Author's Note: Too many people to thank for this sequel . . . I just hope it lives up to your standards! Enjoy!

"What?" Parker mutters in sheer disbelief as she looks over the destruction. "What happened?" Eliot grimaces—not from the pain of having a bullet in his side although now that he thought about it, it did hurt like hell—at the fact that they've been found out. Who knows how lucky they've gotten? They could've just missed the thugs that were sent to get them!

"Call Nate," Eliot orders grimly. "Find out where he is." Parker nods and pulls out her cell phone as Eliot forces himself to sit down for a few seconds. He can feel the glass and the bullet and he wonders what would happen if he just removed them himself . . . the thought quickly disappears when he realizes that the blood loss would probably do him in.

"Two minutes," Parker answers and Eliot can see the panic in her eyes. "Are we going to be ok?"

"Yeah," Eliot lies, mustering up his best smile. "Yeah, they won't be coming back. They just wanted to leave a message." Parker nods vigorously in agreement and Eliot can tell that she's been reassured for the moment but he is far from comforted. Knowing that they were found out, Eliot could only hope that he would be able to protect his family from this new threat. The door bursts open and Nate storms in, Sophie and Hardison trailing behind him.

"What the hell?" Nate mutters in disbelief while Sophie comes over to Eliot's side.

"He's been shot!" Sophie exclaims and instantly all eyes are on Eliot. The hitter frowns. He doesn't need this extra attention right now.

"What happened?" Hardison asks, his eyes wide with disbelief. He watches Sophie fetch some towels and try to stop the bleeding but he can tell it's not going well.

"Morrison saw Parker, had snipers try to shoot her, and then tried to get us," Eliot explains, trying to hide the pain but failing miserably. "They know." Nate curses and then runs a hand through his hair. Hardison still looks like a deer in the headlights and Parker . . . well, she just looks scared.

"Eliot," Sophie says calmly and Eliot can tell she's doing her best trying not to freak Parker out. "You need medical attention. Now."

"But we can't take him to a hospital!" Parker protests. "They'll see him and try to get him!" Sophie smiles gently at her and musters up some more cheerfulness in her tone. Eliot makes a note to thank her after this mess is over for looking out for Parker.

"It's alright," Sophie assures her. "We've got some doctors of our own, don't we Nate?" A look is shared between the two that speaks volumes. Nate nods slowly and pulls Hardison aside. Eliot can't hear what they're saying because for some reason he feels a bit lightheaded.

"Damn," He mutters as he realizes that he's losing too much blood. "Sophie—"

"You'll be alright," Sophie informs him. "I promise." She shoots him a small smile and then gets up and joins Nate and Hardison's conversation. Eliot can see the room spinning. Parker is next to him, her eyes frantically looking at the bloodied towels. He grabs her hand and she flinches at the contact.

"It's gonna be okay," He lies because he knows he's lost too much blood and if he didn't get a transfusion soon, he was done for. "Don't worry, Parker." She says something but he can't hear. His vision is being blurred and being covered in black spots. He squeezes her hand and then realizes how warm it is. He's a goner, he concludes, but realizes there's something that he's always wanted to do before he died. Parker is crying now and Eliot smirks as he wipes a tear away.

"Eliot!" She sobs.

"Crybaby," He mutters as he gently pulls her face towards his. "It's okay." Her eyes widen in shock as their faces get closer and closer. He kisses her forehead and then feels himself slump back. Parker is calling him once more and he can hear frantic footsteps but he figures it's over with.

He's always lived with no regrets and now that he's dying, he realizes that he only has one—

He wishes he had kissed Parker much earlier.

Author's Note: Sequel?