-GABRIEL'S POV-

Gabriel knew Riley was mad at him for not letting her join the search. But Dr. Wilkerson was right: she needed to rest herself so she can heal.

In the workshop, Nelson and Dr. Cassidy had every monitor set on different traces and scans. Gabriel jumped in the mess with the chip, and information flooded his brain. Faces and names popped up, some Gabriel recognized from various missions and wanted lists, and some were new. Most disappeared as soon as they popped up, and some stayed for several moments. He was sifting through information when Nelson spoke up.

"So with your description, we were able to run a search of buildings that have similar floor plans."

"Anything yet?" Gabriel asked, but he didn't really need to ask.

"No." Nelson said disappointedly. "There are too many buildings with a basement and multiple stories."

"Try hotels. The place had a bunch of rooms and an elevator." Gabriel suggested.

"Did you have any idea where you guys were?" Dr. Cassidy asked.

Gabriel thought for a moment. There were plenty of road signs, but he was so focused on getting out he didn't see any clearly.

"Hold on, I'm going to render." Gabriel said, and plunged into the day before.

Slowly but surely the escaped pieced itself together inside his head. Soon he had a mostly complete picture of the highway and surrounding areas. Traffic wasn't heavy, and construction on the side of the road slowed things down just a little. Gabriel walked in between cars and around traffic cones and machines, searching for anything to tell him where he was. As he neared the construction workers, he saw the logo on their helmets. Easton Construction Co.

Finding what he needed, Gabriel pulled himself back into the real world. "Easton, Virginia. Small town about an hour from here."

Nelson started typing furiously. Dr. Cassidy was talking quietly with Dr. Wilkerson, no doubt about Clockwork and how it was progressing. Dr. Wilkerson glanced at Gabriel.

"I do need to be going. I've committed enough illegal acts to spend the rest of my life in jail." He laughed, but it sounded like nervous laughter.

Gabriel went over and shook Dr. Wilkerson's hand. "I don't know how we can ever thank you enough."

"Stay safe. That should be thanks enough." Dr. Wilkerson said, then left.

Gabriel heard the doctor walk up the stairs, probably to take out Riley's stitches and say goodbye. He turned back to Nelson, who was whispering "yes!" every few seconds.

Gabriel hacked into the computer, and found out what Nelson was so excited about. He had found where they were being held, in an old hotel in Easton, Virginia. The section of town was notorious for gangs, drugs, and human trafficking.

"I'll get Riley. Call Lillian, tell her we've got a lead on the kidnappers. Get a TAC Team."

"And tell them what? Lillian isn't in control anymore." Dr. Cassidy reminded him.

"Human Trafficking. The selling of top secret information. Make something up." Gabriel left the room quickly.

He raced up to the his room and opened the door. A quick glance of the room told him it was empty. "Riley?" he called worriedly.

"In here, Gabriel." Her voice came from the bathroom.

As he neared the bathroom, he could hear the shower running. Gabriel sighed.

"We've got a location." Gabriel said through the door.

"Great. I'll be out in a minute." Riley replied. "Unless you want to carry me out of here."

Gabriel froze. Was she serious? Maybe Dr. Wilkerson gave her more medicine before he left. Of course, he thought taking her up on that offer. His mind started to play out traitorous thoughts, and he had to shake his head to get them out.

"Just hurry up." He said nervously, and went back to the room, Riley's laughter following him down the hallway.

Back in his room, he checked what little firepower the Cassidys' had. Two rifles, and a .9 mm that he kept here. The rifles were useless, slow and clunky. The .9 was fully loaded, but there was only one. Besides the lack of firepower, Gabriel had no idea how he would join this mission. They were wanted criminals, and Gabriel didn't even know how Nelson and Doc managed to get out of work today.

He heard the door open, and he turned around to find a towel clad Riley Neal. The white fabric barely covered her body, leaving very little to the imagination. Her wavy brown hair clung to her shoulders, and he couldn't help but give her a once over. Gabriel noticed that she was blushing fiercely.

"Where are my clothes?" he could hear the nervousness in her voice.

"I think they're in the dryer." Gabriel smirked.

"Great." Riley groaned. "Can you get them?"

"You want me to get your clothes out of the dryer." Gabriel repeated, stunned.

"I don't exactly want to parade around the house in a towel."

Gabriel thought for a moment. He would be handling her clothes, all of her clothes. Underwear included.

"Sure." he walked out of the room, walking so close to her that he could smell the soap she used.

Gabriel quickly made his way to the laundry room, but the dryer still had ten minutes on it. He hoped the clothes were dry enough, and unlocked the dryer door and searched out her clothes. It wasn't hard to locate to locate which outfit was hers: she was the only female in the house.

Gabriel hurried back up to where Riley was waiting, combing her hair with her fingers.

"Sorry if they're a little damp, the dryer still had 10 minutes left."

Riley gave him an odd look, but he ignored it.

"I'll be downstairs."

Sorry for the ending, I just wanted to update before I left for my trip. I'll be updating oneshots only during the weekends, but no promises either way.