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Nate, Sophie, Parker and Hardison were sitting down at dinner table in Nate's apartment. "Nate, I'm worried about Eliot, we haven't heard from him since he walked out on the job and you said he could leave," said Sophie.

"Yeah man, I mean he hasn't answered any of my calls. Or my texts, I mean I know he's a man of little words and very little technical knowledge, but even a text is doable for him," Hardison added. Nate laughed.

"You know he's just probably hooking up with some waitress or flight attendant or whoever yeah?"

"First of all Nate, your white old ass should never say 'hooking up' again, second of all, he still always calls." Parker and Sophie nodded in agreement.

"You're all really that worried?" They nodded again "Okay, Hardison will you, how did Parker put it? Bibbidi bobbid boop him on the map"

"computery tracey thingy and boop him!" Parker corrected.

Hardison did as he instructed and used Eliot's earbud to triangulate his exact location. "Whoah! This can't be right."

"What! Why? What does it say?" asked Sophie.

"It says he's at the hospital"

"Check his name against the patients in the," Nate began but was shortly interrupted by Hardison.

"Already on it. I can only get last names but.." His voice trailed off as he read the name Spencer in the list of patients who had been brought into the ICU.

"We need to get down there, now, and find out what happened." Said Nate, already half way out the door with the others in tail.

Her head was pounding as she came around, so was the rest of her body. Except her hand; there was someone holding it and it felt warm and safe. She opened her eyes and looked around her. A dull, blue hospital room with three other patients and then him.

He was sitting in a chair, hand resting on hers and head asleep on her bed. He looked peaceful. At that moment a nurse came into the room and Eliot woke up with a start.

"How are we feeling love?" asked the nurse.

"Confused," she replied.

"You don't remember what happened?" Eliot asked

"Um, I was walking home and I think I got attacked. I don't really remember much."

"That's right," the nurse said as she turned to Eliot. "It's likely that she'll have memory loss as the memories haven't been able to form..."

"Yeah, I know," Eliot interrupted. The nurse shook off the interruption then continued. He hadn't meant to be impolite, he was just worried.

"Now love, you have a lot of cuts and bruises, which will heal fine. The worst of your injuries is a broken rib, best healed with a little rest. Now, your doctor will be in soon to talk to you. The police would also like to have a word."

"The police?"

"You were attacked love. The police just want to ask you a few questions, but they don't expect much from you."

A/N- I know its a short chapter with not a lot of action, but I promise there's more on the way.

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