A/N: This is the introduction of the bad guy! Dun dun dun! *queue dramatic music if you please* In stereotypical fashion I decided to go with a Russian bad guy. Why? Because they're my FAVORITE bad guys! lol In Rock-n-Rolla they were beasts! Anywho, when I thought of my Russian bad guy I pictured him being Peter Stormare. He's the guy who played Satan in "Constantine" and has played a few Russian mob guys in movies (surprise surprise) ha.

The next morning had started off uneventful enough or rather sort of on the awkward side. When Nate had finally decided to come out of his room it was at exactly seven o'clock dressed in an olive green Henley, jeans, and worn in but highly comfortable sneakers. His hair, on the other hand, was still ruffled from sleep and as he stretched Abbie quickly hid her smile as she moved the spatula around the pan.

"Morning."

He silently grumbled at her cheerful tone; a little annoyed that she'd made herself so comfortable in his kitchen. Where the hell had she even found a frying pan? He had those in his place?

Making his way around the island he eyed her skeptically as he went into the cupboard and pulled out a coffee cup.

"Where's Sully?"

Ignoring his bitter tone Abbie just continued to remove the remaining bacon from the pan, drizzling a little maple syrup on top of them. She couldn't help but smile as the sweet aroma lifted off of the plate and turned to face Nate lifting the plate up higher to the sour look on his face. If anything could remove such a look she was sure it would be her maple syrup bacon. It sounded like an odd pairing but once it was in your mouth it was ridiculously hard to resist.

She watched as Nate's eyes narrowed on the full plate of bacon, scanning the top of it, and then looked up at her. For a brief moment she thought he wasn't going to take any but just as she was going to lower the plate down he snagged a couple. Abbie couldn't help but feel satisfied as she smiled up at him in victory.

"You always make it a habit to just make yourself comfortable in other people's kitchens?"

Her smile wilted around the edges as she placed the plate back down on the counter, fighting the urge to snatch the bacon from his hands before he could put it in his mouth.

Nate felt a sudden flicker of guilt as he watched her try and regain her composure but he didn't hesitate to brush it away. He hadn't been able to sleep because all night the only thing he could think on was the beginnings of Sully's "I'm too old for this," speeches and he wasn't going to be a part of it. But Abbie had just sat there not even saying a word and had let him continue on with it. Staring at her now he squared his shoulders, having been set with a new resolve to keep her away from Sully. He wasn't going to allow some girl he didn't even know to come in and fill Sully's head with anymore of this "I'm too old" bullshit.

Taking another bit of the bacon she'd shoved in his face he waited until his back was turned to marvel at how good it tasted and began to set out a plan on how to get some more when she wasn't looking.

"Are you still mad at me about last night?" she asked.

Her voice had trembled, on the edge of uneasy laughter, as she stormed after him and into the living room. Her fists were clenched tightly at her sides as she struggled to remain calm. The quivering of laughter that Nate had heard from her however didn't sound exasperated to him. No, instead it had sounded more like she was making fun of him, causing him to turn and face her fast.

"You could have at least helped out instead of just sitting there and allowing him to indulge himself-"

"Whoa, whoa, I'm sorry I didn't know that he was being indulgent I thought that was called being realistic."

"What the hell would you know?" Nate snapped back. "He is perfectly capable of doing everything I can do if not better."

"And that's all fine and well and I believe you, really I do-"

"But what?" He cut in this time taking a heated step towards her. "I know you've got a "but" coming."

"But," Abbie began tightly, "Sully wouldn't have asked me to come if he didn't think you'd both need the help."

"Why are you here?"

"I just said Sully asked me to be here! What are you, dense?"

"No, see I don't think that's it at all."

They were both far too angry; both knowing that they had no right to continue a conversation like this but both were stubborn and neither one willing to back down. They'd gradually become dangerously close to one another, their voices rising as they pressed on.

"What are you trying to imply exactly?"

"Oh I don't know, that there's probably a good chance that this job could get us a lot of money. Maybe even make a good name for yourself working with the two guys who found El Dorado."

"Go to hell! You don't know a damn thing about me," she snarled.

"That's right I don't so why should I trust you let alone trust that whatever you say is good for Sully!"

"Oh, so that automatically means that you do know what's good for him?"

"Hey, hey guys what's going on here?" A familiar voice cut in.

Neither one of them made a move to acknowledge him as their eyes stayed focused on one another.

Sully looked on confused and worried not knowing how to even defuse the situation when he didn't understand how the hell it had happened in the first place. Stretching his arms out cautiously in front of him he began to move towards the kids.

All Abbie wanted to do was punch Nate in his smug face for assuming she was nothing more than a common thief; acting like she would something like leech on someone she had known her whole life. A rough hand touched her elbow and without looking she knew it was Sully but she quickly brushed him off and stepped away from both of the men.

Nate had made it more than clear that she wasn't welcome here.

"Hey, come on guys can we please stop with the goddamn staring contests already? You're both really starting to freak me out."

"Don't worry about it Sully I was just indulging Nate in his stupidity. It won't happen again."

Finally she tore her eyes away from his knowing that if looks could kill she would've been dead on the spot; the feeling was mutual. As she moved to head to her guest room she bumped into him hard with her shoulder causing him to stumble back to catch his footing. Yeah, she knew it was childish but she didn't care.

When anger replaced sanity nothing good ever came out of it.

"What the hell did I miss?"

Sully tried on more time to get one of them to talk to him. Putting his hand on Nate's shoulder he got in front of the kid forcing him to look at him.

"Mind telling me what the hell is going on between you two?"

Nate patted his shoulder briefly before he stepped out of his reach heading back towards his own bedroom.

"Don't worry about it, Sully."

Once Nate had disappeared behind the door of his room Sully stood there between the two rooms that held the only kids he was willing to call family. He rubbed the back of his neck before he moved to sit down on the couch and maybe watch a horse race or two before both of them ended up giving him a headache.

Sully had given them a full hour of pouting time before he knocked on their doors and told them to get their ass's out there. He wondered briefly if he was going to have to drag them out but in the end they both came out on their own. Sully could've cared less if they didn't talk to each other or wanted to continue their pissing contest about whatever he had stumbled into earlier. As long as they went along with him to the meeting and helped him finish the job before they theoretically killed each other, he'd be fine. He hoped by some miracle they'd work whatever it was between them out before it did kill them.

He stopped to light his cigar giving Abbie the chance to finally catch up to them, her hands were still shoved into her military jacket, and she continued to look like she'd been sucking on a lemon. Tucking the liter back into his front pockets they started forward once more with Nate in the front, him in the middle, and Abbie bringing up the rear. They'd been walking like this in silence since they'd left the apartment and when he'd somehow ended up in between them like this, he was starting to feel more and more like a babysitter.

"I can see why you like it here Sully," Abbie spoke up from behind him, "Every other older gentlemen I've seen is wearing exactly the same outfit as you. It's quite terrifying actually; more possibilities to lose you in a crowd."

"Are you still stuck on my damn choice of wardrobe?" He chuckled as he waited for her to catch up to him.

Glad to see she was finally cheering up he nudged her playfully with his shoulder as he exhaled the smoke from between his lips. Waving a hand out she tried to disperse the toxic cloud as she pretended to cough.

"All I'm saying Sully is you know your choice in clothes is bad when every other middle aged man that you pass by is wearing the same funky Hawaiian shirt and Khaki's combo."

"Who the hell you calling middle aged?"

Looking back at them Nate waited until she looked up to meet his eyes before he gave her a smug smile that said plainly; told you so. Instantly her face soured, any hint of the smile Sully had seen seconds ago disappeared as her lips tightened until they almost disappeared. Before he could help himself he let out a sigh of irritation as he took up his post back between them.

"So this is your first time in Miami?" Nate inquired.

It surprised Sully at first but as he watched the kid look back at Abbie he had a moment of doubt. Nate was always up to something. At first he didn't think she was going to answer him but finally she spoke up with a one word answer: "Yup."

"Really? How come you've never vacationed here?"

"A lot of assholes live here."

As Nate swung open The Shore Hotel's lobby door he stopped to give Abbie his full attention, an amused smile on his face.

"Ha ha real cute."

She ducked under his arm and made her way into the lobby.

"Yeah, and you're such a charmer."

Chuckling Sully walked in beside him as he took one last puff of his cigar before he tossed it out the door before it completely shut.

"Where too, Sully?"

He pointed his thumb upwards towards the ceiling.

"Second floor on the outside patio. He reassured me he would be the only one out there."

The actual likelihood of him being up there alone was one that they all personally doubted but neither of them was willing to share it. Instead they located the stairs and continued to make their way up to the second floor.

When Abbie reached the top of the spiral staircase she froze, her hands gripping tightly to the railing, as her eyes scanned the vast emptiness of the room. For a dining area she found it alarmingly odd that there wasn't even any staff in the area. Downstairs it had been packed with patrons enjoying breakfast and the nice waterfront view but up here...

"Uhm Sully we need to go."

"What do you mean by go?"

She waited for the two of them to join her at the base of the stairs her anxiety only growing as she continued searching the room.

"What do you think I mean? Just take a look around," she gestured at the empty dining room.

Instantly Nate's body grew tense as he scanned the area knowing exactly what Abbie was talking about. As he scanned the room he noticed that there was a small group of men gathered around a table out on the patio and from the looks of it none of them had seen them entire the dining room.

"Alright let's just back out before they notice-"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a thick Russian voice spoke from behind them.

It was hard to understand him because his W's sounded a lot like V's.

Nate looked behind him, needing to put a face to the voice, and found himself staring into the black buttoned up chest of a very tall dude. He tilted his head up to see a heavily scarred face with a deep five o'clock shadow that was very close to becoming a beard. His hair seemed a little long for a henchman, going clear past his shoulders, but who was Nate to say? Especially when said henchman pressed a gun into your stomach.

"Goddamn it," Sully muttered fervently from beside him.

Nate's henchman shoved him forward and gestured with the gun in the direction of the waiting men.

"I suggest you move you are already late."

They must have had them waiting for us in the lobby, Nate thought as he was shoved forward again.

"You might want to work on your English, pal. Pretty sure you'll scare off all the tourists."

He was rewarded with another shove sending him stumbling forward barely catching himself on one of the dining tables before he fell completely. He quickly righted himself before the asshole "helped" him up locking eyes briefly with Abbie. He could tell she was trying to hold it together, her face betraying nothing as the guy behind her shoved his pistol hard into her back making her move forward. Her face betrayed nothing but her eyes said everything: she was terrified.

Nate wanted to say something, anything to make her feel better, but before he even had a chance he was shoved once more launching forward cussing the whole way.

"A simple, 'Move,'" he said deepening his voice, "Would've sufficed."

Sully watched in what felt like slow motion as the dick that was behind Nate lifted the gun above his head and brought it down fast, striking him hard in the back of his head. In the same motion he watched as Nate fell to his knees and tried to shake off the hard blow.

"Nate!" Abbie screamed.

Suddenly a loud thrashing started behind him.

"Get your hands off me!"

"Abbie! Abbie!" Sully called from over his shoulders. He kept a close eye on Nate, watching him out of his peripherals to make sure he was getting up okay. "Just calm down and do what they ask. Nate, you alright?"

"Yeah Sully I'm okay."

They all continued forward after that without incident but Sully's heart was still pounding heavily in his chest. What the hell had he been thinking bringing the two of them into this?

The walk to the patio had felt like it had taken forever. Or maybe that was just how it normally felt when you had a gun shoved into your back. Abbie wasn't all too clear on that part but she was clear on the fact that it was incredibly uncomfortable and nauseating. The minute she had felt the heavy weight of it pressed firmly into her back she had frozen, unable to move as her stomach had tied in knots.

It hadn't been the first time she had ever felt the cold weight of a gun on her but it didn't change the fact that every time it had happened, it always felt like the first time. You couldn't drive away that fear of death that it suddenly brought on and the cold sweat that started at the base of your spine and crawled its way down as it became clear your life was no longer in your hands.

She was escorted out unto the patio, the coolness of the air jarring her from her thoughts as the smell of the ocean filled her nostrils. She allowed herself to take a glance at the view and instantly regretted it. The water looked refreshing and all the people down at the beach looked like they were having a blast while she was up here …with a gun pressed to her back.

"Damn it."

At the sound of Sully's voice she brought herself back to the situation at hand. They'd lined them up a few inches away from the awaiting chairs in front of them. She wondered why they didn't just let them sit down and she got her answer when her capture kicked her legs farther open and brought her arms up at her sides.

The guy was very thorough maybe just a little too thorough. His disgusting hands lingered in certain areas making the drive to kick his grinning teeth in all the more potent as his hands slide down her calves and to her boots.

"Finding anything you like?"

She couldn't help but grin as she looked down their line to Nate who seemed to be more amused than anything else. For a second she thought the bigger man was going to strike him again instead he shoved him into his chair.

"Thanks dick but I think I could've pulled out my own chair."

"Nate," Sully warned as he was sat down next to him.

Abbie was about to step forward and take her own chair when she felt her capture lift up her pant leg exposing the hilt of her Kongo knife she had in her boot. Closing her eyes she silently cursed herself as she was placed in her chair. He handed the blade over to a man she assumed to be Dmitry who whistled, impressed, as he took the blade from him.

"This is an impressive blade. I wouldn't imagine a girl of your-"He eyed her expectantly before he continued, a sleazy smile on his face; "size would carry around something so…bulky."

Abbie sneered at his attempt at polite conversation and decided to play it cool. Clasping her hands calmly on the table she leaned in and replied, "I'm in the business of stealing, Mr. Kuznetsov. What else am I supposed to fiend people off with? Floral arrangements?"

Dmitry's smile wilted at the edges as his eyes flashed with vehemence. He looked almost ready to tear her in half. Instead he leaned back against his chair with his legs coolly crossed in front of him giving no hint of his actual rage as he stared at her until finally he cracked a disarming smile. Abbie was officially creeped out.

"Golomya."

"Excuse me?"

"My real last name is Golomya. Maksim Golomya; and these are my associates Kushnir and Murray. It's good to be seeing you again Victor."

"Wish I could say the same."

Golomya feigned to be hurt as he tisked him. Abbie counted that there were at least seven of them up there with them that she knew of. Golomya continued to play with her knife in his hands; his eyes never wavering away from Sully.

"It wasn't really that bad the last time was it Victor?"

"Your pal Murray killed people, Golomya. Innocent people."

"Eh," he shrugged, "People die. It is the way of things."

"Well it's not how I conduct business."

"You see! This is why I had to use a different name to get you to come. If you knew it was I who wanted you for this job you would've said no."

"You're goddamn right I would."

He waved him off.

"Come Victor let us discuss the business at hand."

"You must be crazy if you think I'm going to sit here and do any sort of business with you."

Sully moved to get up but was shoved back down and held there. Instinctively Nate started to move but Sully calmed him down.

"Take it easy, Nate."

Golomya shook his head lightly as he leaned back against his chair and handed Abbie's knife off to the guard at her right. He didn't seem to actually be upset about it only more like it had only made him more irritated as he waved another man forward who placed a good sized file in the middle of the table.

"I had been hoping it wouldn't have come to this Victor, really I did, but if you must make this difficult."

Quickly with his middle and index fingers he made a signal. For what Sully had no idea but the sound of guns cocking made his blood run cold. He wanted to turn and look but at the same time he was terrified too. Sure enough when he glanced at both Nate and Abbie they had guns pressed tightly too their temples.

"You son of a bitch!" he seethed.

Golomya couldn't have seemed more relaxed. He just continued to sit there, his thumb and index finger resting on his face, as he leaned back against his chair, and his cold grey eyes almost daring Sully to test him.

"Now, once more, let us discuss the business at hand." Opening up the file he only searched briefly, removed a photo, and slid it down for all three of them to see. "Do you know what this is?"

"Is this a trick question?" Nate asked.

Sully didn't seem to appreciate his humor but Abbie did. She was wondering the same thing.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Golomya shot back his voice thick with venom.

Best not to antagonize the crazy person, she thought as her gut tightened as Golomya looked at Nate like he was a bug he could've easily squashed.

"It's the Hindu God Vishnu," Abbie spoke up.

Sadly enough it only earned her the creepy gaze of Golomya who looked pleased with her answer.

"Very good."

"What does this have to do with the job?" Nate inquired pulling Golomya's attention back to him.

Abbie couldn't have been more grateful.

"The God Vishnu is in possession of a divine and rare jewel called Kaustubha; said to be the most valuable stone in all of existence. I want that jewel Mr. Drake."

"Vishnu is a mythological God and the Kaustubha that you mention is one of the fourteen treasures that were churned out of the ocean. Oh and by the way did I mention Vishnu was a mythological God? He isn't real! None of that stuff is."

She fought the urge to shake as Golomya stared at her. She wasn't sure what was going through his mind as he looked at her but she was willing to bet none of it was good.

"Are you so sure?"

"It is said he rests in an ocean of milk," she stated flatly. "I don't know about you but I haven't seen too many oceans filled with milk."

He gave out a harsh laugh as he hit the table hard abruptly stopping and looking at her, his face clear of any amusement.

"Stupid girl! You need to not look at things so literally. You may not believe but you Mr. Drake…you do."

He brought his attention back to Nate who had been lost in thought while he had been listening to her. There may not be an ocean of milk but he knew of a river in India that was milky in color and tasted just as sweet. But that wasn't nearly enough information to go off of. To even determine if there was a chance Golomya could be right he would have to see what was inside that file.

"It was also real enough for four different explorers to speak of it and even one in particular who came exceedingly close to having found it."

Nate eyed him cautiously.

"Why didn't he?"

"He died," Golomya stated simply. "So since I seem to have your companions attention I will leave this file with you and a companion of your choosing-"

"Say that again?" Sully interjected.

"Encase you have forgotten Victor I do not like being interrupted."

With another flick of his fingers Sully suddenly felt knuckles press deep into his skin, the force of it knocking his head back.

"You fuckin' bastard!"

Nate forgot all about the gun that was being shoved to his head as he watched Sully get beaten by the asshole that had held the gun on him earlier. He moved to get up out of the chair and was greeted by the butt of the gun.

Finally Golomya waved them off and looked over at Abbie who was fighting back tears as she thought about all the things she would've done to them if and when she got back her blade. Dismissing her he looked back at both the men.

"Let's try and act civilized shall we? Now, as I said earlier Victor I will allow you to choose between the boy or the girl."

"What the hell are you talking about? They're both coming with me."

"No they both won't. You will take on and I shall take the other. It's to ensure that you hold up your end, yes?"

Abbie felt nauseous.

Sully glanced over at her for a second before he looked back at Nate. The kid was all for Golomya at the moment the hatred seen plainly in his eyes. He nudged him lightly with his shoe under the table startling him out of whatever thoughts he was in. It didn't take long for the kid to get an idea of what he was thinking and when he gave him a reassuring nod that he knew what to do, Sully finally looked back at Golomya, and prayed that this wouldn't backfire on him.

"So? Have you reached a decision?"

"Yeah I have it's just not the one you wanted me to make."

Grabbing the edge of the table Sully quickly flipped it over while at the same time Nate disarmed his gunman having him easily on the floor. Abbie had no idea what the boys had been planning and neither had the gunman next to her. While he moved to aim at Nate she reached down to grab a plate off of the floor and stood up quickly smashing the plate hard into the gunman's forehead. He squeezed off a round and she quickly dodged out of the way and kicked out hard to the side of his knee. A sickening crunch was heard as he began to scream, moving the gun around to aim back at her. She grabbed another plate off of the floor but smashed this one down on his hand, ending with a huge piece of it slicing into his skin, finally causing him to drop the gun and without thinking she kicked it over the railing.

"Sully duck!"

Sully did as he was told and heard a fist connecting with flesh as Nate's punch flew over him hitting the big guy hard in the face. As soon as he was done he popped back up and landed a hard right hook to his jaw and followed it up with a left jab directly on his nose. After a few more swings he was starting to breathe hard his body growing tired.

I'm getting to old for this shit.

The big guy was starting to get back on his feet and Sully could feel his hits making less and less of an impact. The circus freak knew it too and as he reared back his arm to give him what he was sure was going to be one hell of a hit, he watched in a daze, as Abbie let out a short scream as she brought a chair down on the guy. He stumbled around for a split second before he finally collapsed down onto his knees and ended with him on his face.

"Ha ha! That's my girl!"

She beamed at him proudly.

"Sully get the file!"

Turning to his left he saw Golomya's right hand man Kushnir searching through the mess as he tried locating the file. Sully moved towards him and kicked him hard in the face sending Kushnir back against the railing of the patio. He quickly righted himself and stood up and stood in some weird pose Sully assumed had something to do with martial arts.

"Nate! I could sure use your help over here!"

"I'll be there when I can Sully," he grunted back as he swung down hard connecting his fist with the top of one of the henchmen's nose.

Abbie moved to help Sully when she saw her Kongo blade sticking out of one of the unconscious men's belt. She made her way over to him and swiftly bent down to pick it up happily sliding it into her belt.

"I'll take that back thank you."

"Abbie look out!"

She was so stupid. How had she not noticed it until now? She was mid-turn when he slammed into her and had her lifted up off of the floor, running with her full speed to the easiest place to ditch her: over the patio railing. She tried to fight it but automatically panic overwhelmed her as she started landing hard elbows into his face. When he began to stagger she had a fleeting moment of hope that she'd get him to drop her but as she continued to hit him with her elbow she only realized that yes, it was slowing him down, but he wasn't going to drop her until he had her over the side. She tried for one last hard blow but she was too late; he'd already flung her over.

As he flipped her over she didn't allow herself to look down as she reached out and caught the second bar of the railing. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she started to climb her way back up, ignoring the feeling of her legs being weightlessness, only to have the guy begin to smash her fingers in with what she thought was a piece of wood. The minute he smacked it down onto her fingers she immediately wanted to let go, the aching pain assaulting even her bones. Instead she screamed as she fought to keep her grip as he slammed the wood back down onto her hand.

"Abbie! Abbie I'm coming!"

"Nate-"

"I got her Sully! Just get the damn file!"

Nate rushed towards her as fast as he could, his rage only growing as he watched the jackass smash the leg of a chair down on her hands again. Suddenly the hand that he'd hit disappeared and for one heartbreaking moment Nate thought he had been too late and he'd failed her and Sully both, but when he stepped to the side he saw she was still hanging on with one hand left.

Nate slammed into him before he could hit her hand again and spun him around head butting him hard. Maybe I over did it, he thought as the world danced around him for a second. When his eyes finally adjusted he had barely enough time to focus on the guy as he swung the chair leg at him. Barely ducking down a second before it would've struck his head. Quickly he punched up and sent him stumbling back towards the railing. Nate moved in and without another thought picked the guy up and did too him what he had just done to Abbie; he tossed him over but Nate made sure he'd done it right.

"Nate…a little help!" she called out to him.

Leaning over the railing he reached out for her and she eagerly took his hand. Abbie winched as his hand latched onto hers, hands still stinging from the beating they'd received moments ago. Nate pulled her up towards him until he was able to wrap his arms around her and lifted her back over the railing.

Abbie knew her feet where on solid ground; she knew that Nate had her and that she was safe but damn it she couldn't stop shaking. Her fingers were still throbbing as she clutched tightly to Nate's shoulders with her face buried deep in his shoulder. His chest was vibrating, her ears picking up the light humming of sound, and she realized that he was talking to her. She felt like she had been wearing ear plugs but she knew it had just been the deafening sound of her heart as she thought only seconds before that she was going to die.

"I got you; I got you," he repeated as he rubbed her back.

She wanted to tell him thank you but when they pulled apart and she went to open her mouth to tell him, gunfire erupted around them.

"Sully come on we need to go!"

Nate waited until Sully was ahead of them before he took Abbie by the hand and sprinted towards the exit.

For anyone who was wondering about Nate and Abbie's argument it was there because I found it funny that they would both try and assume thay they know what's best for Sully better than he would, but they do it out of love.

So I'm wondering how are you guys liking this so far? Seriously I'm dying to know! hahah

Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND REVIEWING! It truly does make me update faster (or as fast as I can ha)

~Much Love, Jeneane~