Thanks for those who have read my story so far. I know it's a little…eh… at the moment, but it's only the first chapter. I can't give anything away just yet about what's happening. You'll just have to continue reading in order to find out. So with that being said, here's chapter 2. Enjoy.

With Nate and Sophie preoccupied, Parker was left to deal with her depression. Usually she'd go and steal something in order to make her feel better, but this was something different. She didn't just lose two important people in her life. Parker lost her whole world. Parker and Hardison recently began having an intimate relationship, which was knew to her because she hasn't really had the time or the social skills to have any sort of relationship with anyone else. As for her and Eliot, he became a brother to her. Since the first mission they did together, Eliot has watched over her and protected her, as well as taught her how to be "normal." Who did she have now? Nate's drowning himself in alcohol and Sophie, while having the best of intentions for the most part, is only focused on herself and Nate. Parker was all alone.

With a deep sigh and tears continuing to run down her face, Parker gathered her things and walked outside to her Ecosse motorcycle that Hardison gave her for Christmas. If it wasn't for her depression, she would've enjoyed the warm Portland summer night. She climbed onto her bike and started the engine. Revving her bike, she drove off into the night. Like her place in Boston, her first purchase she made for a home was a decent sized abandoned warehouse. She got it for a good price after the police raided the meth lab that was going on inside of it.

Her home was simple for her, but to anyone else, it was something out of a horror movie. Parker had a large collection of the Baby Joy Rages, as well as a lot of safes and rope. She told Hardison when he came to install her security system that it was all for practice, minus the dolls…those were just for her. As she climbed into bed, Parker grabbed the picture of her, Eliot, and Hardison off of her dresser. The picture was of them after they emerged from the subway after they stopped the biological bomb from killing the citizens of Washington D.C. A tear rolled off of Parker's cheek and landed on the frame. With a small smile, she kissed the picture, put it back on the dresser and fell into a deep sleep.

"Parker…" A familiar voice rang through her head. It was loud enough for her to hear it but soft enough that she couldn't tell if it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She wanted to call out, but she couldn't see anything.

"Parker…" The voice called again. This time, it was louder and clearer.

"Hardison?" She asked as she tried to see.

Emerging from the darkness walked the love of her life, arms held out, and ready to embrace his beautiful woman.

"H-how is this possible? Nate said you were killed!" Parker said as she placed her hands over mouth in shock. Her eyes began to water as Hardison wrapped his arms around her.

"This can't be real. I must be dreaming." Parker thought to herself.

After all, there's no way this was happening. She didn't remember waking up. But sure enough, she could feel the warmth of his body

"Shhh…don't ask. Just love it!" Hardison said as he lifted her head and kissed her.

Parker wanted to pull away and try to wake up. It was killing her knowing that it was all a dream and that he wasn't there with her, but at the same time, it just felt right. She didn't want it to end…that was until she woke up to the sound of her cell phone going off.

"No! Hardison come back!" Parker managed to say before she sat up in her bed.

She didn't want to check her phone. She didn't want to talk to whoever made her ruin her perfect dream. Cursing whoever it was, she finally picked up the phone.

"Who the Hell is this and how did you get this number? Hello? Answer me" She said angrily.

A few minutes passed.

"Is this Parker? I need to talk to you." A man's voice finally spoke.

"How do you know me? Who are you?" Parker asked with a nervous tone.

"That's not important. I'm a friend of Eliot's. I have information about Eliot and your boyfriend. Meet me at the pier in 30 minutes and don't tell Ford or Ms. Devereaux." The man's voice said.

Before Parker could object, he hung up, leaving her to think about the situation. She thought about calling Nate, but after seeing how he handled things earlier, it was best if she went alone. Parker took one more glance over at the picture of the three of them and got dressed. One of the things she made sure to pack was her trusty Taser, just in case. Luckily for her, the pier wasn't too far away from where she lived. After 10 minutes of driving, she arrived and made her way at the end. Parker looked down at her watch.

"2 am- where is this guy?" She asked as she shivered from the cool breeze that blew in.

"Ah good, you came!" The man's voice said, coming from behind her.

Parker jumped in fight and quickly grabbed her Taser. Emerging from the shadows of the night was the mystery man. She guestimated him at 6'2. He was decently muscular, with dark brown hair that glistened in the moon light. He had a scar on the right side of his face that went up to his dark brown eyes.

"Who are you and why did you have me come out here?" Parker asked as she continued to point the Taser at him.

"My name is Carson Williams. I'm an undercover CIA agent investigating Queen City Planes. I was with the group of guards that had your friends Eliot and Hardison." The man said as he took out his badge.

"What are you trying to tell me?" Parker asked as shivers went up and down her body.

"Your friends aren't dead. We had Eliot surrounded. We were supposed to detain him for questioning until your boyfriend showed up. We had to fake Eliot's murder in order to capture Hardison too. Your boyfriend got a good one off on me. That's how I got this scar. Anyways, he's proof that they're still alive." Carson said as he took out a folder and tossed it to Parker.

Not taking any chances, she continued to point the Taser at him, while bending over and picking up the folder.

"Open it and you'll see." Carson said.

Taking a gulp, Parker finally opened it and nearly fainted. There were two pictures sitting in the middle. Eliot was lying in a cot with his hands handcuffed in one picture, while Hardison was sitting tied to a chair in another one.

"How do I know these are legit?" Parker asked as she threw the folder back to him.

"Trust me, Parker. I'm here to help you get your friends back. They're being kept in another Queen City warehouse." Carson said. His voice was sincere and trembling.

"Why should I trust you? How do I know you're not just leading me into a trap?" Parker said as she lowered her Taser.

"Do you want to help your friends or not? They don't have a lot of time left." Carson said.

"Yes I want to help them! What do I have to do?" Parker asked as she fought back the tears.

"Get on a flight to Cincinnati and meet me at this location." Carson said as he walked over and handed her a card.

"Are you sure this is not a set up?" Parker asked.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it by now. Just make sure you come alone. I don't want Ford to blow this. I'm the best chance you've got of getting your friends out alive." Carson said as he turned and began to leave.

Parker remained silent as she looked down at the card. All she could think about is that Hardison and Eliot are alive and that she needed to save them. She had a small grin on her face at the thought of Hardison being okay. Without hesitation, she climbed onto her motorcycle and sped back to her warehouse, so she could pack.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. As always, reviews are much appreciated.