Chapter 11

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Eliot stood there waiting for her reaction while she processed what he had just told her.

"No."

"Sweetheart…"

"Nuh uh, don't sweetheart me. You are not trading yourself for them," she stated sternly, then walked out of the room and down the hall to their suite.

He followed behind her quickly. "So we're gonna leave them there? I don't think so," he retorted just as sternly.

"We'll find another way. Come up with a plan to get them out," she offered.

"We don't have time. She'll be callin' in a couple of hours to setup the trade."

"There's not gonna be a trade," she told him angrily.

"Yes there is. It'll get the others out so you all can find a way to get me back. I can handle myself until then," he assured her.

"But I won't be able to handle it!" she yelled. "Sure, you're gonna go and sacrifice yourself cause you can handle it! But what about how I'll handle it Eliot!"

"It won't be…"

"Don't tell me it won't be that bad. I can only imagine what she has planned for you. And I've patched you up from some pretty bad incidents over the years. But she's been planning this for years! There's a chance you won't…" she was crying now and choking out the words. "What will I tell Cam and Lily, Eliot? If somethin' happens to you and I can't fix it…"

He tried to move closer to comfort her, but she stepped back, causing him to sigh. "You know this is the only way," he told her resignedly.

"What I know," she began. "Is that my husband wants to give himself up as a prisoner and submit himself to god only knows what kind of torture." She looked into his eyes and saw the determination there. "But I can see that nothin' I say will change your mind. I'm goin' to go take a nap," she declared, then stalked into the bedroom and slammed the door.

"Well that coulda gone better," he muttered in frustration.

For the next hour he paced, trying to come up with another option but found none. The two of them alone would not be able to take care of any obstacles, plus get their injured family out safely. So he decided to try to get some rest, but when he entered the bedroom, he was surprised to find Sarah sitting up with her arms wrapped around her knees, crying silently.

"I understand why you're mad at me," he began softly, alerting Sarah to his presence. "But this is my job. I protect everyone. And right now, in order to do that, I have to give myself up."

"I know," she admitted quietly, surprising Eliot. "This is your job and I knew that when I married you. It's just…this time you're voluntarily turning yourself in."

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. "I'll be fine. It won't be anything I haven't endured before," he assured her as he wiped the tears from her eyes. A choked sob escaped her as she leaned into his hand.

Feeling the need to comfort her however he could, he leaned forward and kissed her. She sighed against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him trying to get as close as possible. Eliot felt her need for closeness and pulled her onto his lap, allowing her to straddle him and press herself against him. His hands buried in her hair, eagerly holding her face to his as he deepened the kiss, pouring all of his love and reassurance into it.

There were no words as he pulled back and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. He repeated the action with her blouse, lifting it over her head, then leaned in to take a breast in his mouth. She arched at the contact of his tongue circling her hardened peak and then taking it fully into his mouth, sucking gently. He gave the same treatment to the other breast, then worked his way up her neck and jaw before taking her lips in his once more.

He stood up, with her still wrapped around him, then turned and gently leaned her back on the bed. The remainder of their clothes were shed quickly in a desperate attempt to touch as much of the others skin as possible. His mouth worked its way south over her breasts and stomach, sliding lower yet, until he was between her thighs. He looked in her eyes once before burying his face in her center. She writhed and panted as one of her hands gripped the sheets and the other buried in his hair.

Her first orgasm came quickly, crashing over her in waves, overloading her senses while her body shuddered through her release. He kissed the inside of her thighs as she came down, floating on a high of pleasure.

Moments later, she reached for him, pulling him up and turning him to press him against the mattress. She laid a gentle kiss on his lips, then proceeded to kiss her way down his sculpted chest, then lower, paying special attention to the indentations that ran from his hips to his pelvic bone. His erection stood waiting, so she wasted no time in taking him fully into her mouth, causing him moan, low in his throat. She circled the tip, then went back down, sucking harder than before at a tortuously slow pace, causing Eliot to become impatient. He flipped them, then raised on his arms above her.

Eliot saw tears forming in her eyes as he placed himself at her entrance and reached up to wipe them away. "Don't cry sweetheart," he pleaded softly. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her, taking him in all at once, causing them both to gasp at the sudden pleasure. Their bodies moved in rhythm, creating a slow pace, allowing them to just enjoy the feel of each other as their hands mapped each others bodies as if to memorize them all over again.

He shifted slightly and grabbed her hips, allowing him to rock faster, harder and deeper and his movements became erratic and he struggled to maintain his rhythm as he neared release.

They both fell over the edge together, crying out each others names and shuddering from the force of their orgasms.

She curled herself around him like a second skin, as if he would slip away at any moment. When she finally fell asleep, the wetness against his skin was the only proof that she had cried. It created an ache in his chest because he knew that nothing he could say to her would help.

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At seven o'clock he gave up on rest and quietly got up to go make coffee. When the call came thirty minutes later, he was surprised to hear his phone ring.

Sarah walked into the living room a moment later as he answered the phone, putting it on speaker. "Yes?"

"Good morning lover," Zaria greeted in Russian.

"Cut the pleasantries, I want proof of life," he demanded in English.

"I suppose I could do that," she teased. He heard rustling and then a familiar voice came on the line.

"Eliot…" Nate said wearily. "Are you and Sarah okay?" Both Sarah and Eliot released a sigh of relief.

"We're fine. Are the others with you?" he asked quickly, knowing he didn't have long.

"Yeah, they're here. Look, don't…" but he was cut off as the phone was taken away.

"See, I've kept my word. They are a little worse for wear maybe, but alive nevertheless," she promised.

"Where do we meet?" Eliot asked.

"Come to this address in two hours." Sarah wrote down the information. "And bring your little whore," she added.

"She has nothing…"

"Your friends will need assistance," she interrupted. "Besides, I want to see what she looks like." Then the call ended.

"This is the same address I tracked the call from a few hours ago," Sarah told him.

Eliot nodded and looked at her. He could tell she didn't sleep well. "There's coffee. You wanna take a shower before we go?"

"No, but I do want to change," she said as she went back to the bedroom. "I'll need to get to a pharmacy for first aid supplies and you need to trade in the car for somethin' bigger," she said in a weary voice as she got dressed.

When Sarah came out, she was dressed in jeans, tennis shoes and a halter-top. She reached into a side pouch of her laptop bag and pulled something small out, then walked over to Eliot. She reached up as if to caress his face, but instead stuck something on the skin behind his ear.

"What this?" Eliot asked as he felt it.

"Prototype tracker Alec and I designed. Longer range, stronger signal, waterproof, flesh colored and as big as the tip of a pencil eraser," she answered as she went to her laptop. Her fingers flew across the keyboard for a moment before a look of satisfaction crossed her face. "Good, it works," she stated as she packed up the laptop. "I'm ready," she said as she headed to the door.

"One more thing," Eliot called out. She turned around and he was holding his wedding ring. "We should treat this like any other job," he told her. She nodded and took it silently, then removed hers as well and put them in her pocket. They never wore their rings on a job.

"Sarah…" Eliot began.

She looked up at him expectantly.

"I know that you all will find a way to get me out," he finished in a sure voice.

A sad look crossed her face. "I hope so," she replied and headed out the door.

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Sarah grabbed a basket, headed to the first aid isle and began grabbing what she needed. Her rational side knew Eliot was right, this was what he did and it was their only option at the moment. But her heart was scared to the core at what could happen to him. After checking out, she exited the store and found Eliot waiting in a small Suv. Once she put her bags in the back, they headed out.

Thirty minutes later, Eliot pulled into a guarded gate and drove up a long driveway, counting four other men patrolling the front grounds. He turned off the car and looked at the two men posted at the front door, no guns were visible. "Follow my lead okay?" he said and she nodded.

At the door the two guards stopped them. "We have to pat you down," the younger one said, looking eagerly in Sarah's direction.

Eliot bit back a growl as he began to pat her down and stayed still while the older guard did the same to him.

"Watch those hands," Sarah warned as the guard's hands started to wander.

"Have to be thorough," he replied innocently.

"Get any more thorough and somethin's gonna get broken," she promised causing Eliot to smirk.

After the guards had finished, another showed up and escorted them through the house to the back of the property were they were led to one of two smaller buildings, guarded by another set of guards.

When they entered, they immediately saw their four team mates against the far wall. Nate and Parker were unconscious, their heads lying in Sophie and Hardison's laps.

Sophie and Hardison looked up in shock as Eliot and Sarah quickly made their way over to them. "Eliot what are…"Sophie tried to ask, but Eliot stopped her.

"Is Nate okay?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," she admitted.

Hardison looked at Sarah. "Not that I'm not happy to see you girl, but what the hell are you doin' here?" he asked as she checked him and Parker over.

"Ask him," she answered stiffly as she moved to Nate and Sophie.

The hacker looked at Eliot, who just gave him a look and Hardison understood. Sophie caught on quick. "Eliot, no," she tried to insist.

"It's a little late for that I think," commented a heavily accented voice.

Sarah turned to see a slim woman in her early thirties, with tanned skin, dark brown eyes, and straight, black hair that fell past her shoulders. She also saw the four men with guns pointed at them.

"And you must be his new plaything," she stated, looking at Sarah. "Did you know we were lovers once?" she teased.

"Must not have been that memorable…I've never heard of you," Sarah quipped back, earning a snort from Hardison.

"Watch you tongue. Take your people and leave now before I change my mind."

She allowed Eliot to help her get the four to the car. Hardison insisted on carrying Parker, even though he was close to passing out himself. Sarah helped Sophie, while Eliot took Nate. Once they were securely in the car, Eliot looked at Sarah once more. "Take care of them. I'll see you soon," he promised her softly. Tears began to fall as she nodded and leaned in for a kiss, but he was jerked away roughly and hit on the head with a gun, knocking him out.

"Go now," the guard said in a deep voice as another dragged Eliot away.

With Nate laid out in the back seat and Sophie next to her, Sarah pulled out of the driveway, trying to see through her tears. Hardison looked at her in concern as he ran his hand through Parker's hair as she lay on his lap.

"What about Eliot?" he asked.

"We'll get him back," she replied. But she realized it was more of a reassurance for herself.

Now don't kill me, cause if you do, I can't finish the story. =)

Remember to review with your pleads for Eliot safe return home. =D

I know, I'm mean…lol.

Jen