This is dedicated to Fidget/Jcmac22 as she has helped me through a few sticky situations and some days where I didnt think this fic would pull through. thanks x

Disclaimer- very unfortunatly I dont own them...mind you thats probably a good job or they woud have ended up in this horrible situation.

P.s Sorry for being so mean to them R&R and Enjoy x

"Am I all alone in the universe?
There's no love on these streets
I have given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway
So this is my new freedom
It's funny
I don't remember being chained
But nothing seems to make sense anymore"

Savage Garden

She stirred but didn't open her eyes; she couldn't face the day ahead yet. She tried to rub her head but as she moved her arm every muscle in her body ached, she tried again and realised her arms were handcuffed above her head. The last thing she could remember was the sharp blow to her head, the gun handle connecting with her temple, sending shockwaves through her body.

Slowly she allowed her eyes to open, a stream of sunlight hit her directly causing her pupils to dilate. She turned her head to escape it, more agony. She surveyed what of her body she could from her awkward position. She was sat with her legs curled under her, her ankles and calves were black and blue, little circles of different shades plotted a dot to dot on her legs. The dress was torn to her waist and she could see she had no underwear on. She began to cry, she couldn't remember what had happened. That last memory, the last image must have been about 8 pm last night, judging by the light stream it was around mid day now. What had happened in those 16 hours? Oh god Harry. Her mind flashed to her phone conversation, had he got here? Had he been found by this, this gunman? Was he alright now? Oh God, it was all her fault. Why had she been so stupid so blind? The tears now splashed all over the bruises on her bare skin.

Through blurring eyes and aching pains she looked up trying to ascertain where she was. She was handcuffed to the bed, four poster it was so she had no way of freeing her self. Her shoes were strewed across the room and her knickers were at the foot of the bed. She looked down there were red marks across her chest, finger nails had been dug into her. Why if she had been out cold had he needed to make such marks on her? A sign of power maybe or had she been drugged? She hoped to God he has left some traces on her so when she was found, if she was found she could throw him to the dogs. The thought, if she was found, played on her mind. What if Harry didn't go to her house? What if he did but decided she wasn't worth worrying over? What if he had come and been killed? She knew they had booked the room for two nights so she had until around 11 am the next morning to wait if no one came for her, the chambermaid would come to clean the room. 22 hours away that was, at a guess.

The door clicked open and she whipped her head painfully round to see who it was. Her captor entered the room with a tray of food and drink, her stomach rumbled; she hadn't eaten since the previous morning. He set it down in front of her knowing she couldn't reach out to get it, and then knelt down beside the tray. "I guess lover boy doesn't love you at all" He growled "there's no sign of him, my watchers reported he went to your house picked up a few things, went to your friend Adam's house and then went home. He's been sat on his couch with a bottle of scotch since three this morning." She let out the breath she had been holding since he entered the room and tried to speak. All that came out was a ragged sob. "Awww thought he loved you did you? Who can blame him for not loving a bitch like you? A bitch that would happily leave him for a dirty weekend with her lover."

He reached for the plate of food, picking up a croissant and breaking a little piece off, the flakes fell helplessly to the floor and he placed his thumb on her cheek. He prised her mouth open and pushed the pastry between her teeth. "I suggest you eat, it may, depending on your boyfriends actions, be your last meal." She gulped and began to chew. The buttery flavour was tainted with a faint acidic taste. She knew she should stop eating, it was drugged, but her stomach grumbled so she carried on. At least this way she could spend her last few hours in oblivion. When she had finished, what she could only think of as the last supper he offered her some water, tipping it into her mouth. The cold liquid ran down her throat providing some relief from the disintegrating mesh of flakes that had stuck to the back of her throat. He set the glass down, reached out and ran his finger from her ankle up her leg, to the inside of her thigh. She drew her breath in and tried to kick him away but couldn't move the lower part of her body. His finger danced on the top of her thigh and he brushed her dress away. She could now see the extent of her bruises down there. The whole of her pelvis was smattered with little black marks; the insides of the thighs were covered in tiny red marks, friction burns. He had certainly made use of his time last night. She closed her eyes as he moved further up and leant in to kiss her neck. She tried desperately to think of something different when he pinned her back against the bed and pushed his fingers excruciatingly inside her. Her breath must have been rough because he stopped sucking on her neck and whispered quietly in her ear. "Not enjoying it now are you?". She flicked her eyes open. He was millimetres fro her, she had enough slack on the handcuffs to bang her elbows down in to the top of his head. As her elbow connected with his head he bit down on her neck, his teeth dug into her and he toppled to the side. She wasn't strong up the force came from with in, a feeling of relief washed over her for a few seconds but he soon stirred.

"That was a very bad idea."

Harry had drawn up at Adams at around 10pm. He had stayed for a good 5 hours, he relayed the story of the past few weeks. The way she had become distracted, their relationship had been crumbling; now he looked back at it. When he finally got to that night, he couldn't hold the tears back. His head in his hands and the tears dropped endlessly on to the carpet. Adam sat next to him on the sofa, rubbing his back and holding strongly on to his shoulder, an anchor that kept Harry on track. " I picked up the telephone, she was on the other end, her voice was shaking and then she said it, she'd been seeing some one else,"

"Aw mate, I'm so sorry." No wonder he was so upset, it was obvious to anyone who saw them together that he adored her.

"Then I hung up."

"God I didn't know, Do you want a drink?" He didn't know what to say, a strong one seemed the best option, for him as well as Harry. "Do you… want to talk about it?"

"That's why I'm here. I went round to her house, one last time. You know to collect my things and sort of say good bye. I trashed it." He sobbed again at the memory of the anger he had felt and the guilt he now couldn't keep from his consciousness. "There was a message on the answer phone." Adam sat back down and Harry accepted the drink. "I played it, I don't know why, call it instinct. The message on there." He downed the drink and slammed it down on the coffee table causing Adam to jump and the glass to break. Blood started to pour down his hand. "God I'm sorry." Adam got up then returned with a tea towel and a fresh drink. Harry wound the tea towel round his hand and carried on. "The message… she's in trouble, she said the man John Phillips," he spat "had a file on her, and on me, pictures and stuff. The only people who take files on dirty weekends are people like us. Spooks, the company, you know."

"You think she's been lured out there? By CIA?"

"Maybe not CIA, 6 possibly, and yes lured, maybe I'm making excuses, but she is naïve and its very possible she's been hoodwinked into believing someone."

"Your not making excuses, she is, and if she's not been happy, sorry mate, but if she wasn't then that's going to make it a hell of a lot easier." Harry hung his head again, Adam was confirming his every thought. The tea towel was soaked now blood seeped through the cloth, causing red splatters to appear on the white fabric. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. She's broken me again but I can't just leave her if she's in trouble."

"No I know, I know."

They sat there, drinks in hand thinking for a few hours.

"You could go down there, find her."

"I could but they know who I am, and who she is and what we are. I cant just go careering I there."

"We'll set up an operation then."

"I'm not sure I want this all over the grid either. You know, the gossip is bad enough without being cheated on and not noticing."

"Right, No, so just me and you then?"

"And Malcolm, I think we'll need some technical support."

"Right I'll get him here and fill him in, you go home and sleep. You'll need your wits about you tomorrow."

Harry stood up and walked silently to the door. He turned just before he opened it "Thanks Adam, I need someone to be strong now. I feel like I'm not me anymore. She was a part of my soul and it's gone now. I… Thanks"

"I know mate, believe me I understand" They shared a moment, a secret smile, a tormented frown, a weakness they both knew.

Harry had left and Adam called Malcolm to fill him in. They all sat in their respective living rooms, drinks in hand, taking in the night, working out the situation, planning their attack, defence and rebuke.