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Chapter 2

The steel door thumped open, jolting Grantaire out of his memories. "Agent R, pleasure to meet you at last," a voice chuckled from in front of him. He held in an instinctive flinch at the sudden malicious voice. "We've been looking for you and your partner for a long time. How nice of you to drop into our facility," she giggled with hidden spite at him. The blindfold was untied and ripped off his face. The gag was soon to follow and this time, he could not supress a tiny wince at the tape being torn off his skin. As soon as his mouth was free once again, the ball of cloth and lead that had been weighing down his tongue was thumping onto the floor at the woman's feet.

"Nice to meet you too," Grantaire replied, trying to remain in control of a very bad situation.

"Oh the pleasure is all mine," she chuckled, slowly running her finger down the curves of his cheek. Grantaire couldn't resist flinching away from the action; causing a jerk of pain to stab through his shoulder. "Careful with that," she smiled, pulling on the hook slightly. The pain roared as the muscles tore apart and blood poured down his body, dripping onto the floor. He let out a small cry of pain which just caused his captor to smirk even more.

"Tell me about Agent E," she insisted but Grantaire just shook his head.

"Why would I do that?" he asked, pulling an exaggerated confused expression. The woman sighed and Grantaire took his first proper look at his captor. She was certainly tall; she was able to stand face to face with him even with his feet not able to reach the floor. Although he had a suspicion that the five inch heels she was parading around in helped with that aspect. Apart from that she was pretty normal; he would certainly be able to recognise her on the street though. In her little black pencil skirt on white tight fitting shirt; basically she looked like a nice business woman. But nice business women don't have secret agents hanging from the ceiling in a basement.

"Because I can have you put through a lot of pain just for one little piece of information. Just a name," she stated pacing in front of him.

"Brian," he stated with a smile and the woman stopped pacing.

"Is that Agent E's name?" she asked in mild shock and Grantaire burst out laughing.

"No it is just a name," he laughed, mimicking her words. "Brian is a perfectly nice name," he argued as his captor growled. A flying hand smacked him in the face and he bit his lip to stop the pain flooding out; his cheek stung and his shoulder roared once again.

"How would it feel to know your precious E is watching right now?" she asked with a little smile. She pointed to a camera in the corner of the room. Grantaire's face flinched for a moment as he looked to the camera. Enjolras could not see this. "You wouldn't want them to have to watch us extract the information," the woman taunted as she returned to pacing. She soon as she turned away, Grantaire returned his attention to the camera. "Hi 'Pollo, I'm okay," he mouthed with a smile before she turned around again.

"Boys!" the woman shouted. The two henchmen that had brought him there stepped behind her. She strode up the agent hanging in the centre of the room. "Make him speak, smash his pretty face up a bit as well," she grinned, pushing his brown curls behind his ear with a trace of affection. "Although it is a very handsome face you have there Agent R. Shame you keep it cover up all the time," she smiled. "Your girl must be very lucky," she added with a touch of venom. The woman picked up the wedding ring on a chain that she had left handing round his neck. "JE hearts NG … how sweet," she giggled. "I wonder which you are. Never say I am not merciful, I have let you keep your symbol of affection," she replied dropping the ring so it fell back against his neck. "Get to it," she ordered, patting Grantaire's cheek lightly before leaving. The bodyguards stepped forwards menacingly.

"Hello lads," Grantaire sighed but was silenced by an impressive right hook to the left cheek.

The woman wasn't lying when she said Enjolras was watching everything. The live feed was streamed straight to the conference room in their department of the CIA and all available agents were watching to help search for their mission agent. Agent E was on the front row. When it first clicked on, he could not hold in a chocked sob. But no one judged him; they were all shocked at what R was being put through. It was just those two were closer than any partnership they had ever had before. His partner was hung there lightly swinging with blood dripping from his limp form. It was if he was dead; he was so still. Tears pricked the back on Enjolras' eyes but thankfully he could still see Grantaire's shallow breathing, the only sign he was still with them. Enjolras was fixated on the slow rise and fall of his chest. A shadowy figure walked in the door and Grantaire jumped causing the hook to pull in his shoulder. Enjolras was in the clutches of a minor panic attack as the mysterious woman talked to Grantaire. He winced every time Grantaire did and chocked on a silent sob when she pulled on the hook.

He only snapped out of his paralysis when she pointed at the camera. He watched as Grantaire's face flinched for a moment as he looked to the camera, directly at them. "You wouldn't want them to have to watch us extract the information," the woman taunted as she returned to pacing. Enjolras was on the verge of hyperventilating as she turned away. Grantaire returned his attention to the camera. "Hi 'Pollo, I'm okay," he mouthed with a smile before she turned around again. Enjolras jumped up screaming.

"I need to find him!" he shouted trying to push out of the room. "He needs me, I need to save him!" he shouted punching any agent that tried to get him to calm down. Eventually with the help of four agents they managed to get him calm and sat down again.

"Boys!" the woman shouted. The two henchmen that had brought him there stepped behind her. She strode up the agent hanging in the centre of the room. "Make him speak, smash his pretty face up a bit as well," she grinned, pushing his brown curls behind his ear with a trace of affection that Enjolras noticed straight away.

"If she dares touch him I swear I will kill her," he hissed, penned into the chair so there was not a repeat incident.

"Although it is a very handsome face you have there Agent R. Shame you keep it cover up all the time," she smiled and Enjolras twitched in anger. "Your girl must be very lucky," she added with a touch of venom. The woman picked up the wedding ring on a chain that she had left handing round his neck. Enjolras' hand instantly shot to his neck and the identical ring lying against his chest. He didn't notice all the concerned eyes on him as he silently sobbed for his husband while gently playing it around his fingers. He sat there desperately wishing that the man wearing the other one was here besides him. At least the witch did not know how close her prisoner was to the man she was hunting for.

"JE hearts NG … how sweet," she giggled and Enjolras replied with a growl. "I wonder which you are. Never say I am not merciful, I have let you keep your symbol of affection," she replied dropping the ring so it fell back against his neck. "Get to it," she ordered, patting Grantaire's cheek lightly before leaving. The bodyguards stepped forwards menacingly. Enjolras tensed at their movements.

"Hello lads," Grantaire replied and Enjolras gasped at the right hook to his left cheek. Enjolras sobbed quietly as his other half was beaten and there was nothing he could do to stop it.