Author's note: Finally online at the new place! Yay!

Sophie hid the ill-feeling as she held together the prisoner's skin while doctor Xing pushed the needle through to bind the wound. She hated violence and everything that came with it and barely had any experience with this kind of situation; typically it was Eliot that did the stitching with the rare occasion that Nate did when Eliot required the attention in a location he couldn't get to himself. That had been a contention in the debate earlier; whether or not Sophie could handle herself in the medical role, but she kept going back to the fact that she had to. As much as she would have been more comfortable handing it over to Nate she was the only one that could physically mold in.

"Done." The doctor informed her tossing out the bloodied rags. "Get that bandaged up, and have Lwin prepare the IV."

"Where are you going?"

"Breakfast." He informed her. He was reaching the end of his twelve hour shift without a substantial break.

Sophie did as instructed much more comfortable with applying clean bandages than she was dealing with the blood; after instructing the young internist she returned back to cubicle six to sit with her friend. She sat with anxious breath as Eliot's own came agitatedly.

"Come on, El." She begged for some sign that he knew she was there while combing through his hair. He seemed to respond to her touch, or at least she told herself that he was. Hearing someone coming she jumped away to not arise suspicion.

"How is he doing?" Lwin asked.

Sophie shrugged. "Vitals are the same."

"Dr. Xing would say 'I told you so.' Do you really think you can save him?"

"Wouldn't it look better if we tried?" Sophie questioned.

"Depends on who you ask, personally, I think he did this country a favor. Lo was a miserable human being; we're so much better off with General Khin taking over."

"I assume that's not a popular position." Sophie replied.

"Not if you're in the back pocket of the Prime Minister. The rest of us just tend to keep our mouth's shut; it's safer that way." She explained. Lwin stood by the entrance watching as Eliot's head started to bob. "Look's like you win."

"What?" Sophie questioned.

Lwin pointed back at the patient. Sophie tried keeping composure as she saw him grimace.

"Um… ah… morphine." She stumbled to come up with an excuse to get the young girl out of the cubicle.

"I'm on it." She insisted to her superior.

"Eliot, it's okay, I'm here."

"I'm sorry." He rasped.

"Hey, don't…"

"I didn't want to go." He claimed which just confused the grifter more. "I didn't mean… to leave you. Aim… forgive me?"

"Shhh." Sophie hushed him as she realized what was going on. "It's okay, you're here now. Just rest, of course I forgive you."

'Sophie, what's happening?' Nate asked over com. 'Is… is he awake?'

"He's awake." She confirmed. "Um… delirious, but, ah… awake."

'That's a start.' Nate went for the silver lining. 'Okay, Soph, do what you can to bring that fever down; once Parker and I establish the route I'm going to need you to sign the discharge back to his cell.'

"What kind of time frame are we looking at?"

'Before Raquel's shift is finished, so like, six hours.'

"In six hours you're expecting him to be able to walk out of here?"

'We have no other choice.'

"Aimee…" Eliot said again before turning his head to cough; his body convulsing as he did.

"Easy, easy…" She warned him reminded of the threat of puncturing a lung; and then called out for the intern in the Burmese language. "I need some damp rags, stat!"

XXXXXX

"He's awake?" Parker asked Nate again for the confirmation not convinced she had heard it correctly for herself.

"You know as much as I do." Nate reminded her.

Inwardly she very much disagreed with that; Nate always had something brewing in his head. She was pretty sure he was omniscient, and certain that he could bend reality to his whim. Parker bore witness to that fact that he was able to give a man a bloody nose with merely the power of suggestion. Somehow that faith was re-established with the news.

"Great." Nate sighed seeing the narrowing of the path in front of them from boulders that had fallen.

Parker grabbed a tool from the utility belt she had on. Somehow Nate had been able to track down every item on her list which included that. With a rejuvenation of conviction she hacked away, Nate assisted providing the force necessary to roll the larger stones out of the way. The thief smirked to the efficiency of the teamwork, and although it presented itself in being a long day she wasn't going to stop until the goal was reached.

"Nate, why?" She asked once they were satisfied it was safe enough to go through.

"Why what?"

"Why does it matter what time wonder woman gets off?" She asked still not able to refer to the female hitter by name.

"You don't like her." Nate surmised.

"I don't trust her." Parker clarified.

Nate knew that trust wasn't something that came easily to any one of the people on his crew, but especially so with Parker. Her upbringing made it increasingly difficult for her to form bonds and connect with others. What she knew of the world was that there was a promise of love and stability that easily dissipated and was abandoned. What she longed for was genuine security that she hadn't experienced from people until the formation of the team.

"I need her to lead Eliot to the tunnel, and I might require her assistance in getting him through." Nate explained; he had no illusion that the hitter was going to be in any shape to travel the tunnel unaided.

"I can help." She volunteered.

"Parker." He shook his head. "Your role will be leading us out of here. This… this is useless to me." Nate held up the map.

XXXXXX

"This is the DCPD, we've been alerted of a security breach." An officer called from outside the Smithsonian holding up his badge.

The security officer opened the door for entry. "From what we can tell there was movement in the rear fire escape."

"What kind of movement?" The other officer asked.

"Maybe a cat."

"A cat?" The first questioned. "A cat pushed open an aluminum door?"

"Maybe." The guard threw his hands up. "We checked the surveillance tape in the area and found nothing."

"Did you physically check?"

"Yes, but even if there was an intruder by the time we got back there they would have had the opportunity to escape in any which direction."

"Let me see that video." An officer pulled one of the guards away to view the footage while the other continued questioning.

"Did you notice anything particularly peculiar tonight?" The officer asked the remaining guard.

"No; well, there was that one belligerent moron, but he didn't get passed the front entrance."

"What belligerent moron?"

The guard shrugged. "I didn't catch his name; he was just some guy inquiring about a tour that took off twelve hours ago."

"Did you catch this guy on tape?" The officer asked.

"I don't know; we only have one camera at this door. It depends on the rotation, although I think he was here long enough to catch it." He led him to an open monitor.

The officer already seated jabbed at his partner. "You seeing what I'm seeing?"

"Don't you just hate it when time stands still?" He questioned the guards pointing to the time stamp that went from 10:56pm to 11:19pm, which happened to be directly after the alarm had sounded.

"Shit! Franco, take the West wing; I'll grab the East." He instructed his partner on the sweep of the exhibits allowing the cops full access to the security monitors.