to them?

Nate tried to kneel on his knees then straighten his body, but felt light headed. He felt a sharp pain his both his lags causing him to lay down. He'd been kicked in the shins and it still hurt, when the pain passed he got back up. He waited a minute letting the pain subside before getting to his feet. That was the biggest mistake he'd ever made in his life-Nate soon realized-as the pain soared threw him. He leaned against wall biting his lower lip, keeping himself from screaming. He moved slowly along the edge of of the room until he was at the wall closet to Michael, that made him closer to the door too.

"Nate?" The younger man looked down to see his brother was regaining consciousness.

"I'm over here." He said leaning down to rest a hand on Michael's arm. "Do you think if I help you, you can sit up?"

"You can't get us out threw the door, they have someone watching."

Nate looked around the room and noticed the window on the far wall. He picked up his brother the bedt he could and moved him-slowly and carefully-across the room. The window was a ten by ten frame, unnoticeable to anyone because it was covered in dirt. He leaned his brother against the wall while he tried pushing on the window, it wouldn't budge. He felt around for a lock but whatever had at one time locked it was now gone, He felt around the edges but they'd been painted shut.

"Michael?" He asked looking down at his brother. "Are you still with me?"

"Yes."

He looked around for something to break the glass. When he finally found a small pipe he leaning against the wall he picked it up and smashed it heard against the window. The glass shattered and Nate pushed out the shards, until they were all gone. His hand was bloody but he ignored it as he picked up Michael and tried pushing him out the window. With some help from the former spy Nate was able to get Michael half way up onto the ledge. He thought he had it when the door burst opened and there was a gun fired. Nate fell to the floor with a sharp pain in his right shoulder. He watched helplessly as his brother was dragged away from the new hole Nate made, and thrown to the ground. The young man tried to reach out to his brother who was only a few inches from him, but they already had his arms tied behind him.

"You thought both of you could escape." He heard the old man say.

He felt more pain course threw his body as fists and feet pounded down on him, and his vision became hazy. Nate wondered if Sam, Fi, and his mom would save them as everything went dark.