actually wrote this days ago but it wouldnt work and took forever to work, so yeah, forgive me for being late. anyway, i have a good feeling about 2012. and this is my first update of the year so i hope you like it!lol enjoy and do not forget to review people!

My heart was somersaulting! This was like my dream, only a million million times better.

A million million million million times better.

I looked up to those deep, chocolate brown eyes. The eyes that had seen too much. Once again we held each others gaze, only this time longer, the feeling stronger. His head started towards mine, and I wondered what the hell he was doing. Resting his head on mine? No, he carried on. But he never stopped looking at me….i was captivated….

…..and then he kissed me.

I just couldn't believe it. My whole head shut down, and I kissed him back. Other senses seemed to just fold up and the rest of the world faded away from me. The situation; us being stuck in a hell, me the bargaining tool, something that could end in death. It meant nothing right now.

I was leaning in towards him, on his chest, my hands in his hair. I couldn't believe it was really happening.

I heard a sound behind me all of a sudden, a gasp maybe?

I turned around, to find myself staring at my dad, and the rest of the unit, who were all staring, open mouthed. The blood rushed to my face, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex blushing too.

My dad looked furious.

Scrap furious, I was worried for Alex's safety. Not my own.

"Morning Dad." I said weakly, pulling away from Alex and leaning against the wall next to him.

I think Dad was having trouble breathing, he was livid. His face was red with anger. Behind him, Fox grinned.

So, being the teenager I was, I stuck my tongue out at Fox. Apparently that's a bad idea when your incredibly furious Dad is in front of him and thinks that you're sticking your tongue out at him. I think I might have paled slightly.

"ELEANOR JACQUELINE AMELIA SMITH! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE YOUNG LADY!" he all but screamed. I saw the rest of the units eyebrows raise in surprise. Apparently, they'd never seen him angry. Yeah, most of the time my dad was pretty immature and joked a lot, kind of like me I guess. But when he got angry…wow. I'd only ever seen him this angry once, last year. We were on holiday in Sainte-Marie, this place in the south of France. We were with my Uncle Dan, and they went to the bar. I was with them, and it was only 3 in the afternoon and I went for a wander. Long story short and I met this boy, he was Spanish. We made out and then I went back to the bar and he guessed I'd met a boy, my dad I mean. Anyways, a week later, we were home and I kept getting really really bad stomach pains. He thought I was pregnant! It was so embarrassing, and then I was sick so he drove me to the hospital, shouting the entire way about how irresponsible I was and how I was grounded until I was 40. Turns out I had appendicitis, man; you should've seen his face after. He was so guilty! He brought me an iPhone, a mac and a new hockey stick!

Anyway. I looked straight into my dad's eyes, my eyes like ice, face neutral.

"ELLIE! HOW CAN YOU DO THAT! BAD PLACE, WRONG TIME AND YOU ARE WAY TOO YOUNG! YOU ARE GROUNDED UNTIL YOU ARE 40!" He screamed again. I rolled my shoulders and started my retaliation.

"I'm not too young Dad. I'm 14 years old. I'm not a baby. And last time you said I was grounded it turned out a bit sour, didn't it!" I replied, near shouting but not quite. He remembered what I was referring too, and his gaze met the floor before meeting mine again with a certain fire of some sort.

But it could mean anything, that fire in his eyes.

"ELEANOR! DON'T BACKCHAT ME! YOU SHOULD BE MORE RESPECTFUL!" He shouted again. I was getting angrier now. Why did he have to go and ruin the best moment of my life by doing all this? And I didn't think it was really back chatting; more like heated debating. Well, in my opinion anyway.

Everyone kept quiet, watching the to and fro argument. As I thought about what to say to my dad, to try and tell him what I meant and felt without actually saying anything, so everyone else wouldn't understand, Alex stayed beside me. His breathing was even, but out of the corner of my eye I could see he was tense. Apparently he wasn't comfortable around my dad, or as everyone else knew him; Eagle. Alex wasn't relaxed around any of the K-Unit, but then again, he had trained with them, and I doubted that they were exactly nice to him. They were different when they were in their 'work mode' as I called it. And then, of course, around me, my dad was, well my dad. I'm not sure I really know how I can describe him to be honest. I'm so used to how he is, I don't really think about it.

I didn't want to argue with my dad, especially in this small cell, because it was pointless. You never know when we might all-

No! I tried to stop myself from thinking negatively. I had a specially trained, best in the country, SAS team with me, one of them being my dad and I had teenage spy extraordinaire (apparently) with me.

It can't go wrong. We will get out of here alive.

We have to.

Tears spring to my eyes, and everyone's faces soften, especially my dad's. I wish they knew why I was crying. They should know that I wouldn't cry for getting shouted at. Or maybe they know perfectly well why I feel like crying and are being considerate and caring…hmmm.

Like a cliché, the door snapped open, and of course, Oli de merde followed by his big buff bodyguards sauntered in. and, as you guessed, the bodyguards had batons.

Talk about cliché.

They wrestled K-unit and Alex down the hall, after some mini fights and swearing. I just let myself be grabbed. There's no point in fighting. You need your strength.

To make an escape, of course.

So I looked around, trying to get a sense of direction in the forever turning corridors, but lost it after about the 30th corner. I then tried to look for escape routes, but all I saw was black and grey.

I saw a lot of that these days.