I spent all my free time today working on this just so I was sure to give you guys an update! Here yall go!

I awoke again. This time there was a disc laying beside me with a post-it that said WATCH ME. My head still throbbed, but my body was much more willing to move with me this time. I stood and placed the disc into the DVD player and took a seat on the end of my bed. It was a news broadcast.

"Earlier this week a woman was shot and killed in the middle of a press conference in San Lorenzo while trying to save her politician fiancé. The footage you are about to see is gruesome, and we advice young viewers to not watch."

Sophie, it was Sophie! I watched as she stepped infront of a dark haired man in a suit as bullets rang out. My entire body started to tremble as I watched my mother fall to the ground. No… No no no no no!

I stood up and went to the door. It was still locked but I didn't care. I began banging on and screaming like a mad man. Throwing my entire body weight against it over, and over again, I screamed, demanding someone to unlock the door.

Finally, the lock clicked and two men appeared, one holding a syringe. I glared at them, anger boiling my insides. "Do we have to put you to sleep again little girl?"

I glared at him, but also held a small smirk as I shook my head. "You know something?" I said in almost a hiss as I walked closer to the men. "Eliot Spencer taught me how to fight."

Before they had time to react, I shoved the needle into the man's leg and threw a hard knee to the other's groin before slamming his face into the ground until he didn't get back up. The other man laid on the floor, already overcome by the drugs.

The stables were out the back door, and nearly a hundred yards away. But if I reached the stables, I had a better chance of getting out of here alive.

Then again, right at that moment, I wasn't so sure about how much I wanted to live, or how much I wanted to hurt my father. But right then, hurting someone sounded good.

Nate and Sophie sat on the couch across from Tony Moretti. He looked smug, but both Nate and Sophie also seemed in great control of their expressions as well. Hardison was about a mile away while Eliot and Parker were watching the house and trying to find the best manner or entry.

Two henchmen stood on either side of couch, as Sophie sat extremely close to Nate.

"We just want Anna back," Nate said calmly, not straying away from Moretti's gaze.

"You should have thought about that sooner. I gave you a choice. Now," Moretti held up a remote and pointed it at the screen. "You can-" he looked up at the screen. Anna was not in the bedroom, instead there were two men lying unconscious on the floor.

Sophie couldn't help but smirk. "Looks like she's not giving you a choice. You should know Anna's not a sit around and wait type of girl."

Moretti seemed to be considering his options, but smiled slightly to himself. "And you should know Anna gets reckless after she loses her mother."

Both Sophie and Nate glanced at each other. "Did you honestly think it was safe for you to have a very publicized death scene?"

Without a second thought, Sophie spun around and shoved a taser into one of the guard's legs as Nate threw the lamp into the other's face. They both looked at Moretti. "We're not fighters," Nate said calmly, taking a daring step toward the man. "But we don't like our Anna being threatened or hurt."

Moretti laughed mercilessly. "What? Is she going to taser me?"

Sophie smirked. "It's not us that you should be afraid of," two more bodies flew through the front door, and were gracefully stepped over by Eliot as he blew a stray strand of hair out of his face. "He's much more convincing than us."

Eliot was only two steps in when Moretti cracked. "Wait!" The three of them stopped and looked at him. "Anyone she runs into has permission to kill."

"I suggest you call them off and tell us where we can find her," Eliot demanded taking another step toward the man.

"If I know my daughter," he ignored Sophie's snort, "she'll head toward the stables," he grunted. "But I could call off my men, but they tend to pretty well do what they want."

With one swift motion, Eliot knock the sorry son of a bitch out.

"Hardison, we need a location," Nate commanded as he took off for the door, allowing Elliot to step in front of him when he neared the door.

"She must have went shopping while in LA, because none of her trackers are on her," he explained through the com, not making any one of them feel better. Sophie, uncharacteristically stepped up while Elliot was taking one guy down and shoved the taser into the neck of the other.

When she turned around, Nate was giving her a skeptical look. With a one shoulder shrug she smirked. "I think I understand why Parker and Anna like these things so much."

"Okay guys, I've picked her up on camera. She's on the northeast side of the estate. Looks like she's headed for the stables. They have ATVs outside that building. When you get there-"

"Head northeast, got it," Elliot grunted as he slammed another man's head into the doorframe.

"And watch out for the gunmen. They're at all the doors and randomly patrolling the property," Hardison added. "And it looks like Anna is about to run into one…"

Nate and Sophie climbed into a ATV Mule while Eliot took a four-wheeler. "Hardison-" Nate warned as he kicked the ATV into high and took off behind Eliot.

"I know, don't address a problem if I don't have a solution. But you need to hurry your little asses up. Little sister doesn't look too hot."

Running, running, running. Standing and fighting would only prove to be pointless since there is one of me, a very tired and tiny one of me with a terrible headache. Which, trust me, didn't go away when a hard fist caught me on the side of the jaw.

Immediately I cursed the way my mother designed her garden with four foot spacing in the six foot stone walls. I stumbled into the weeds and felt my palms scratch into the ground. Quickly spinning around, I landed a foot square in the man's stomach as he leaned into grab me. He bounced against the wall, but quickly recovered.

This was not going to be as easy as I hoped. Where was a good taser when you needed one?

My hand shoved his nose upward and I kneed the man in the crotch. So what if I was fighting dirty, he had a hundred pounds on me. Fighting dirty made it fair. He doubled over as I took off running again. I was in front of the stables.

Pushing the big door open, I was shocked to see a warm face from the past. "Jack!" I exclaimed through pants, throwing my arms around the aging man's neck. Time was not friendly to him, but then again, he had to be at least sixty by now.

"Annie?" he muttered, too shocked to return the hug. "You- you're dead."

Pulling away, I gave him an odd look. "I didn't die. I ran away, not died."

Jack shook his head and pulled me into a hug again. "I should probably question it more, but I wouldn't put anything past that father of yours."

I gave him a few more second before stepping back and looking up at him. "I need Shakespeare. I have to get to the Work House."

Jack nodded with a small smile. "I kept him in shape, I knew that what you would have wanted."

All I could do was give the man a brief hug before sprinting away to Shakes' stable. It was weird that he was kind of talking about me like I was dead and I didn't really have time to reminisce. I rounded the corner and smiled to see my beautiful Shakespeare still looking well and sturdy.

"Hey boy," I said softly, rubbing my hand down his nose.

"Have you seen a teenage girl-" A voice sounded from around the corner. My time was running out.

Throwing open the gate, I threw the saddle on and strapped it quickly. Without another thought, I slid my foot in and jumped on, kicking madly as I did so.

"Let's go!" I demanded, pulling him out of the stables and pulling his reins hard right.

I could hear them calling after me as I kicked harder. Engine revved on the ATVs as I headed toward the Office House. I could see two other's also heading toward me. Forcibly pulling the reins again I tried to figure out my options. Dad's orders are normally to shoot, but with me being a kid, most people would have second thoughts about opening fire. Then again… Gun shots rang out and I kicked Shakespeare again. I would take my chances once I made it to my father. I knew he would never have me killed in front of him. He didn't have the stomach for it.

Sophie grabbed Nate's arm. "They're shooting at her!"

Nate didn't respond, just willed the Mule to move faster as he could see Anna get lower on the horse. Pulling a one-eighty, he saw it best to let Anna come to him. Eliot had the same idea.

My head was nearly in Shakes' mane as I prayed for safety, knowing that was pretty well all I could do since I didn't have a handy dandy bullet proof vest on.

I willed myself to be protected, but I knew there was only a matter of time before my luck ran out.

"Anna!"

Immediately my head lifted at the familiar call. Maybe my luck hadn't ran out just yet. I was so relieved to see Eliot reaching out and arm to me as the four wheeler got closer to me.

I reached out for him, but just as I was about to grab a hold of him, Shakespeare go down hard.

My body flew forward and I landed hard on my shoulder and rolled in pain. My entire body was screaming as Shakespeare cried out in ways I had never heard. Holding my shoulder, I dragged myself toward him, and ran my hand over his nose. I saw the large hole in his side.

"No!" I cried running my hand over his chest. He was my best friend growing up and he was going to die because of me. Mom, Sophie, and Shakespeare.

"Anna, we have to go!" Eliot demanded grabbing arm, making me flinch in pain.

I regrettably stood as Parker appeared on a four wheeler next to us as I climbed on in front of Eliot. My eyes were closed as he took off, mostly because I was trying to focus on the wind on my face and not the pain exploding from my shoulder. I didn't know where we were going, but I knew I was safe with my team.

"Is she alright?" I heard Nate asked as I kept my eyes closed when we stopped.

"Dislocated shoulder."

I smiled through the pain, but kept my eyes squeezed closed. "So that's what's hurting like a bitch."

"Oo, it's purple," Parker chirped, poking it without a second thought.

I hissed in pain and listened to Eliot swat her hand away. "Why must you do that?" Eliot asked as I was sat down quickly in a vehicle.

"We'll get ice when we get out of here," a familiar British accent added, as two warm hands fell on my throbbing arm.

My eyes flew open. "Sophie!" I exclaimed, throwing my good arm around her neck and holding her tightly.

She laughed halfheartedly. "Hello to you too." She held me back and wipe my tears with her thumb. "Don't cry, my love. You're safe now."

I shook my head and looked at her. "But you were shot… I saw the video…"

Sophie frowned and shook her head. "It was staged, we should have been more careful with the video though."

A look was shot at Hardison who was in the driver's seat. "Okay, I'm sorry I didn't get the video off the internet fast enough. Jeeze. Ya'll think I can just do these things. 'Hardison make me a CIA level alias', 'Hardison make Sophie's make a fake miracle', 'Hardison drive the get away car.' Ya'll just don't-"

"Shut up and drive!" Eliot demanded as gun fire sounded again.

Sophie covered me with her body until we were far enough away, and I just tried to ignore the pain in my shoulder.

I looked up at Nate. I wanted to ask them about Shakespeare, but I couldn't. He wouldn't know. Maybe one day I could call Jack. Write him. Do something. But it was still unlikely. Still, I was home again, I was with my family.

"So how was San Lorenzo?" I asked the crew. I could have sworn I saw and awkward glance between Nate and Sophie before they all decided to answer with a sober "Fine."

So there you go! Tell me what you think! Reviews are love! Love always, Marilynn.