Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage or its characters. Dean Devlin and TNT do. So don't sue.

Song Suggestions:

Part One: Smooth Criminal – Michael Jackson

Part Two: Thief – Ansel

Part Three: I'd Come for You - Nickelback


PART ONE: Smooth Criminal

From the back of the room, Parker heard the office door slam and knew it meant trouble. Spinning around, she had mere seconds to react as Caden's security team stormed into the office, effectively separating her from Sophie. The only thing louder than the grifter's protests was the click of the lock as she was shoved out the door.

Although Parker had known from the beginning that it wasn't "Alexa" Caden wanted, Sophie's gamble had just proven their case. The con part of the mission was over. Now was the time to fight. And for the first time in her life, Parker was actually afraid of what would happen if she failed.

She told herself all she had to do was keep away from the red door of doom. But that was going to be easier said than done. Trying to remain calm, she recited plans B through E in her head – debating which to resort to.

Plan B: con the mark into letting her go.

Plan C: grab one of those nasty sex toys to use as a weapon.

Plan D: use said weapon to stay away from the needle the mark was oh-so-cleverly trying to hide behind his back

Plan E: Pinch the needle and inject someone else with it first.

And if that failed, her only other option was plan E: Stay alive long enough for Eliot to find her.

The hitter was her best bet and if he didn't get to her in time, she would relish his help with plan M: killing Hardison for not tracking her fast enough.

As the security guards surrounded her, the smug smile on Caden's face grew impossibly large. The bastard knew he had her cornered, but that didn't stop Parker from putting up one hell of a fight. In a last ditch effort to save herself, the slippery thief went postal. Her arms and legs kept shifting out of the holds they tried to put her in. She spat. She bit. She clawed. She went for the eyes and groin. She tried copying moves that Eliot had shown her over and over again.

The hitter would have been proud. Four of the seven guards were down for the count, and the other half were having trouble laying a hand on her. Taking a chance at an opening, she jerked herself towards the wall to grab a weapon, making one fatal mistake. She left her side open long enough for Caden to jam that damned needle straight into the side of her stomach.

As Parker twisted violently to avoid it, her lithe frame seized up and she fell straight to the floor. Nobody bothered to break her fall, instead letting her body succumb to the impact of its own dead weight. There was literally nothing she could do as she busted her head on the carpeted concrete.

Thankfully, she remained conscious enough to know what was going on. The remaining guards yanked her up by the roots of her hair and forced her to climb to her feet. She tried using gravity to her advantage, but it didn't do much good. They forced her down into a chair without even bothering to use restraints.

It was the ultimate insult for the enraged thief. Granted, there hadn't been a pair of handcuffs invented that Parker couldn't weasel her way out off, but they didn't even consider her enough of a threat to bother. The only thing they cared about was her lack of immunity to the effects of an unknown drug – a drug meant for paralysis. Not unconsciousness.

Whether a blessing or not, Parker was aware of exactly what was going on while remaining hopelessly unable to do anything about it. She didn't even have the ability to squirm as Caden leaned over her, dragging his eyes down over her breasts before stopping just South of her Pole.

Without a care in the world, the pig in a tuxedo finally bent over and did what he'd been wanting to do to her all night.

Parker's heart flipped as the mask was ripped right off her face. Recognition dawned over the Caden's loathsome features seconds before he lost it.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He yelled, spraying her face with spit. "You're that BITCH from the BAR! What the HELL are you doing HERE? Don't tell me you didn't get ENOUGH the FIRST TIME!

Parker scowled, saying it all with her slow burning eyes.

The moron ignored that first (and only) warning as Parker forced herself to focus on the words coming to her brokenly over the com link - the first words she'd heard from anyone since being locked up with Mr. Happy Pants.

Eliot was calling over and over, commanding her to talk to him. But, she couldn't respond without giving herself away. So she closed her eyes, focusing on every last word the hitter had to say.

"Parker? PARKER! I KNOW you can hear me. LISTEN TO ME DAMMIT! I'm coming for you. Do you hear me? I'M COMING! And I SWEAR that I am NOT gonna stop until I find you. I just need you to do one thing for me. ONE. THING. I need you to STAY AWAKE for me Parker, okay? I MEAN IT. DON'T LET THOSE BASTARDS KNOCK YOU OUT! I'm on my way. So just wait for me. Okay? OKAY?"

As softly as she could, she breathed out her answer before Caden launched into yet another tirade. A tirade, which he apparently assumed was his God given birth right. Parker only hoped Eliot could hear every word considering the idiot was shouting loud enough to wake the dead. Never mind that dead is what he would be once Eliot got his hands on him.

"Oh, NOW I get it. YOU and your LITTLE FRIEND were trying pull a fast one on me! ON ME! YOU'D better tell me WHAT she was doing HERE and EXACTLY what YOU told HER to TAKE!"

Parker could practically feel her savior seething through the silence.

"ANSWER THE QUESTION DAMMIT!" Caden demanded, completely oblivious to the fact he was fulfilling his own death wish. Parker felt the resulting slap sting both her cheeks once she refused to answer.

"Well, the tables have turned NOW, you little WHORE! You're gonna be MY bitch for the night. And I'm REALLY gonna ENJOY giving you the ROYAL treatment. I'm gonna show you what HAPPENS to any BITCH who tells ME no. And, I'm not gonna stop until you sing like the DIRTY little SNITCH you are! You're gonna DO everything I wantto do and you're gonna CONFESS everything I want to know. I'M gonna have you on your BACK so long you'll BEG me to get on your KNEES."

The mark's unforgiving words sent chills up and down Parker's spine, even as Eliot's breathed life back into her body. She was glad she was the one stuck in here with the mark. Because she could make herself do things that the others couldn't.

It was up to her to get a confession by any means necessary. She was the only one who could bring the mark down, and everyone knew it. She wasn't just fighting for herself anymore - she was fighting for all the women who'd been forced into this position before her.

No one was aware of this more than Eliot, and his words were the only thing Parker had left to hold on to. She may be the team's eyes and ears – but Eliot was the one who was coming for her. And he was going to help her make every last one of these bastards pay.


PART TWO: Call Me A Thief

Parker's vision was blurrier than the day she'd gotten hit on. Yet, she fought to keep her eyes open – determined to keep her promise. She could feel herself being jerked around. Could hear that godforsaken door being opened. But she couldn't make her body move.

As Caden cuffed her hands and feet to an uncomfortable wooden bed, she tried to contort the bones and muscles to make a way out. Cold steel bit into her skin as she tried to elongate her fingers only to have them fall limp and curl back inwards. Even the bobby pin she'd hidden in her hair was out of reach.

Her only hope was to keep Caden talking. If she could just get a confession over the earbuds, Hardison would be able to record every last gory detail. In her head, she imagined Eliot and Sophie talking her through the whole thing. Saying things like "keep his mouth running" and "we're gonna get him locked up for life"

Was it just her imagination? Or were her friends actually talking to her? Parker couldn't tell anymore. Lucky for her, this super colossal jerk really liked to talk – and, he didn't exactly need much encouragement to simultaneously brag on himself and dig a hole for his ego at the same time.

Only when Parker was fully restrained and unable to function, did Caden have the balls to climb on top of her and straddle her pelvic bone, burying himself deep inside her.

"You know, you never can trust the pretty ones." He taunted, breathing his stank breath up Parker's nostrils as he thrust against her (still fully clothed). "Tell me Amber, what was it that made you come back for more?"

"Your fucking mouth." She tried to argue, only no sound came out.

"Don't worry." The bastard mused, laughing at her predicament. "That drug won't last forever. You'll be able to talk soon. Maybe if you're good, I won't have to give you a second dose."

"Pervert!" She spat.

Caden just chuckled and stuck his nose directly in front of her face – a fraction shy of biting range.

"You know, not many women are brave enough to turn me down and then seduce me for information. Let alone bring someone else into it. Had I known I was being played, I would have been a little more careful to hang on to the both of you. After all, I've never had two unwilling playmates vying for my affection at the same time."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Parker tried to half scream.

But Caden just kept going. "You see, my clients pay me obscene amounts of money for the most beautiful women I can find. So maybe I have to scout a few bars and do a little convincing…but no one has ever turned me down before. The money's just too good."

Frustratingly, the only defense Parker had left was her own spit.

A blob of it landed on Caden's forehead, but it only seemed to turn him on more. Grinding his dirty prick deeper into her groin, he proceeded to slather the side of her cheek with his tongue.

The disgusted thief couldn't get away fast enough. She hoped he kept talking because a wagging tongue was way better than a licking one.

Only by then, Caden had crossed the point of no return.

Starting at the swell of her breasts, he proceeded to rip her dress open from chest to ankle – leaving Parker as naked as the day she was born. Then, to keep her mouth shut, he tore a large piece out of the dress material and used it as a gag. Spittle spilled out of the corners of her mouth as she was forced to bite down on a mass of beads that left scratches on her tongue.

The thief's mind went blank as she took a deep breath and willed her brain to take her some place else. Anywhere else. Somewhere safe…

"It really is a shame." Caden mused throughout his last thrust. "I could have made you a rich woman. All of my girls make a damn good living off of what I can provide. Sure, some get tired of it, but I always know how to put them in their place. Just like I'm about to do with you – and your little friend as soon as she is apprehended. Neither of you are going to make it out of here alive. But I'll be damned if I won't have fun getting some answers first. So do yourself a favor and make me work for it."

Just as he was about to shove himself up places he was never meant to go, an enraged fist collided with the side of the man's newly broken nose. Landing on the floor with a loud thunk, Caden had just enough time to crane his neck upwards and see his worst nightmare come to life.


PART THREE: I'd Come For You

Eliot Spencer, owner of said fist, stood over the mark, taking a sadistic pleasure as the bastard started snorting up blood like the pig he was.

"Looks like you're gonna be the one begging ME for favors, ASSHOLE." The hitter threatened, deliberately placing himself in front of Parker and blocking the mark's view. The horrible smirk that covered his deathly serious face was the only indication of what this low life had coming.

In the two minutes it had taken for him to bust down both doors, this little shit had been getting down and dirty with his thief – in the middle of penetration to be exact. Eliot's timing had never been more crucial – judging by the guy's small prick that was now fully removed from Parker's genitalia.

Try as he might, he just couldn't shake the image of his best friend and teammate laying, cuffed and naked on her back, while the soon-to-be-dead mark sat atop her, greedily sucking her dry.

So Eliot purposefully kept his back to her, hoping it would help him stay calm and in check. Because the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass her – either by staring or fixating on the fact that she was chained up like some wild animal.

Unfortunately, as he got his first good look around the room – even he stood frozen in shock. There were contraptions in this place that he'd never seen before, and he'd been in some of the sketchiest places America had to offer – all while serving his country. The flogs, whips, and chains didn't look like they were intended for anyone's "pleasure" either – and he was pretty sure none of the women (or men) who'd seen the inside of this room were willing occupants.

He damn sure knew Parker wasn't.

Which meant NO ONE was getting out of this room alive.

The army of guards who might have come to Caden's assistance, were already knocked out cold in the outer office, and Eliot didn't give a damn whether they were dead or not. Those sadists had been listening to the entire exchange whilst pleasuring themselves - completely unprepared for the full-blown fight he had surprised them with.

They looked about as bewildered as Caden did right now.

As Eliot came back to himself, he realized the cause of his discontent was sitting on the floor, cursing up a storm. All while trying to get up to defend himself. So naturally, there was nothing else for the hitter to do except put all his energy into shutting the guy up. For good.

A quick chop to the vocal chords and Caden was back on the ground again, holding his throat. The mark lost the ability to talk right as Eliot honed in on what he'd been about to say.

The words enough to make his blood boil.

Struggling to keep himself in check, he purposefully brought his thoughts back to Parker. Just because he refused to look at her didn't mean he couldn't see what she was going through.

The mere sight of her, completely at another man's mercy without any kind of leverage at all, made him want to gouge his own eyes out. It made him unbearably sick to his stomach, and he knew if it was that bad for him, it had to be fifty times worse for Parker.

What sealed the deal, though, were the silent tears he'd seen dripping down his friend's face because she was unable to move, talk, or even go to him for comfort. It made the whole situation intolerable and he couldn't stop the onslaught of emotions that washed over him uninvited – moving and sloshing around until something inside of him broke.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Caden was getting his face smashed in while he turned back into the animal he'd been trying so hard not to be. The only consequence that mattered to him now was taking an eye for an eye and a life for a life.

Two broken limbs and a concussion later, Parker began to realize she either had to regain her ability to speak, or let the hitter to go down for first-degree murder. Out of everyone on the team, she was the only one who understood what that meant. She had killed her own family at the ripe age of 13. Step family, really… But still. The man she hated most (for the exact reason she found herself reliving), was no longer on this earth. And she was the one who'd taken him out of it.

There were days that she regretted that decision, but they were few and far between. Personally she wanted Caden to die a horrible nasty death, just like her stepfather - but not at the expense of Eliot's freedom. Like it or not, she still needed the hitter around, and she couldn't do a damn thing if he ended up in jail over something that needed be handled more discreetly.

The more Parker tried to open her mouth and make sound come out, the more her body began to come alive. Grunts and flinches turned into squeals and aggressive flailing.

At first the hitter couldn't hear her past the blood pounding away in his eardrums, but somehow the faint sounds of muffled screams made it through the thud of his fists.

Caden was already out cold by the time Eliot finally cocked his head towards Parker and saw his friend trying to speak despite the expensive waste of fabric still blocking her windpipe.

Squeezing his eyes shut against the homicidal rage that still scorched his heart, he forcefully bowed his head and pushed himself up off the cretin he'd just sent to death's doorstep. The blood flecking his face was soon washed away by all of the salty sweat running down his cheekbones. At least, he hoped it was sweat…

Determined now to get Parker out of her predicament, the first thing he did was allow her the one ability that she had been denied thus far. Taking the filthy barrier out of her mouth, Parker all but choked up as she tried telling Eliot not to murder the guy. Yet.

Except the only thing she could get out was "Eliot, don't."

Stifling a desperate little laugh at the thought of how she must sound more like an E.T. than a Parker, she repeated the phrase again and again – trying to get her point past the Eliot's defenses.

Lucky for the thief, he knew exactly what she was trying to say without her actually saying it. After all, he'd had lots of practice listening to the woman talk with her mouth full of food – spitting crumbs everywhere with each syllable.

A twinge of guilt at that happy thought brought everything crashing down around him as he once more felt the need to turn around and rip out Caden's throat.

But the thief's pleading eyes were even faster than his hands. They held him in place, begging him not to do anything stupid – no matter how much the creep deserved it.

The only thing the hitter could do was glare away his dissent before finally crumbling in silent resignation; touching his forehead to her own and letting the tears flow freely. As much as he wanted to ignore that request, he just couldn't tell Parker no.

With a mere look, she had conveyed that their killing days were over. And in return, he was able to come back to himself – letting Parker know that her wellbeing was far more important to him than revenge.

At the last possible second, he pulled away from her and stood – wiping a hand over his face. Now wasn't the time for weakness or regret. He had a duty to his teammates, and he intended to see it through.

Only when the hitter was good and satisfied that Parker was at least physically okay, did he begin to rifle around for the key to the handcuffs that would free the thief from her prison.

Although the thief had specifically ordered him not to take the guy out, she hadn't said one word about maiming the guy for life. Parker smiled as she seemingly read his mind. Closing her eyes, she breathed the word: "Now" just loud enough for Eliot to hear. He couldn't help himself as he smirked in agreement.

With permission now granted, the hitter aimed one final kick at Caden's crotch, brutally jamming his foot into the rapist's family jewels – and making damn sure Caden never used his favorite body part again.