Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story since the beginning. And to everyone who have continually been PMing me and encouraging me to finish this. I'm so sorry it's been so long between updates. I hope that the new year will bring more time to focus on this. Even if it doesn't bring more time, I hope to make more time for this because I really would like to finish this and actually work on some of my other plot bunnies as well. They've been multiplying in my head and driving me insane because I haven't been able to write them down. Grrr. Anyway, thank you everyone and I'm so very sorry for your waiting.

She could see them. See Carlos and his team. And that whore who took her place as Carlos' wife. The whore who gave Carlos the daughter he always wanted; the daughter who looks so much like the whore and not like Carlos himself. Carlos' daughter should look like HIM, not the whore that birthed her.

Vanga hovered outside the windows, ducking down low so that they could not see her, but so that she could hear them. She had watched them set up their boundaries and their traps around their perimeter and she knew how to get around them. That's how she got into the seemingly deserted house in the first place.

Although unknown to the men inside that house, today wasn't the first time she had been inside. She had been in there at least once every day since they first arrived in the nearby town, gathering the information she needed about her adversary, as well as spending time enjoying Carlos' scent and memories of their past together.

She could hear them speaking, but the words they spoke were not the words she heard. The words she heard in her mind were Carlos, the man whom she had to drag the words from his mouth whenever she tried to speak with him, telling his whore how much he loved him and their daughter and that they would never be parted.

Growling lightly, whispering harshly to herself, "We'll see about that!"

Vanga freezes when she hears a sudden silence in the room above her. She can feel the tension in the air and quietly scuttles from her hiding place beneath the windowsill, back out into the surrounding jungle, making her way back to her hiding place.

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"Cougar? What is she capable of?" Clay was getting agitated. Apparently dealing with crazy chicks only amused him when they were HIS crazy chicks.

Cougar, practically still atop Jensen's lap, was about to answer Clay, to tell him in so many words all about just what a unstable, angry Vanga was capable of when he heard a growl-that is not his own-and then her voice, low and quiet but still HER voice. His entire body tensed up at once and he himself growled as he looked around for her.

Jensen frowned, not liking how tense and agitated Cougar became once again. "Carlos?"

"She's here." Cougar rasped out.

"What?" Clay demanded, but Cougar was already up off the couch and out the door. Clay and the others moved to follow him, separating to search the perimeter and surrounding areas.

Cougar saw Jensen about to follow and snarled. "Jake no! You stay inside. Roque, take care of him."

Pissed about baby-sitting duty, but understanding why he was chosen, Roque grabbed Jensen's shoulders and forced him back inside the house, when all Jensen wanted to do was be with Cougar, watching his back and keeping that psycho bitch away from him.

"Roque let me go. I gotta help Carlos. He needs me to watch his back. If she's out there, she could…" Jensen didn't even want to imagine what she could do. He had faith in his Carlos and he knew that Carlos was strong and could protect himself but…Carlos was also a good man and would hesitate to defend himself against someone such as Vanga, even if it meant Carlos' life.

"Jensen, Clay and Pooch have Cougar's back. Stay here. We don't need to give her what she wants. YOU! Now just sit down. Hell you probably don't even have your gun on you do you?" Roque shoved Jensen back onto the couch and kept alert, waiting for his teammates to get back…or for her to stupidly walk into his sights. Whichever happened first.

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Vanga raced all the way back to her safe place, another abandoned hovel within the same jungle as the Losers. But Vanga wasn't stupid, even if she appeared crazy to everyone else. She made sure that she stayed far enough away from them and their safehouse so as not to attract their attention to her and far enough away from the town so as not to attract the attention of its inhabitants.

Upon entering her temporary shelter she screamed shrilly to the ceiling, where she could see the night sky through the holes in the decaying roof. She paced back and forth, wringing her hands as she spoke to herself.

"They can't do this to me. They can't. He's my Carlos. MINE! Not that little whore's or that little brat's. Mine! How dare they think that they can have him? How dare they? I'll show that little whore. Thinks he's so special; just because he gave Carlos a daughter. HA! I can do better. I can give Carlos a daughter that looks like him. I can give him a son too! A son who resembles his father sooo strongly that you'd think it was a miniature version of him."

Vanga continued to pace back and forth as she worked herself up more and more. "But how did he do it? How did that strange BOY give Carlos a child? It shouldn't have been possible. It doesn't make any sense. How…how did he do it?"

Thoughts of possibilities flowed throughout Vanga's imagination. She saw images of Jensen pregnant and carrying Cougar's child. She saw entire scenes within her head of Jensen experiencing morning sickness, Jensen having cravings, Jensen giving birth via C-section…and Cougar being there for every second of it, when he should have been with her.

Vanga threw herself against the wall before sliding down to land on the floor. "Why Carlos? Why him? He can't possibly love you as much as I do. Do anything for you like I would. Why?"

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Cougar walked through the door with Clay and Pooch, all three men frowning. Jensen was off the couch like a light comes on when you flip the switch. "Carlos?" Jensen could see that she wasn't there and by the frowns he could guess that they didn't even catch a glimpse of her.

Cougar just growled, not happy at all. He pulled Jensen to him and held Jensen tight as he roughly kissed him deeply, even biting Jensen's lower lip as if marking his territory.

Clay frowned, still not used to such public displays from Cougar. Jensen? Yes. Hell Jensen it was expected from or the team knew something was wrong. Cougar on the other hand…no. "We found where she was crouching and her trail around our counter-measures and into the jungle. Once she's in the jungle though…Roque, I think we're gonna need your tracking skills once again.

Roque growled in enthusiastic viciousness. "My pleasure."

Clay just raised his eyebrow, knowing that once Roque got her scent, nothing would stop him til he found her.

Jensen moaned into Cougar's kiss and whimpered when Cougar pulled away. "What are you-" Jensen gasped as Cougar manhandled Jensen back to their bedroom. "Carlos, we need to-" Jensen was cut off as the door slammed.

Roque looked thoroughly put out by that particular event. "Cougs man, don't you wanna-"

Clay interrupted though, "Roque, we all want to find her but there's barely any moonlight out there tonight and even your tracking skills wouldn't be able to find her until morning light. Let Cougar do what he needs to do and we'll take turns keeping an eye out tonight. There's no telling what that crazy bitch will do. I'll take first watch. You and Pooch get some rest and I'll wake you Pooch when it's your turn."

Pooch nodded. "Got it Colonel." Then went off to get as much sleep as he could, knowing they might need it to find Cougar's ex in the morning.

Roque looked at Clay, seeming like he wanted to say something but then decided against it, knowing that the sooner he went to sleep, the sooner he'd be able to wake up and track a soon-to-be-dead ex of Cougar's…no matter what Cougar thought was happening. Roque wasn't gonna let this chick ever be a problem of theirs again. He was tired of people coming after their Jensen. Just damned tired of it. The only person who was gonna kill Jensen if it ever came to that was Roque and it would be after one of Jensen's idiotic, snarky comments or pranks when Roque's temper got the better of him and there wouldn't be anyone there to stop him. That's how it would happen or it just wasn't happening.

Clay watched his soldiers go to either fuck or get some sleep and he himself settled down on the disgusting couch with a beer-yes, he was gonna drink during his watch even though he shouldn't…after all, it IS Clay-ready for a long night.

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Cougar shoved Jensen inside their room. He needed to restake his claim on his hacker now or he would drive himself insane with the need.

Jensen tried to speak but was caught off-guard as Cougar once again kissed him deeply before kissing along Jensen's jaw line, moving until he was at the juncture of Jensen's neck and shoulder where he bit down, marking Jensen with a wicked love-bite that would be there for days and days. Jensen groaned. "Oh Carlos. Damn baby."

Cougar wasted no time in tearing Jensen's clothes from the taller man's body. He started with the bright yellow t-shirt that portrayed a canary on a metal chair with a gun to its head and a microphone to its beak. Jensen loved to wear his 'sing like a canary' t-shirt when they needed to do interrogating like they had earlier today.

After that t-shirt was off Cougar tipped Jensen onto the bed and yanked off Jensen's boots and socks then tearing at Jensen's belt and jeans, ripping them off the blonde's body and throwing them across the room, snarling.

Jensen's eye's widened, in pleasure, in wariness…it was a toss-up; perhaps both. "Carlos…"

Cougar then tore all his own clothes off, ripping them all in the process, not caring that he'd need to buy more later because that only left him with one other set in this country. He proceeded to fall upon Jensen's body, making sure to kiss and lick and nibble and bite and suck and caress wherever he could, making Jensen wither and moan in need. Then whimper and whine when that need became unbearable.

When Cougar felt that he and his Jensen could wait no longer, he reached for their lube and made sure to slick up his fingers liberally so that he could stretch and ready his partner for him. As he did so he used his other hand to slick up his throbbing cock, staring at Jensen as Jensen watched him stroke himself, making sure that he wouldn't hurt his Jensen with his need to take him, to claim him, to love him.

Jensen whined yet again, "Carlos please. You're ready. I'm ready. Just fucking fuck me already." To prove his point he began thrusting himself onto Cougar's fingers, showing Cougar just how much he wanted and needed him NOW.

Cougar growled as removed his fingers from Jensen, smiling primally when Jensen out of instinct tried to keep them inside him. Once his fingers were out of the way, Cougar settled himself between the spread thighs of his hacker and wrapped Jensen's legs around his waist, placing the tip of his cock at Jensen's slick and ready entrance. He growled out just one word before he rammed himself home inside his mate and fucked his Jake the remainder of the night in every and any position imaginable, driving Jensen over the edge of the pleasure abyss again and again as well as himself, "MINE!"

Sorry it's been so long. Thought I'd make up a little for it with that bit of yum at the end.