I do not own mi5/spooks in any way.

"If you look to far into the future,

You'll forget the past."

-dinozzofan14

Lucas squinted his eyes so that they were almost shut due to the little light that he'd had in the trunk of the car. When his eyes had adjusted to the bright light, he saw that a man, perhaps in his mid to late fifties with gray hair that barely covered the bald spots on his head. From what he could see, Lucas decided that his captor had glasses; round or crescent shaped ones that nearly blinded him from the light reflecting from them. The mans wrinkled face made him look almost like a bulldog and his yellowish eyes made Lucas shrink back, not in fear, but surprise. He had never seen eyes like those.

"Good afternoon Lucas!" said the man with a thick Russian accent. "I'm so glad that you were able to come round before we loaded you into the building that will be your last resting place. Unless Harry Pearce decides to come quietly."

Lucas groaned. He'd been right. Harry had pissed off the Russians recently and now he, Lucas North, was paying the price. Strange, he thought. Why was it always him? Why couldn't it be Ros or Ben? Maybe they want a challenge? He doubted it. After all, they wanted Harry. So, he was being used a leverage. And Lucas being used as leverage meant torture. This was going to hurt.

Ros was now starting to worry. Sure, she knew that Lucas could take care of himself but being five hours late and not answering any of his phones sent up a red flag for his female partner. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Are you know starting to worry Ros?" asked Ben, looking over Malcolm's shoulder at the computer screen, as the technician tried to get a lock on Lucas's phone location. So far, no luck.

"Yes. He should've called in by now. And he knows just how pissed off I get when someone doesn't respond to my calls."

"Me too." Ben said, turning back to the computer.

Meanwhile, Harry was sitting in his office, calling everyone he could think of that might know where Lucas was. He had called the nice old lady in his building to go and see if he was in, since she had a key. But she said that he never returned last night and that no one was there. After what felt like the fiftieth call, Harry hung up and put his head in his hands. He'd hoped that he could keep Lucas away from the Russians of anyone in that matter that would threaten his life but that seemed to be impossible.

Just as he was giving up hope, when his phone rang. His cell phone. Few people knew it. He read the caller ID. "Lucas N."

"Lucas! What the hell is with you? Not answering anybody's calls? We all thought, …" He stopped speaking as soon as the cold laughter filled his ears instead of Lucas's voice.

"I'm very sorry Harry…but I'm afraid that Lucas can't come to the phone right now. He's being given a little lesson in electricity at the moment. Would you like to hear? He's not very good…" the sudden screams of pain came to Harry's attention as well as the sharp crackles of electricity coming in contact with wet flesh.

"What are you doing to Lucas!" Harry cried, standing up now, shocked at this method of torture. The accent caught his attention immediately. The Russians. "What do you want with him?"

"Oh Harry…you're so naive. We don't want young Lucas. Though I must admit that he is rather fun to play with. No Harry, we don't want Lucas. The one that we want…is you."