"Do you know how sexy it is to hear a beautiful woman talking about drones?" Andrada said.

Elizabeth gave him a nervous laugh as she backed away, giving herself space. She turned to her briefcase to grab some documents while her mouth spouted something about coming to an agreement. In truth she wasn't really sure what she was saying. She just knew she needed to get this over with. The moment she stepped into the room she felt uncomfortable. Her unease was only growing as the man had leered at her. She was suddenly caught off guard as a hand grabbed her butt. She turned on instinct and shoved the man who had snuck up behind her. Andrada stumbled back a bit, surprised by her strength. Elizabeth watched the man raise his hands as if in peace. She was breathing heavily and trying not to panic as she said firmly, "Touch me again and you will regret it. I am here in an official capacity on behalf of the President of the United States. I suggest we stick to business. If you wish to gain any benefit from this meeting, you will keep your hands off of me! Do I make myself clear?"

She watched the man back pedal, a look of acceptance on his face, though she wasn't sure if it was sincere.

"Of course, Madame Secretary. My apologies. I don't know what came over me," Andrama simpered as he moved toward the tea table.

Elizabeth watched him carefully as he turned away from her for a moment before walking slowly toward her, offering a cup of tea. "Accept this as an apology. It is our finest tea. Shall we get to business, as you've said?" He moved toward the desk and motioned her to a chair.

Elizabeth accepted the tea cup but did not sit. "I believe we can get you what you want, as long as it is reasonable. We can offer an array of drones, and other military equipment that you may find useful." She watched the man sip his tea as she passed him a few documents to look over.

Andrada scanned the documents with little interest. He moved away from his desk and around the chair Elizabeth was standing near. She was forced to turn around to keep her eyes on him as he circled behind her. He continued to sip his tea while supposedly looking at the documents. His eyes glanced at her before he said, "You haven't touched your tea. Truely, it is the best. I would be offended if you refused to try it. If you enjoy it I can even send some home with you."

Elizabeth tried to get a read on him. He seemed so…unconcerned. She hesitantly lifted the cup to her lips and took a small sip. Andrada had been right, it was very good. She took comfort in its warmth. "It is delicious," she admitted.

"Just one of many things in my country that is superior," Andrada boasted.

Eager to get things done, Elizabeth took one more sip before putting her tea cup on the desk behind her. "So, do we have an agreement then?" She watched Andrada pace a bit, a smirk on his face, as if he was enjoying drawing this out. She was getting tired. Her body felt heavy. Perhaps jet lag was catching up to her. Without warning Andrada moved toward her, documents falling out of his hands and fluttering onto the floor as his weight suddenly barreled into her. Her back hit the desk with a dull thud as he forced her body back onto its surface. She tried to scream but his left hand was firmly around her throat. She was struggling for air as his grip tightened. His breath was foul as he bent to her ear, "I always get what I want. Right now, that's you." Elizabeth shivered under him as his right hand squeezed her breast and then trailed to her thigh. With as much strength as she could find she drew her knee up in hopes of hitting him in a sensitive spot. He grunted in frustration and tightened his grip. Frantically, she splayed her arms out in search of anything she could use to help her. Her vision was blurring as she gasped weakly for air. Her fingers found something. She grabbed hold of it and swung her arm toward Andradas head. He groaned in surprise and pain. The blow had thrown him off kilter. He released his grip on her and fell to the floor.

Without looking to see what damage she had done, Elizabeth made a dash for the door on the opposite side of the room. Her legs felt weird though and she wasn't moving as fast as she thought she should be. A hand shot out and grabbed her ankle, yanking hard. Her impact with the floor knocked the little air she had out of her lungs. She wanted to cry for help but all that escaped was a raspy moan that burned like fire. Once again Andrada's weight pinned her down. He roughly shoved a piece of cloth, that she later identified as a handkerchief, into her mouth. She gagged as the cloth was shoved far too deep into her mouth. Her body convulsed as she tried to breath. "You should stop fighting me. It's not polite." A sharp pain rocketed through her shoulder as Andrada grabbed her, flipping her onto her back. She swung her fist into his face with as much force as she could. The man grunted and she saw blood trickle down his chin. Her head whipped to the side as he returned her punch. Her face burned from the force of it, his ring putting a gash in her cheek. She would probably have tasted blood if the cloth in her mouth was not soaking it up. Her head spun,dots were starting to dance before her eyes. She felt his hands hike up her dress and she tried to clench her legs together. Andrada easily tore them apart and let his hand move to find her underwear. Hiis lips sucked down on her neck. No! This couldn't be happening. She looked around in panic. A small side table was just to the left of her head. She reached with her arm and wrapped her fingers around the table's leg. If she could just muster enough strength to tip it, then the noise should alert her DS agents on the other side of the door. She fought the urge to vomit as she felt Andrada's hands touch her. With a great heave she yanked the arm holding the table leg toward her. It fell over with a satisfyingly loud thud and a shattering of glass. Elizabeth tried to suck in air as a new pain shot through her arm. Within seconds she heard the doors to the room bang open, her DS agents entering. The weight on top of her was pulled away. She heard voices but wasn't able to identify the words. There was shouting and movement but her own body refused to move. The cloth in her mouth was yanked free and she inhaled with a gasp, coughing roughly. She panted trying to find air. A face was in her field of vision but it was blurry. "Blake?" her voice was weak and raspy. Her throat felt like razors when she swallowed and she closed her eyes against the pain. She felt something being placed over her lower half and then a familiar voice said, "Yes, Ma'am. It's alright. We'll get you out of here. Can you sit up?"

Elizabeth felt Blake wrap his arms around her, helping her sit up. She took a few steadying breaths and her vision cleared a bit. She saw Matt kneel down next to her. "Ma'am we need to get you to a hospital."

"No, no, I'll be fine. Please, let's just go," she wanted to be authoritative but she knew it had come out as more of a plea.

"Ma'am you need medical attention," Matt insisted.

She shook her head but stopped quickly as her head exploded in pain. "Not here. I'll be fine. Please."

Blake asked Matt, "Can we take her back to the hotel and have the medic see her there?"

Matt didn't look happy about it but she was relieved when he agreed. The two men helped her stand. She was shaky and dizzy. She adjusted her dress, pulling it down where it belonged and felt a wave of shame and embarrassment hit her. She didn't feel well. She took a couple tentative steps before her body swayed, her legs giving out completely. Arms caught her, Blake called her name. Her brain seemed to realize something and she rasped, "The tea…" then the darkness she had been fighting finally won.

So, I should be working on my other story but this just had to get out of my head first. I am not sure if I will add to this or not. Maybe a couple chapters but I am unsure. I had to just be a part of that group that addressed this episode. lol. Please review.