Hardison's POV
"Eliot you there?" Hardison mumbled into the coms, his voice was almost unaudible.
"I'm here. Do you have anything on Parker?" He asked.
"No but I'll call Nate," at that moment a woman came into the room. "Standby," he mumbled to Eliot. "What do you want from me," Hardison growled to the woman.
"I want to know why you did it," The woman said. Her voice sounded familiar but he couldn't quite figure out who it was. That is until she turned around. Hardison couldn't believe it.
"Penny?" he breathed.
"Hardison." she replied. He tried to get up but the cuffs pulled him back. Penelope just stared at him with pure dissapointment on her face.
"You think I did this don't you," he breathed, it wasn't a question he knew the answer. She just stared at him for about a minute in awkward silence. This is not how he thought his reunion with his teacher/best friend of over ten years would be.
"Why did you do it?" she asked. Hardison's body filled with rage.
"I don't know maybe I hate my life or I just decided that it would be fun," he said sarcastically. "But of course thats what you want me say," he continued. "I'm sorry, Penelope, thats not gonna happen because I didn't do it, we didn't do it." Penelope stared at him for a long while before letting out a defeated sigh.
"You're just making it harder on yourself," she told him.
"Wait," he called after her. Penelope turned around with hope in her eyes, probably thinking that he would say something that would help them. "I get a phone call."
Paris, France
Ring...Ring...Ring…
Nate groggily opened his eyes to the sound of his phone ringing. Slowly he reached for his phone and answered it just in time.
"Hello?" he groaned.
"Nate? Its Hardison."
"Hardison why are you calling me at this hour? Its nine hour difference remember?" Nate looked at his alarm clock to see it was 5:12 am.
"I know, I know but its an emergancy."
"What happened," Nate was worried now, they almost never called for help so this was serious.
"We've been framed for eight murders all over the country and most of them are people we knew or I knew," Hardison explained. Nate studied his words very carefully, there was something that Hardison wasn't telling him.
"What else," Nate asked. Hardison let out a long sigh.
"Parkers gone man." he chocked on his words. Nates breath caught.
"Did she take off or something," Nate knew the answer but hoped he was wrong.
"She's dead Nate. She stopped breathing long before paramedics got there," Hardison broke into sobs while Nate held back tears, for both their sakes.
"We're on our way. Where are you?"
"Seattle."
"Alright we'll be there as soon as possible," Nate hung up the phone an let a tear fall down his cheek. He couldn't imagine the young blonde laying motionless in a casket, all of her perkiness and light gone forever. Parker was like a daughter to him in a lot of ways, so losing her was almost like losing Sam. Tears fell freely down his face now. I need a drink, he thinks and makes his way to the bar.
