I waited until hideous and friends left before I bent down to look at the figure on the floor. The one that looked familiar, the one that made my heart skip a beat. Yep, it was definitely him. That's when I lost my composed self.

"Dad!" I screamed, I could feel hysterics coming. Alex came over and silently pulled me into his warm embrace. Burying my head in his muscular, warm chest, I gulped down air and attempted to calm myself, as in stop crying. I couldn't believe that my dad and friends were unconscious at our feet, that we were trapped in a cell by unknown dangers, and that the only thing I could think about was…that I was crying my eyes out on the boy that I fancied. I felt so shallow all of a sudden.

Pulling myself away from him and wiping my eyes, i gazed up into those chocolate brown eyes.

"Alex that's my dad" I muttered. He crouched to my dad.

Then Alex murmured something unintelligible. "What did you say?"

"Nothing" he replied hastily. I grabbed his arms and yanked him. He turned to face me, and I almost felt…afraid.

"What did you just say?" I growled.

"Eagle"

My head spun. How did he know my dad's codename? I was stunned.

He walked around the room. Before coming to some conclusion.

"The entire K-unit. Just my luck." How did he know that they were the k-unit? My head was still spinning. And I was unfortunately still crying. I couldn't help it, my emotions got the best of me. But I'm a teenage girl! That's my excuse.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I screamed at him, "How do you know them? That they're the k-unit? Why are you even here? How do you know what my dad's codename is? Answer me Alex Rider!"

He stood there, stunned. I almost smiled in satisfaction. He was speechless.

"I know them because I trained with this unit when I was training with the SAS. I am here because I was kidnapped. I know your dads codename because, as I have already said, I trained with them."

What? "Why did you train at their training camp?" I was being careful not to say Brecon Beacons, my dad said I must never tell anyone.

"I am a teenage spy for MI6. Manipulated into it because I'm good at crushing terrorist's plans and admittedly, not trying to brag, I am very very good at it" he stated, calmly and unemotionally; but somehow I knew when he said he wasn't trying to brag, he wasn't trying to brag. It was the truth. Don't ask me how I know that because frankly I don't know.

My head was spinning. I felt like I was about to faint. The massiveness of the situation hit me like a tidal wave. Shaking I went to move closer to my dad, but my legs gave way. The ground came to meet me, I braced myself for the collision with the floor, but it never came. Soft, strong arms caught me. The last thing I remember was someone shouting my name, before the world turned black.

… … … … … … … … … … …. …. …. … … .. .. .

As consciousness returned to me, so did my ever trustful senses.

First was touch. I could feel comforting arms holding me, and I fit perfectly into their arms.

Next was next was taste. The taste of blood was in my mouth, making me realise I must've bit my tongue before I passed out, or as I passed out, I don't really remember doing it at all.

Thirdly was smell. I could smell that whoever was holding me hadn't showered in a couple of days, that they were a man, and that the smell was comforting and familiar. Put I couldn't put my finger on who it was.

Second to last was hearing. Frustrating for me, it came gradually. For a while it was nothing more than a low buzz, but it became more clarified and clearer, like tuning into a radio (only a lot slower). It was a while before I heard what they were saying:

"Snake it's been ages. She should've woken up by now! Are you sure she's alright?" I swear that was my dad talking, but to be honest I couldn't tell.

"Eagle, don't worry. She'll wake up when she's ready. Just calm down alright? If she is coming too then she can hear you and you worrying will only take her longer" the man replied. I think dad said it was Snake what he just said, but it was fuzzy. Someone had their hands on my wrist, where you can feel a pulse.

When sight came back to me, along with full consciousness, I was practically bursting. I mean seriously. My body is so slow when it comes to waking up!

I slowly flicked my eyes open and gazed into the eyes looking concerned at me.

"Dad?" I asked.

His face brightened and he nearly shouted "Ellie!"

I looked around the room. Everyone was looking at me. Wolf, Fox, Snake, Alex, dad. Yep that's everyone! I then realised that my assumption was right. I was lying in my dad's arms. I snuggled into him and let out a contented sigh. I felt so safe and secure in my dad's arms.

He smiled at me. We had the same smile. And the same eyes. And we were both stubborn. And we both had brown/ chestnut hair. We were pretty much identical, with some very obvious difference, like I am a girl and I am 14. Little things like that.

"Are you alright El?" he asked, seriously. I just nodded.

"Are you sure? No light headedness or nausea or anything?" a deep Scottish voice asked me.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes, "I just nodded didn't I?" Serious! Men!

Wolf, Snake and Fox all laughed. Dad and I both looked at them, confused.

"What?" we both angrily growled. This actually made them laugh more.

"It's just…you guys are…soooo similar! That's exactly…what Eagle would've said…The way you both looking at us …right now is even…the same!" Fox replied, between laughter. We both looked away, blushing.

"If it's any consolation, I look identical to my dad" Alex offered.

"Yeah but it's alright for you because you and your dad are both boys. If you haven't noticed already, I am a girl!" I huffed.

"What, does little rich Cub look just like his executive daddy that doesn't want him?" Wolf taunted, completely taking the piss. My eyes narrowed as Alex looked at the ground, his eyes lost.

I sat up straight and stared right into the eyes of Wolf, murderously.

"Wow, you've done it now Wolf, I've seen that look on Eagle, the same night Cobra ended up in the lake and-"Fox started, but I cut him off.

"Will you shut up!" I shouted. Silence rippled and I could practically hear my dad's eyebrows shoot up at Fox's and Wolf's faces. It was funny, and I might've laughed, unless I wasn't locked in a cell with a dick.

Crossing my arms, I continued my murderous glare. "Wolf, you plank. Alex's dad isn't an executive, he isn't rich! His parents died in a plane accident when he was like 5 weeks old, so his uncle raised him, and then his uncle and guardian have just died! I am sure Alex's dad would want him, if he'd ever got a proper chance! But all his family is 6 feet under so don't speak unless you know the fucking facts!" I screeched. Wow. They were all staring at me in disbelief. Laugh out loud! Well, not in these circumstances, but you get my point.

His reaction was slow. Like minutes later slow. Alex was in the corner, looking at the floor, pale.

"He…his dad is dead?" He stuttered. Yes, Wolf stuttered!

I rolled my eyes yet again. "Yes dumbass"

"Ellie don't use that language?"My dad scolded, making Fox snigger. I frowned at him too.

They started talking to Alex. I wanted to join in but I was scared. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact we were captured in a cell by some unknown people, who I'm guessing are bad, not that its hard to guess, unless our government has gone haywire... no they must be bad.

I lay down again, snuggling to dad's chest. He wrapped his arms around me once again and (subconsciously I'm guessing) started slightly rocking me. I focused on the sound of his beating heart, which was so comforting to me. I don't like to admit it, but my dad's amazing to me. He might leave me alone with my Uncle Dan a lot because he has to go on missions. And yes sometimes he is super childish and un-parental. I know he tries his best, seeming as my mum did die, leaving him alone and clueless. But he is always there for me. Even though he does leave me with David or Snake as he calls him, a lot, which is super annoying because even if I stub my toes or get a paper cut, he goes all medical like and does a fricking health check! I sighed. I was close to sleep but I couldn't quite get there. It was like a monster looming up in the distance, blocking my way. The worry, doubt...the fear.

Just when I thought that I was going to sleep, something hit me. Our government HAD gone haywire.

I shot up and looked at Alex, ignoring my dad and his unit's yelp's on surprise when they thought I had been asleep, said to him "You're kidding right?"

Those eyes met mine and I was fighting the urge not to blush. "About me being…no I'm not. Can we not bring this up here?" his eyes flickered to the unit, who were all staring at us and listening to what we were saying.

"El's what do you mean?" dad asked, like I knew he would. Damn I need to learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes!

"Ermmm…."What was I supposed to say when he wanted me not to mention it.

"Ellie…" he threatened. Crap!

"Ermmm…well…I asked Alex if it was true that he was going to be doing the duke of Edinburgh awards thingamabob I told you about, and because he just had appendicitis a couple of months ago I figured he wouldn't do it and seeming as I was doing it too I was just surprised that's all" I explained, praying that they would buy my excuse.

They all looked between us, trying to figure out if I was lying. But I was a pretty good liar, because they bought it. Ha! If a fully trained SAS unit can't tell when a teenage girl is lying then I'd love to see how they do against terrorists!

Alex just sat there. But when he saw me looking he flashed a small smile! I hadn't seen him smile in weeks…not since that guardian of his died. I think her name was Jack. I had lunch with him once and he told me about her. How she never cooked something that took more than 10 minutes, how he loved her like a sister and how she treated him like a son and a brother at the same time…it sounded nice. I had no other family apart from my dad and my uncle. And my dad was nearly always away with his job. Places where I didn't know if he'd come back from. I liked my uncle, and he liked me, it's just he wasn't the parental type, always working. K-unit was always where my dad was, they were like big brothers in a way. So I never really got any alone time with my dad.

The unit shrugged and returned to their conversation. I fell asleep thinking about my life, and how I was going to get answers out of Alex tomorrow, or at least whatever time I woke up. It was difficult telling day from night in a cell.

And I silently prayed that we would get out of here as quickly as possible, before the unthinkable happens to us.