-RILEY'S POV-

It took Riley several minutes to calm down after the incident with Gabriel. She tried to act like it didn't bother her, but in reality, the way Gabriel had looked at her sent shivers down her spine.

Riley slowly got dressed, careful of her ribs and head. All she had left of her poor shirt was the white tank top she had worn underneath. It was only slightly torn at the bottom, but there were faint bloodstains around the neckline and straps. Thankfully her pants were fully intact, as were her undergarments.

As she made her way downstairs, she became fully aware of how sore her muscles were. Her shoulders ached when she moved her arms up too much. Her legs hurt with every step.

When Riley entered the workshop, the room fell silent. All eyes landed on her. She was uncomfortable with the stares, but shrugged it off and went to stand next to Gabriel.

"So where are we going?" she asked to no one in particular.

"We're not going anywhere." Gabriel growled angrily. "We've been ordered to stay put for the time being."

"Under who's orders?" Riley asked incredulously.

"Mine." Lillian said as she appeared on a plasma screen.

"Why? We can join the TAC team undercover." Riley trailed off because Lillian was giving her a death glare.

"You and Agent Vaughn are under strict orders to stay with the Cassidys' until this operation is over. Then you will move to a new safehouse. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am." she said in a defeated voice.

"Good. Dr. Cassidy, do we have an update on whoever framed Gabriel?"

"The only lead we have right now are the people who kidnapped them." Dr. Cassidy replied.

Suddenly Nelson interrupted with a shout. "We've got a picture!"

Riley was confused, but quickly understood as Lillian's image shrank and a fuzzy image the slowly cleared to reveal a hotel style building appeared. Sunlight lit the room as various windows. The could hear the commander barking orders and see men fanning out next to the camera man. This was the footage of the TAC team raiding the building they were held in.

The team came to some guards, but they were easily subdued. The men didn't even fight back. The door behind the guards was locked, and the camera man kicked it down easily. The two men next to the camera rushed in, guns blazing. Inside was a single man, sittin small round table drinking what looked like Scotch.

"Stand up slowly, with your hands up!" the camera man yelled.

The man complied, silently raising from the chair.

Riley looked away for a moment, and noticed she had slowly moved closer to Gabriel without realizing it. Her shoulder was touching his bicep, so she shifted her weight so wasn't touching him.

Looking back at the screen, the camera man had finished the room and moved the man to the hallway. The team moved on, meticulously clearing every room and pulling out prisoners. She recognized some of them vaguely; spies, undercover agents that had gone missing and had been on the news.

Riley noticed that most off the guards that had been cruel and tough while she was there, had gone without a word.

"Something's wrong." she whispered to Gabriel.

He nodded slightly. "It's too easy. They didn't have to shoot or fight anyone. Those guards were the kind that won't go down without a fight."

Riley watched the screen again, and her body tensed with apprehension. The team had made it to the basement.

She watched as they pulled victims one by one out of their own Hell. Some were still able to walk and in relatively good condition, while others were half conscious and barely alive and had to be carried out. Then the team came to a room with a very familiar face. Her torturer.

Riley didn't want to watch anymore. She forced herself to stay put, but she stared at her feet instead of the screen. Gabriel had noticed, because he put his arm around her shoulders and gave them a small squeeze. Riley took a deep breath.

She looked up to see the screen again, and the team had moved upstairs to join the others. She felt Gabriel stiffen, his arm tightening around her shoulders. She pressed against his side softly. It was his turn to be haunted by memories.

The team pulled out a man in an expensive suit and Italian shoes, along with two bodyguards. Riley looked up a Gabriel, but his face was expressionless.

Riley looked back, and the team was exiting the building. It was over.

Nelson closed out the camera window, and Lillian's picture enlarged to fill the screen again.

"Are you two okay?" Lillian asked, eyeing the pair. Gabriel was still holding her against him.

Gabriel dropped his arm and Riley moved away. "Yeah. Fine." Riley forced the words.

"We'll get to the bottom of this. I'm sending you an address of a secure location. This way we'll know where you're at." Lillian gave them a disapproving look.

"We didn't have a choice, Lillian." Gabriel reminded her.

"At least the house we used was owned by Cyber com." Riley put in.

Lillian sighed. "Just go to the safehouse until we finish interrogating these guys."

"How are we going to explain why Cybercom is interrogating these people? What did you tell them?" Riley asked.

"The truth. Mostly. That they had information on you two." Lillian eexplained.

"When do we leave?" Gabriel asked.

"ASAP. And use the cards for some new clothes." she said, then ended the call.