Detective Bonanno, stood next to Nate and Eliot as the medical examiner pulled back the sheet. He placed his hand on Nate's shoulder. "It's her, it's Mackenzie." Nate answered the unasked question.

Eliot remained silent staring at the red head, laying lifeless on the table, he felt the tears pooling in his eyes. Looking into her face, something wasn't right, something was off. He couldn't put his finger on it, turning around he walked out of the morgue, he couldn't be there anymore. He thought he would feel it, if Mack was gone, that loss of connection, but he still felt it.

He still had a hope that she and their unborn child were still alive, that wasn't her laying on that table.

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Mack was pacing the room when the door opened, she spun around staring at the man that came through the door. "Dr. Spencer, welcome to my home. I'm Lucas Phillips, sit down so we can talk."

Refusing to sit down, she glared at him. "Where's Eliot? Is he alive?"

"In Boston, and he is for now. If he stays that way or not depends on you." Mack sank down in the chair, her hand going to her stomach. Looking at Lucas she tried to remain calm, knowing that getting upset wasn't good for her or the baby. He handed her a manila envelope, looking at curiously, she held it in her hands. "Open it."

She ripped it open, dumping the contents in her lap, there was a driver's licence, birth certificate, credit cards, insurance cards, social security card, and house keys. Her picture was on the driver's licence only with the name Fiona Douglas. "I don't understand."

"It's simple, my boss wanted you dead to make your husband to pay for the things he'd done. Since you're pregnant, I felt bad about killing you. I made a comprise with my boss. Spencer thinks you and his child are dead. You get a new identity and new life, Spencer suffers."

"If I don't agree, what's to stop me from contacting the authorities or my family?"

"If you tell anyone, then I will have your entire family killed. So Fiona, I've got a house for you set up in St. Petersburg, Florida." She had no choice but to go along with this plan.

"What about my child?"

"We're not cruel, you'll be allowed to keep it. You'll tell it that it's father died."

"I guess you leave me no choice." She shoved the items back in the envelop, wishing she could say goodbye to her family.

"We'll be leaving in a hour. You'll be buying clothes when you get down there, I will provide for all your needs."

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"Nate, it wasn't her! Something wasn't right, I'd feel it if she was gone..."

"You saw her body, you were there with me when we identified her body. They found her purse with her, Eliot, she's gone." Nate tried to comfort his friend and brother-in-law.

"No! Mack is pregnant, that woman didn't have a baby bump. Mack had a small one, she was fourteen weeks." Eliot sank to the floor, holding his head in his hands. Sophie gasped at the news of Mack's pregnancy, she buried her face into Nate's chest. Parker had gone to the roof, and hadn't come down.

Hardison was busy at his computer, he was hacking into the medical examiner's report to find the autopsy report. If Eliot said it wasn't Mack then he wanted to make sure for him. Hardison would find out how the would be Mack died, and if she was pregnant. He brought the report up, scanning over it, his eyes widening. Pulling it up on the screen, he looked over at Eliot still sitting on the floor.

"Eliot, come read this."

"Not now!" Eliot was too caught up in his pain to want to deal with whatever geek thing Hardison had found. Hardison got up from his seat, sitting down by his friend.

"I pulled up the autopsy report. It isn't Mack, the woman that they have, isn't pregnant. She's recently had surgery." Eliot looked up, at the screen, jumping to his feet, he read what was on the screen.

"Nate, you have to read this!" Nate and Sophie came into the livingroom, reading over the autopsy report.

"Someone went to a lot of trouble to make us think that Mack was dead." Nate kept his eyes on the screen. "Then we need to let them think, we still believe it."

"How are we going to find her?" Sophie asked.

"She'll find a way to get a message to me, to let me know where to find her." Eliot was exhausted it had been a rough forty-eight hours.

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Mack watched as Boston became a distance memory, she was now Fiona Douglas. Her past was now gone, she had lost her entire family in the last forty-eight hours. At least she still had a piece of him with her, she caressed her stomach with her hand. Looking down at her wedding rings, she couldn't help but cry. "I will always love you Eliot Spencer."

"Ms. Douglas, may I get you something to eat?" I looked up at the woman standing next to me. "I'm Clare, I'll be taking care of you on the flight."

"Thank you Clare. I'd love a sandwich and some orange juice, please." Clare walked to the galley to make Mack a sandwich. Trying to relax against the seat she couldn't help but think of those that she was leaving behind and hope that their pain wouldn't be too great.

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Eliot held Mack's pillow to his nose, inhaling her scent, sinking down on the bed. "I'm going to find you and bring my family home." Going to his wall safe he opened it, going through his files. Pulling out his phone he placed a call to Quinn, he'd beg the man to help him find his wife.