Title: Wanted
Summary: Eliot was wanted in several countries. What if one of them got him? Eliot whump.
Rating: T, for violence and some cursing. Possible some implied non-con, but nothing graphic.
Author's Note: As always, I'm not a doctor and don't play one on TV, so all medical mistakes are mine. Also, this is unbeta'ed, so I guess all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: The Leverage team isn't mine (boohoo). I own nothing, except a little belly button lint.
Other Author's Notes: For those of you who are wondering just how far I will go, yes, there are limits - but its a pretty thin line (*evil gasp*). And yes, eventually Eliot will be rescued! You don't think I'd make him rot in that horrid prison forever do you? This is rated T, but if anyone thinks I need to go to M please let me know.
"Nate!" Hardison yelled excitedly into his cellphone, "I think I know where Eliot is!"
"Finally!" Nate yelled, "Where is he. He's been gone for almost two weeks!"
"In a prison near Tavoy. I found a report of a prisoner transfer from a small airport that happened two weeks ago. It mentions an American prisoner and the closing out of a four year old bounty. It doesn't give any names, but I don't see how it could be anyone else."
"Can you get any details of the prison?"
"Not really. If I get close enough I should be able to hack into their security system if they have any video feeds."
"Okay. Work on that and let me know when you get something."
"What about going in there to try to look in on him? We could bribe them to get one of us for a visit." Sophie asked.
"No," Nate responded firmly, "I could probably give someone a big enough bribe to get in, but I know about these places. Eliot gets a visitor and they'll be all over him later that day. We don't need to give them another reason to beat him. Parker and I will get a layout of the general area and we'll come up with a plan to break him out."
It was a few hours later when Hardison called Nate into his hotel room, "I, uh..I" he started, "I found the video footage from the prison where Eliot is being held."
"Have you seen Eliot?" Nate asked cautiously.
"Um, no. I, um..I'm not really cut out for watching this sort of thing." Hardison said softly, "The stuff I do, I steal money. I mean, I hurt people financially, but hurting people physically - it's sick man. Don't get me wrong, I love Eliot like a brother, and I know he does what he does because he has to, but this is different."
Nate rubbed a hand along the man's back, "Yeah, I get what you mean. I'll take a look at the videos. Show me how to watch them."
Parker, Sophie and Hardison were waiting anxiously when Nate stormed into their hotel room. Their questions were left unspoken on their lips as they watched Nate go straight to the mini-bar and pour himself a shot of whiskey. He downed it, then poured himself another and downed that one as quickly. As he poured a third shot he leaned forward over the counter, shoving the shot glass and bottle away from him and onto the floor. His shoulders shook, silent tears running down his face. Sophie looked at the others in concern before going to his side, putting an arm around him and drawing him close. He allowed himself to be drawn into her embrace unresistingly. She didn't say anything, but instead held his hand with one hand and pressed her lips onto the top of his head. Nate stayed in her embrace for several seconds, glad for her support, and knowing that the entire team was going to need it and more in the coming days.
He took a deep, shuddering breath and then pushed himself up away from the bar and turned towards the other members of the team. "Parker, we're going to have to rely pretty heavily on you for this one. You up to it?"
"I can handle it."
"Okay, Hardison, do you think you can find some sort of schematic for the prison? We especially want air vents, drainage pipes, that sort of thing. This is going to have to be a straight break out, and we're going to have to do it Parker's way, with stealth. Eliot, uh.." Nate paused, not sure of how much to say, pretty sure that things would be different with Eliot's conditions within a day at most, "Umm, Eliot's not going to be able to do much fighting in this one."
They all knew what that meant.
"Nate," Sophie asked, laying a hand back on Nate's arm, "Nate, how bad is it? Really."
"Bad enough. But if we provide the opening he'll do what needs to be done."
"If I can steal the Hope Diamond - and then put it back - then I can break one man out of a prison. Hardison said there weren't that many guards."
Nate didn't bother to tell her that the reason that there weren't that many guards is because the prisoners were kept in such a wretched state that they were in no condition to make a break for it, "Okay, get with Hardison and find a way in and out that's unlikely to be noticed - probably a sewer or air vent."
"On it." they replied, almost in unison.
Eliot looked up from his bunk when he heard the doors to the cells click open. "Time for a little fresh air," a guard called out as he walked by, "Everyone out." The guard stopped at his door and looked directly at Eliot, "Up and at 'em Spencer."
Eliot heaved himself slowly to his feet, dreading going outside. He'd only been outside twice in the two weeks he'd been at the prison. Both times he'd seen people get beaten and left for dead. One of them had been gang raped; he'd never seen either of the men again.
He walked carefully out the door, his broken leg sending sharp spikes of pain thru his body with each step. He kept his head down, hoping not to attract to much notice. He managed to stay in the back of the group, relatively unnoticed, until they got outside. The doors closed behind him with a slam and Eliot leaned against the wall to get the best view of anyone who might approach him.
He realized right away that there was no readily defensible position, and he stayed where he was, near the door, his senses on high alert for anyone coming near. He saw Marhkra laughing with several other prisoners at a table. He looked up at the guard towers. The fencing was twenty feet high with razor wire at the top - for prisoners in their condition it would be a nearly impossible feat to climb out of, and as a result, the two guard towers that were visible appeared to be unmanned.
He held his ground when Marhkra left the table and sauntered over to him, "Did you enjoy crawling around on your hands and knees like a bitch dog?" the bully asked him.
"Fuck off," Eliot warned.
"You know, I think I will." Marhkra laughed, then nodded nearly imperceptibly, and suddenly Eliot felt half a dozen or more hands on him. He struck out defensively, hearing a cry of pain in reply. He fought against his attackers, and even with his injuries was a worthy opponent. But four against one was more than Eliot could handle in his injured state, and while several of his opponents had bloody noses and multiple bruises, they eventually got the better of the hitter and dragged him away from the wall.
He was flung to the ground, where he tried to curl up into a ball to protect his already damaged midsection. He heard laughter, then felt a boot slam into his back above his kidneys. He bit his tongue to keep from crying out and showing weakness, which only made the other men laugh. He was kicked several more times while he lay on the ground and when the kicking stopped he was left gasping on the ground, blood in his mouth and trickling out of other numerous wounds on his body. He was picked up by the arms and dragged over to the table. He was too dazed to put up a fight as he was stretched face down across it. He grunted in surprise and pain when a man grabbed his broken fingers and twisted as they pulled his arms forward. He felt a heavy weight lay across his back, "You told me to fuck off. And you're going to help me do just that." he heard a familiar voice say in his ear. Eliot struggled, trying to get out from underneath the heavy weight of the bully. He felt a hand slide under his waistband and his struggles became more desperate, fear lending his body strength that pain had taken away.
Suddenly his pants were pulled down and he felt something hard press up against his legs. "No!" he cried out, fear starting to get the best of him. He tried to pull away from the men that were holding onto his arms and hands, but was thwarted when one of them twisted his fingers even further and he could feel the bones grinding together. Another person landed a hard fist into his broken ribs and the fight left him as he struggled to draw breath into burning lungs. He felt fingers grab bruisingly into his hips and buttocks, and fingernails scrape his inner thighs. He felt something that was hard, hot and wet slip up between his thighs and up to his buttocks. He was too exhausted and confused to be successful in a fight against the assault and he bowed his head in defeat against the intrusion into his body that he knew would happen next.
Suddenly the weight against his back and legs left him and he was thrown to the ground. He lay there, curled up in a huddled ball, fighting back the tears that were threatening to pour down his face. He heard laughter, but was too exhausted to respond and he made no attempt to move from the position that he was in.
He lay there in the hot, humid son, unmoving while he struggled to draw breath in his tortured body. He lost track of time, and it could have been ten minutes or ten hours later that he heard the guards yell, "Alright you scum, pack it up and get back to your cells. The show is over."
Eliot started to sit up, dragging his pants back into position as he did so. He lurched to his feet, fighting against the pain and humiliation. He took his place at the back of the line, head down, hair covering his eyes. He heard the laughter of the guards as he walked by. He hunched his shoulders, his body broken and his spirit in shambles and limped slowly back to his cell.
When the lights finally went out and the prison was bathed in darkness, Eliot didn't bother to try to stop the tears that ran down his face.