"Are you sure you can stop Donovan?" Cody asked.

"For the millionth time, yes!" Tom sighed, grabbing his head. At least he hoped they could.

"Is it necessary for me to wear this?" Cody asked, shifting uncomfortably in the body armor.

"Donovan's a perfect shot," Alex commented.

"Remember how he took out the AG kid's kidnapper?" Monica asked.

"I'm a dead man," Cody whispered, sinking down into the chair. Donovan shot the kidnapper in the head.

"You'll be fine," Gina assured him, walking back into the house. "He'll go for the chest."

"How can you be sure?" Cody asked.

"He was trained by the best," Tom replied. "One shot, one kill."

"Ya know, that doesn't seem to make me feel any better," Cody spat sarcastically.

"If you don't relax, I might shoot you myself," Tom muttered.

Suddenly the lights went out.

"What's going on?" Alex asked.

"Lights are out all over the block," Jake replied, looking out the window.

"It's Donovan!" Gina stated, heading for the back door. "Tom, watch the perimeter out front. I'll be out back. Let him think he's killed Weisz, then make sure he doesn't hurt himself."

"I'm a dead man," Cody gulped.

"You'll be fine," Tom smiled, patting him on the back before heading outside.

Gina moved across the yard looking for anything out of the ordinary. How she wished they got more information out of that bastard before he killed himself.

Gina knew she and Tom a slight advantage over Donovan's team in trying to stop him. She helped train him and Tom had worked with him. They knew how he operated.

"Keep in contact," Gina warned over the radio.

"So far, everything is clear," Tom reported.

Gina knew she could count on Tom to stop on Donovan. They were a good team when they worked together, even if they would never admit it to anyone.

She cursed the weather. A quarter moon was out, plus it was cloudy. No light at all. How could Weisz have all these damn trees in his backyard? It gave her the creeps.

Donovan was a master of his environment. He could blend in anywhere. He could plan the perfect sneak attack on them and kill Weisz before they realized he was in the house.

She thought back when he 'helped' her get back into the swing of things at the CIA. She tried to do her best. She was excelling at everything, but one. She couldn't bring herself to fire her gun.

Gina kept tossing and turning. She knew she didn't have what it took to be in the CIA any more. And to top it all off, the one person she thought would understand started laughing at her. Damn Frank for laughing. Come Monday morning I'll be looking for a new career.

Suddenly the door burst open. "What the hell?" she started to say. Two figures, dressed in black. The first one grabbed at Gina. Not looking to be a victim, Gina kicked him in the stomach. Running towards the door, Gina felt one of her attackers grab her arm and turn her towards him, smacking her in the face. Her world 'as she knew it' went dark.

"Damn, I didn't know she could kick that hard. I hope I don't lose my job because of this," Tom complained, rubbing his gut. "You tied her tight to the chair right?"

"Yes," his partner replied.

"Good. When she wakes up, she's going to kill us." He laughed.

"Where, where am I? What the hell? Untie me! I'm a Federal Agent. You can't do this to me," Gina started to scream at her captors.

"You're not a Federal Agent, you're a ghost," Tom teased.

"God damn you, Tom! Untie me! What the hell are you thinking by kidnapping me?" she screamed.

"Well, I'm off. If I were you Frank, I'd leave her tied to the chair. Have fun kids," he said patting Donovan on the back, walking towards the door.

"Frank! Untie me Frank! This is not funny," she yelled, watching Donovan walk over to the door and lock it.

"And if I release you, you promise not to hurt me?" he asked, taking off his mask, laughing.

"Hurt you? Donovan, I'm going to kill you!" she swore.

Walking over towards her, he started to take off his jacket, tossing it onto the table next to her. Crouching down in front of her, so they were eye level, "Kill me? And how do you plan on doing that? You can't even qualify on the firearms course." he said laughing.

"You son of a bitch. Untie me and see what I'll do." she said.

"Not until you calm down." he replied.

"Calm down? Calm down! I'll show you how calm I am," she said, head butting him in the face. The force of her blow knocked Frank on his ass.

Stunned, he realized she freed herself. "How did you do that?" he asked.

"With you around, I never had to worry about enemies." she said, walking over to him, sitting on his chest so he couldn't get up. "What are you doing here and why in hell did you do this?"

"I'm answering your call for help," he said, rolling her underneath him. " I'm on vacation and here to help you in any way that I can," Frank said, wiggling his one eyebrow at her. "Besides, I missed your charming personality."

"Okay, I believe you. Now stop with that little sexy eyebrow movement, get off me, and give me your gun." she laughed, accepting Donovan's help up.

"Just as long as you promise to shoot the targets , not me." he said, walking over to the targets, setting them up.

"How did you and Tom set this up? Kidnapping me right out of my room. Makes me have faith in the CIA. How did you get the gun shop owner to let you use the range?" Gina asked, loading the gun.

"I can be very persuasive when I need to, remember?" he whispered into her ear. "Okay, let's get to work. Now, this is the way you have to position yourself to fire the gun." he started to explain to Gina, standing behind her, positioning her arms and legs.

Gina shook the memories away. She needed her full attention on keeping everyone alive. She heard a snap behind her and quickly turned to see what it was.

She realized too late it was a decoy as her gun was kicked out of her hand. "Shit," she winced, as Donovan cracked her along her back.

"Time to end this," Donovan swore, lifting Gina over his shoulder.