A/N: Ok so the update wasn't speedy, but it wasn't that bad...right? :P Anyways you guys probably won't totally dig this, but this has a flashback regarding Ian and Torree x) But anyways thanks to all of you who read and a HUGE thanks to Phillipfan24 and Crystal-Wolf-Guardian-967 for reviewing, because they know I love reviews ;P haha. I really hope you guys enjoy (:

Torree was feeling very disoriented. She felt like she was running in a circle, being shoved and pushed by all kinds of strangers she did not know or wish to know. She knew a large, unattractive bruise was forming on her left thigh where she had been battered by some man's briefcase.

She sighed in relief when she finally broke through the cluster of warm bodies and had a moment to catch her breath. She ran her hands through her thick (probably now tangled) mass of auburn curls and looked up.

Her breath hitched. Two of Ian's associates were standing maybe ten feet in front of her. Derek (or so she thought his name was) lifted up his coat just enough for her to see what he had tucked away... a gun.

Torree took a quick glance around before giving in and walking to them. There were a few small children sitting on he bench with their mom and tons of other assumed innocent bystanders. She did not want any others to be dragged into this big mess, because she was acting like an idiot. The fact that she was not intrusted with ant important items sealed the deal. She was going to turn herself over to the bad guys.

Derek grabbed her arm tightly and squeezed, "Ian sure is going to happy when he sees you."

"Ow.." She winced regarding the pain in her arm. She was apparently collecting bruises today since this would be her second one in twenty minutes. "I'm not going to try to run or anything or I swear."

He practically threw her down, letting go of her arm. She rubbed it tenderly and obediently followed the two men's orders as they marched her straight to Ian.

She felt her heart sink right to the bottom of her stomach when she saw what Ian held triumphantly in his hand. She just hoped Riley and Abigail were okay and Ian's goons had not caught up with Ben.

"Well hello there darling. Be sure and wave good-bye to your new friends." Ian smiled crookedly and pointed to her left.

She lifted her small hand weakly when she saw Riley glance back. It looked as if he were trying to turn around, but Abigail stopped him. He kept casting glaces back though.

Ian chuckled slightly, "Let them go. We've got what we need." He then turned to Torree and winked, "And a little extra it seems."

She felt sick to her stomach. How was it that in about a week she was able to go from loving this man to loathing his very existence? But then again did she ever really know Ian Howe?

Torree was shoved into a vehicle and she just stared out the window as they drove off. She rested her forehead against the window and closed her eyes. She was tired and utterly exhausted and now she could get some rest. The bad guys had already caught her.

The sun was beating down on the pair relentlessly. Torree stretched out on the green grass lazily and extending her bare feet and arms. She was clad in an outfitting fitting for the weather: jean shorts that went to her mid thigh and a loose yellow tank top that barely covered her naval, but Ian did not mind the showing skin, "It's sooo hot." She whined with a soft smile.

Ian got a mischievous grin, "I can fix that. All you have to do is close your eyes."

Torree sat up and looked at him momentarily, just trying to imagine what it was the man had in mind and how against it she would be. She sighed as dramatically as possible and shut her eyes, "Alright fine, you convinced me."

She felt as if she had been picked up. She was ready to peek at where Ian was taking her, but Ian got onto her like he could see into the future, "Don't even think about it. You can look when we get there." He chuckled.

It was less than five minutes when Torree knew they had reached their destination. Suddenly she was engulfed in a large body of cool, crisp water. She opened her eyes for a second so she could get her since of direction back, but she made sure they were closed when she resurfaced, "Can I open them now?" She laughed.

Ian swam over to her and laid his forehead against hers, "Now you can."

Torree's cheeks turned a rosy red and she smiled letting her eyes flutter shut as he leaned into kiss her.

Torree awoke and sat up. She rubbed her head with her left hand and looked around examining her new surroundings. She was in some hotel room and Ian was next to her fast asleep on the bed. She threw her legs over the side and quietly slipped her feet onto the floor (not quite remembering how she lost her shoes). She cautiously placed one foot in front of the other and sneaked over to the door.

She delicately placed her hand on the doorknob. She twisted it and it surprisingly opened the door without any reluctance it opened it. She thought for a moment. Surely it would not be that easy for her to get away, and if she did escape what would she do. She had not stayed awake for the drive so she had no idea where she was and she did not have any money on her. If she got away she would be a broke foreigner trying to find three wanted men (with the exception of Abigail of course). She closed her eyes and shut the door. A tear slid down her cheek and she placed her back to the door before falling to the floor.