AN: First I want to say thank you for all the support (no pun intended) that you have given me on this fic. To my reviewers, I treasure every one your thoughts and encouragements. To those who have favorited me or put me on alert I want to say thank you as well.

Second, this chapter is very short. I tried to continue it for a week, but this seems to be the place where it wants to stop. So, no Teddy in this chapter or back-story. Both of those will come in the next chapter, which I have already started.

Third- Enjoy!

Fear and Pain

When the heavy noise of feet wearing boots approached her front door Jasmine Potter thought nothing of it, assuming that it was Eliot coming back from whatever job he last had. He had been so secretive about it and she was really worried about him. It was only when two more sets of footsteps sounded in the hall, and no key turned in the lock that Jasmine began to get uncomfortable. She turned off the stove where she was making dinner and hurried to Teddy's room. As she reached to hallway a THUD followed by the crashing sound of the door hitting the floor echoed through the apartment.

Jasmine ran toward Teddy, planning to fight her way out from there. However, once she reached the room, she froze in horror. Two men were already in the room. One held Teddy, hand over his mouth. The other casually held a gun pointed at the door. The three from the front door finally made it behind Jasmine. She put up a token struggle, stopping when Teddy let out a small squeal as the hands around him tightened.

Soon the hands holding them were replaced by rope and duct tape. The two were left sitting on the floor in the living room. One of the men had gone back to the front door and put it back into place. Teddy was crying, fat tears rolling down his face, his breath hitching as he tried to breathe through the snot clogging his nose from crying and the duct tape covering his mouth. Jasmine felt helpless. Every time she had tried to get closer to her son one of the men guarding them had left a bruise, on her face, her side, her arms- basically wherever he had felt like it at the time.

Jasmine jumped when the phone rang and she knew that it was Eliot. It rang a total of 6 times before one of the men got annoyed and knocked the phone of the hook. Her cell phone had already been taken and turned off. Sometime after dark the head of their guards received a phone call and the two of them were escorted out of the apartment and into a waiting van.

Sometime later Jasmine blinked awake slowly. Her head was throbbing fiercely and her arm hurt like it had been broken in two, which it has, she thought as her eyes focused on the cast holding her arm immobile. She couldn't remember anything after getting in the van and she quickly tried to sit up and find Teddy, her efforts resulted in a pained groan and a debilitating flash of nausea. A male voice called out to her, "Are you okay?"

"Not really. Where am I?"

"The Presidential Palace in San Lorenzo"

"How the fuck did I get here? And where is my son?"

The voice on the other side of the wall made an effort to sound reassuring, "Damien Moreau brought you in," she met that piece of information with a groan, "as for your son, you were unaccompanied in, so he is most likely with Moreau."

Jasmine let out a shuddering breath, trying not to cry. If Moreau had her son then there was nothing she could do. She didn't even know what he wanted with her, though she suspected that it had to do with Eliot. That was probably why he had been so secretive the last few weeks. Moreau was dangerous, he knew too much about them, and he was not afraid to hurt people in order to get want he wanted from them.

The enormity of the situation hit her. She had no idea what to do. She couldn't use magic in any form, and her two sources of protection most likely had no idea that she was gone or where she was.

Time jump back to Eliot and the Team after the call with Sterling

Still trying to ignore the stares of the team Eliot waited for someone to answer the phone, "Malfoy Incorporated, Draco Malfoy's office, this is Susan, how may I help you?"

"I need to speak with Mr. Malfoy, it's urgent," Eliot answered only to grind his teeth in frustration a moment later. "I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy is unavailable at this time may I take a message?"

"Susan, look, my name is Eliot Spencer and I need to talk to Mr. Malfoy about Jasmine and Teddy, interrupt him and tell him that, he'll take my call," he was met by a sigh, "If you insist, sir."

After thirty seconds of listening to elevator music Malfoy's cultured, smug, voice picked up the phone, "What do you need Spencer?"

"We have a problem," Eliot figured being blunt was the right thing to do, "Moreau has Jasmine and Teddy and I need your help to get them back."

His declaration was met by absolute silence, then a heavy breath, before Malfoy growled at him, "What the fuck did you do Spencer?"

"Not that you'll believe me, but this was not my fault. I tried to keep my team far away from Moreau."

Malfoy scoffed, "Well that did not work too well did it? You would not be calling if you did not have a plan, so what do need me to do?"

"Can you put pressure on businesses to watch the election in San Lorenzo. There are already U.N. officials present, but we need more than just political pressure, we need the economic angle."

"That should not be too much trouble, I hold enough sway to affect the business world and get them interested. The political side may be more difficult…" Malfoy trailed off.

"Sterling will help with that. I'm calling in one of his favors towards Jasmine."

"This should all work then. If you need anything else do not hesitate to call me, Spencer. Oh, and if Jasmine or Teddy are harmed in any way, you and your team will be dead," with that sentiment still hanging in the air Malfoy hung up.

Eliot turned and faced his team, all of whom were looking at him like he had lost his mind. He guessed he owed them some explanations.