I really really need to be updating this faster. Sorry!

A Dreadful Morning

Part 1:

Dawn and Dusk quickly left after the evacuation of the hotel. They could not waste a second and quickly went back to their house. Once there they threw on their hiking gear and grabbed everything they would need for the rest of the day. It was a quick commute to the RV campground from where they lived. Once there they headed off west into the woods.

"The plan is going well so far," Dawn said as they walked.

"I'm sure he'll be pleased with our progress."

"Yeah, probably. I'm just really glad we were able to get that information out of Larson. Without it I don't think we ever would've found where they were."

"Well, we already knew where they were," Dusk reminded her, "we just didn't know exactly where they were."

"Oh blah blah."

"So once we get them back we go after the others. We turn them in and profit."

"What if they're dead?" Dawn wondered as they climbed over a collection of boulders. "Their intestines eaten out by vultures."

Dusk sighed and looked at his sister. "You were always more morbid then me."

"Or they were attacked by bears and wolves and are now just tiny human chunks!"

"Dawn!"

"I'm just saying."

"If they're dead then the whole plan is ruined! We have to find them first."

Dawn sighed as she looked into the vast forest that spread out in front of them. "Well then we better start looking. It's going to be a long day."

Part 2:

The three of them managed to get in as FBI agents in the crime scene. While there they worked on getting their hands on as much information as possible. Since the murder had just happened in the morning Hardison couldn't find any information on the web or through technology. Right now all the information was handwritten or spoken and had to be extracted first-hand. Eliot confirmed that someone had snapped his neck using all torque. It was surely a murder. Right now the police knew as much as they did, which was not helping. Hardison proceeded to do some more in depth research on the pilot while Parker followed Eliot around.

"Eliot, I know that you want to take care of the murder right now but we need to find Nate and Sophie. And I know you want us to trust you but I can't just keep waiting around while they're stuck out there."

Eliot was quiet for a while as he looked out the window. Over the buildings of the city he saw the deep and daring forest on the beyond. "Something just doesn't seem right."

Parker scanned his face, trying to figure anything out. "What do you mean?"

"Why kill the pilot now? What advantage would they have in doing it?"

"It would post-pone us from finding Nate and Sophie...keep us from finding them until they die..."

Eliot let a deep growl rise in the back of his throat and went over to the officer. "Sir, can you please tell me if there is any sort of trail or entrance to the national forest by where that forest fire was?"

The officer thought for a second. "There's an RV campground. It's not that close but it's as close as you'll get."

"How far do you know?"

"Maybe 21 miles."

Eliot nodded and quickly went over to Hardison, shaking his shoulder. He looked up at him with a confused expression. Parker was next to both of them in a second.

"I figured out the missing piece."

Nobody bothered to ask what it was because in that moment they dashed from the crime scene and down to the car. Parker took the wheel and Hardison started getting another private helicopter to go off and search for them.

"Hardison, don't worry I got it covered," Eliot said quickly. He watched as Eliot pulled out his phone and and started talking in fluent Hebrew. Once Eliot hung up he directed Parker to a private airfield.

"My buddy Ollie is going to be our pilot for this trip. He's a badass fighter so if we run into any trouble we have some more back-up."

"Eliot," Parker said sternly, "what's the missing piece."

"Someone's out to kill Nate and Sophie."

"What?" Parker and Hardison both said simultaneously.

"Whoever this is knew that he'd be in a secluded location and knew he would be vulnerable. And whoever killed Frank wanted information and they wanted to post-pone us from getting to them. We can assume that they're travelling by foot but we don't know. Right now we just have to pray that we get to them before they do."

Part 3:

Sophie woke up early the next day and snuck out from the small alcove. Nate had his arm around her protectively but he was in such a deep sleep he didn't notice. Her body was sore from sleeping on the ground and her legs felt like someone had burned them. It hurt with every step she took but she pushed through it. The sun was already almost all the way over the horizon and it created a soft yellow glow that blended into the soft blue of the sky. She sat down on the long grass and stared off into the woods. A bunny scampered by and she smiled. Her mind wandered off to the team and she wondered what they were doing. She wondered where they were and how close they were to finding them. All she wanted to do was go home and be safe.

Nate was jolted awake when someone roughly shook his shoulder. He groaned at being woken up and rolled over to look at them. When he opened his eyes enough he Sophie smiling down at him. The sun was lighting her up from behind giving her almost the essence of an angle. Sophie an angle? The thought made him smile.

"C'mon sleepy head we need to get moving."

He nodded and stood up, yawning deeply before handing Sophie her bag and grabbing his own. They walked for a little while to shake off the exhaustion and get their bodies moving. After about 20 minutes he stopped and started rummaging through his bag.

"You still have my pocketknife?"

"Mhm."

"Remember, don't be afraid to use it if I get out of hand. Just please...don't aim to kill me."

"I would never aim to kill you! If you get out of hand and don't...respond to the knife I'm-I'm knocking you unconscious."

"Alright, pick one," He said as he held up the bag holding the five remaining pills.

"Me? Oh, um, hmmm...that one!" She exclaimed, pointing to the silver gel pill.

"Please don't let this be bad," He muttered under his breath before taking the pill. She watched nervously and let her mind think of all the possible things it would do. If there was anything worse then homicidal Nate then that would be very very bad. As they walked Nate seemed pretty normal; quiet and contained.

He watched the way she walked and the way her body moved. An angry sort of passion was starting to take over. Now he couldn't just stand for a kiss. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.

She started to notice his body language start to change. He was staring at her now, almost trying to look into her soul. She didn't dare meet his eyes for fear she'd see this fake beast. It was fake and it didn't last long but that didn't mean his actions didn't happen in reality.

Nate would make her want the sadistic side of him. He would show her just how rough he could be with her. Unable to deny his body of this flaming desire anymore he roughly grabbed Sophie and kissed her. He bit at her bottom lip so hard he drew blood causing her to roughly push him away. Her blood was on his lips and his face but she didn't register it as she clutched onto her mouth. She spit out some blood and wiped her face off with the back of her hand.

"Nate, what was tha..." She trailed off when she remembered that this was the drug speaking and acting. No...no it couldn't be. Please...just don't let it be that.

"It is not hate nor greed

Not anger nor fear

for there are things in the world

that are far far Worse

you think it's just a facade,

But it's not - he's just insane

do you know what this man is?

He is the only thing worse,

He is love

And love is a psychopath."

Sophie swallowed hard. The scars would be reopened but this time not by someone she hated, but by someone she loved.

So that poem at the end was inspired by Jekyll (the one Gina starred in) because the like 'tag' for the show is love is a psychopath. I don't own Leverage!