Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes, I'm not making any money writing this, etc,

This update features building 26 going down.

M for sexual innuendo and violence.

Thanks for all the reviews.

This first scene takes place before Noah visits Elle. It's out of order so consider it a flashback.

Conference Room, Building 26- Before Visiting Tracy's Cell

Ring.

Noah fishes inside his coat. He hand closes around his phone. Pulling it out he looks at the display.

'Excuse me,' he says. Standing he walks purposefully toward the door. The gathered agents watch him curiously.

'Bennet,' Danko calls out. Frowning he watches the bespeckled man continue silently toward the door.

Ignoring Danko, Bennet pulls the door open and steps into the hall. After wondering a few feet from the door, and making sure that no appears to be eavesdropping, Noah flips the phone open. Its high pitched ring finally ends.

'I told you not to call me here,' his voice gruff, annoyed.

Coolly Angela responds, 'There's been a new development.'

'What's so important it could not wait another hour or two, until I'm out of here?'

'Two days from now Danko is going to kill Tracy and Elle before you can stop him, I've seen it.'

While the words might have touched Noah once, the death of those two killers weighed against his Claire, meant nothing to him now, 'Angela there are more important things at stake here. While I have nothing against Tracy and Elle is. . . she's misguided but the child inside her it. . . We can't have another one like him.'

'Noah,' Angela's voice commanding, 'listen. If Elle and the baby die, the last vestiges of his humanity will slip away. He will destroy the world. I've seen that too. We must stop Danko from killing them.'

His exasperation clear, 'Things are arranged for two days from now. It won't be easy to remove Danko in that short a time or change the plan. There're too many moving parts right now for such a major change.'

'We don't have to really change much. Just go talk to Elle before you leave.'

Confused Noah asks, 'Why?'

'Because he will find you tonight.'

'Who?'

He listens to the silence on the other end.

'Sylar,' he finally says.

'Get him to kill Danko for us,' Angela states.

'Why not kill him?'

Angela's scoff sounds clearly through the phone, 'Because you'll die if you try that.'

Noah remains silent for a moment his thoughts drifting toward Claire. Exhaling hard Noah agrees, 'Fine. I'll see Elle before leaving. Anything else, Angela.'

'Bye, Noah.'

The line goes dead. Noah snaps the phone closed. Dropping it back in his pocket, he cast a glance toward the conference room door. Then he turns away. His steps take him down the hallway toward the holding area, and Elle.

Park Garage Below Building 26-Two Days Later

Noah Bennet glances about the deserted parking garage. A few scatted cars broke up the desolate concrete landscape. They rose from the pavement like multi-colored rock formations catching the last ray from a dying desert sun. Noah's hard eyes sweep the garage again, noting nothing. Looking down at his watch he feels a tap on his shoulder. Startled, he turns, with his hand reflexively gripping his gun.

Nothing.

His blue eyes dart quickly about the empty space behind him. Again, a gentle tap impacts against his shoulder. Spinning he pulls his gun free. Gripping it tightly he looks about the deserted parking garage.

Dark, gloating laughter with a slightly maniacal tint erupts behind him. Noah's muscles tense involuntary against the sound of madness and murder. Slower this time, he turns to again see nothing.

Then a familiar disembodies voice says, 'That look was so worth it, Noah. I thought you might die from fright.'

'Funny, Gabriel.'

'Oh, it is, Glasses. Ready?' the voice asks.

Swallowing the angry bile that suddenly rose into his throat, Noah grunts an affirmative. Then he walls quickly toward the stairway door that leads up into the building proper. His thoughts distracted. They keep returning to Claire, to what Angela said and to how much he detests the invisible monster accompanying him.

Building 26

Noah looks around the headquarters room. With years of training and physical condition, he walks quietly among the empty chairs and desks, with only the computers quite machine hum disrupting the silence. Noah stops outside Danko's office. A dim light shines underneath the closed door. Standing beside the door frame, Noah reaches out and raps strongly on the glass paned door.

'It's Bennet. There's been a new development you need to be aware.'

A brief silence followed by a rustlings sound like papers moving against each other, then Danko's voice, 'Come in.'

Bennet opens the door. Making a flourishing gesture with his hand Bennet indicates for Sylar to go inside.

His voice slightly hushed not knowing where Sylar was, 'Remember our deal.'

Then the door seems to close itself. Turning Noah heads back across the room toward the hallway that will led him to the general prisoner containment area. He tries to clear his thoughts. Tries to focus on what he is doing. Tries to push Claire from his mind.

Sylar steps into the spartanly furnished office, and pulls the door closed behind him. Danko sits behind a wooden desk. His gaze confused as he slips his hand below his desk. Smirking to himself, Sylar walks across the office. Slowly he sits in a leather chair across from Danko. Closing his dark eyes, Sylar lets the invisibility slip away from him. As it does, his eyes open and focus on Danko.

Danko's arm blurs as it rises from below his desk. A small dark semi-automatic pistol tracks toward Sylar. Flicking his writs idly Sylar rips the gun from Danko's white knuckled grip. The gun clatters harmlessly against the far wall. Then Sylar telekinetically pulls Danko to his feet.

'I've actually given some thought to this. Wither I want to hurt you first or just kill you,' Sylar states causally.

'Get stuffed, you disgusting sub-human thi-,' Danko's venomous words cut off as Sylar shifts his attention from lifting Danko up to squeezing his throat.

'Yes, yes. Bluff and bluster,' Sylar's word tried. Thoughts about how all his victims say the same things. They either beg him to stop or curse him as a monster. None of them understand how special his is or how special he is making them through their death.

Smiling happily Sylar informs Danko, 'Let me show you something I learned in Richmond.'

Sylar points his left index finger at Danko. The other man dissolves. His body implodes into a few handfuls of dust that scatter like cigarette ash across his desk.

'Interesting.'

Tilting his head Sylar feels that familiar tick, tick as his mind process what he just accomplished. His internal revelry interrupted by thoughts of Elle. Thoughts of his child within her.

Pushing himself to his feet, Sylar walks toward the door. A quick thought sends it clattering into the room beyond all twisted wood and broken glass. He steps across the threshold to find the room beyond still dark, with only the machine hum intruding on the quite.

'It's done,' his words stated to the air and the invisible presence that he suspects watches him.

The various computer monitors awake. White letters scroll across their black screens. Sylar watches the message with dark curious eyes.

RIGHT HAND DOOR, DOWN THE HALL, FIRST LEFT, SECOND RIGHT, METAL DOOR.

After the message runs its course, it begins again. Smiling Sylar starts toward the room's far right door. Thoughts about Elle and about what a nice power Rebel must have swirl about his head.

Tracy's Cell, Building 26

Elle sighed again. This place was so boring, now that Popsicle had stopped talking to her, again. The unbearable heat only made things worse. Plus it felt like forever since someone had brought her any water. Another sigh escapes her parched lips.

An unexpected metal and metal wrenching sound reverberates around the room. Elle's blue eyes snap to the door. The metal frame emits a fatigued groaning sound. Then it disappears with a clattering boom into the hall.

Elle stands. Pulse quickening, heart beating a hopeful fast beat, she steps toward the door. A familiar black clad figure appears silhouetted by the twisted metal doorframe.

Then she's running. Her arms slide around Sylar's neck. She starts kissing his lips, his face, his neck. She feels strong hands squeeze her hips, pulling her upward. Her feet push off the ground. Slim toned legs wrap around his taunt waist. Two strong hands grip her to him. Elle rests her head on his shoulder nuzzling, kissing his neck.

'You're wet,' his voice surprised.

'Hmm,' Elle hums against his throat, 'nice to see you too.'

She feels him shift her a little. Then his lips brush softly against her cheek.

Sylar whispers, 'I missed you.'

Twisting her head a little, Elle kisses his jaw. She tastes the wet saltiness of his skin. Her lips part as he turns into the kiss. His teeth catching her bottom lip, nipping gently. Releasing it, his tongue slips warm, hungry into her mouth. Pressing against him Elle moans into the kiss.

A haughty demanding voice interrupts their reunion, 'Hey, what's going on? Elle? Elle? What was that? I can't turn around.'

Reluctantly Elle pulls away their kiss, with her head coming to rest on his shoulder.

'Who's this?' she hears Sylar ask.

'Oh, it's just Popsicle,' Elle answers. Murmuring softly she tells him, 'She has a power.'

'Hmm.'

Elle hears what sounds like metal clatter against the concrete floor behind her. Then the sounds of movement.

'Thanks,' Tracy says.

'I'm going to put you down,' Sylar states softly.

Shaking her head Elle tightens her arms around his neck, however his hands release her. Elle feels her sweat slicked body slide down his torso until her feet touch the floor. Her wet hair plastered lankly to her head as she finally steps away from him. Elle notices the curious look he gives her like his dark eyes are looking for some new characteristic or feature. He blinks. His large hand reaches for hers. Softly he grips her hand. Then he pulls her toward the door.

'Hey, what about me?' Tracy calls after them.

'Just be glad you're alive, Popsicle,' Elle shouts as she follows Sylar into the hall.

Outside Building 26

Approaching his car Sylar squeezes Elle's hand. Pausing she turns to look questioning at him. Those clear blue eyes with their fake innocence mesmerize him. How could he ever thing of killing her?

'What?' her question causes him to look away. He turns slightly to look at the building they just escaped from. Gesturing for her to follow his gaze, his hand rises until it points at the building.

Index finger extended in that familiar gesture, and with a self satisfied pride he says, 'See my new trick?'

The building seems to shimmer for a moment. Then the frame starts falling inward. A slight whooshing the only sound as Building 26 dissolves. It disappears into dust, which rushes outward from the newly empty space.

Sylar uses his telekinesis to create a bubble around them. The building's ash like remains quickly surrounds them.

He feels Elle clutch his outstretched arm. She pulls it down, bending it so that her hands wrap around his, with only his index finger exposed.

'Amazing,' her voice happy, wanton.

Sylar watches as she takes his finger into her mouth. She bites it gently before swirling her tongue against the tip. Her blue eyes promising things.

'Get in,' he commands.

Elle shocks him with her mouth, which causes him to hiss painfully. Smiling she releases him. She walks quickly around the car and gets in. Flinging his door open Sylar slips inside and starts the engine.

Turning the headlights on, he accelerates down the street through Building 26's dusty remains.

Next Time: Sylar, Elle and a cheap hotel room. . .

I have finished the last chapter and epilogue. I'm editing them and hope to have both posted in a day or two.

The scene between Noah and Angela caused me fits. Literally I finished writing every other scene before reworking it. I just could never get it right. . .or at least so that I liked it. It works kind of. Anyway, the next chapter and epilogue will make up for it.

Reviews are appreciated.