~*~*~*~
The team heard the noise of duct tape being ripped from the roll,

"Now shut up, and leave it on, or I'll wrap it around your head you little bitch." The man snarled.

"Why are you doing this?" Jules asked calmly,

"I said shut up." He growled, and they heard Jules's protest as they re-taped her mouth…
~*~*~*~

The Team

They heard a door shut,

And Sarge nearly said something when they heard the same dominant voice again, only clearer, louder.

"I could have a little fun with you." He said quietly, they heard a thump as Jules was forced down into a laying position then a muffled gasp of pain. They heard her murmur of alarm then she screamed into the duct tape…

Jules

Two of the men left, but the one she presumed was the most dangerous stayed, she tensed as he walked back towards her.

She tried to scoot away, but doing so without giving away that her hands weren't cuffed anymore was damn near impossible.

"I could have a little fun with you." He said.

He moved forward quickly, and shoved her down onto her back, and she let a small scream as he groped her breast, but when his hands began to move South she decided that pretending that she was cuffed was no longer a priority and she reached forward and punched him in the throat.

He let out a gargled choke, and grabbed at his throat before falling backwards. She jumped up as quickly as she could, and took advantage of hic current position. He was kneeled down, curled in on himself, trying to breathe again. So, she grabbed him by the back of his head, and shoved his forehead into the ground twice and he collapsed to the side. She took a second to catch her breath and calm her nerves, before stripping the duct tape away from her lips,

"Guys…"

"Jules?!" Sam asked, shocked to hear her, "What just- what happened to the guy?"

"Unconscious." She said.

"Impressive." Spike exclaimed.

"Jules." Sarge jumped in , "Does he have a weapon on him? Anything you could defend yourself with?"

"Right." She said, and moved forward, after making sure he was really out and not just messing with her, she checked all his pockets, and belt.

There wasn't a gun. No knife, but there was a stun gun. And, oh God,

This could come in handy.

"Spike." She said, "He has his phone and a stun gun. I can see if he's exchanged any texts with the other subjects…maybe I can get one of their numbers and you can track it."

"Copy that." Spike said.

She searched his phone frantically until she happened upon a text labeled "Kevin."

She searched the texts hopefully, hoping that there would be anything that would give away any clue as to whether or not this man was someone involved.

Most of them were discreet, but there was one,

Do you know how long we'll go away for, if we're caught?

Yes!

She scrambled to find his contact,

"Spike! 1-647-599-4738!"

"Got it Jules."

She heard footsteps outside, and jumped to attention. She quickly dragged her newly unconscious captor to the side, and hid him where the door would open, concealing him.

Then went to the middle of the floor, thanking God that there seemed to be a heated argument going on outside. She grabbed the duct tape from the ground and pressed it back over her mouth.

She moved to her earlier position, but lay on her back and closed her eyes to enforce their beliefs that she was helpless in this situation. The door opened, and she didn't move.

Two pairs of footsteps approached her, and she assessed them the best she could with her eyes shut.

"She must have acted up." A man said, and she figured he was referring to the fact that she was supposedly unconscious.

"Where's Chuck?" Another voice questioned.

A woman. She realized, shocked.

"Why are we doing this?" The male asked.

"I've explained it to you a million fucking times, I want the child!" She screeched, then eerily calm in a low menacing growl,

"Julia was 7 months pregnant when they shot her, when that team killed her in June. I didn't just lose a niece that day. I lost my fucking sister! I want them to know what it feels like!"

"Stay Calm Jules." She heard Sam's soft voice in her ear.

"You're going to kill the baby?" The male asked, Jules's heart had jumped to her mouth and it took every fiber of her being not to let her panic and protectiveness take over in order to protect Sadie.

"No." The woman said thoughtfully, "I want that baby, and I'm going to take her. I couldn't care less what happened to her." She nudged Jules's leg with her foot…

"That team is going to regret everything that happened that day. And they're going to remember this day for the rest of their sorry lives."