Mack looked out the window, she had no idea where she was now. Once the jet had landed, a pillow cases was thrown over her head, and she was taken to a car. The new house she was in, was in the middle of no where, the only phones available were by the men that guarded her. Lucas made a birthing suite so she wouldn't have to leave the house.

A doctor came in to visit her, she was now six and a half months along, she and the baby were still healthy. Walking outside, smiled as the her son started kicking her. "Hey baby boy, I promise to take care of you always." Sitting down in the rose garden, she longed to be in Eliot's arms, she hated that he was missing this. Hated that he wasn't going to be here for the birth of their son or see him grow up.

Closing her eyes, she turned her face to the sun, wondering if she should risk it and escape.

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Eliot woke up in the middle of the night, dreaming of Mack and his unborn son. Quinn had recovered from his injuries, and was still searching for her. Eliot sat up in bed, looking over to Mack's side, touching her pillow. She'd been gone for two months now, he felt they were no closer to finding her. Getting up from the bed, he went out to the balcony, looking up at the moon.

The cool night breeze hit him, he inhaled sharply, leaning against the railing he closed his eyes thinking about her. He knew what Lucas Philips looked like, and Linus Prost, he was going after both men full throttle, to find his wife.

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Mack studied her wardrobe, it was full of warm clothing, she was somewhere with a cooler environment. It still didn't give her a clue to where she was, her only source of entertainment was movies. She wasn't allowed to watch live TV, or listen to the radio, because both media sources would tell her where she was. She's have to use the skills that Parker and Sophie had taught her, if she wanted to go home.

Watching the men that Lucas sent to guard her, she'd have to be careful if she didn't want herself or her son to get hurt. Her first goal was to find out where she was, get a phone, and get the hell out of here. She wanted to call Eliot to come get her, but feared that he'd be killed. She had no idea who she'd call, but she'd figure it out when she got to that point.

Going down stairs to the kitchen, she went in search to find something to eat. Scanning the kitchen her eyes came to rest on a laptop sitting on the counter. She rushed to it, opening the web browser. She smiled seeing the weather for Boston, wiping the tears from her eyes, she was home. Opening an email account she logged in, sending an email telling person she was back in Boston to please help her. Begging them not to tell Eliot, that his life was in danger. She didn't know where she was, somewhere in the middle of no where. She sent a picture attachment so they'd know it was real.

She sent the email, and logged out, walking away from the laptop. Going to the fridge she grabbed something to eat, running back up stairs, going to her room.

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James Sterling looked at the email he'd gotten from Dr. Mackenzie Spencer, frowning he picked up his phone calling the IS department to track down where the email came from. He then pulled out his cell phone calling Nate, wanting to confirm if this was a hoax or not. Nate answered on the second ring. "Nate, it's James, don't hang up. I have a question about your sister."

"She's been dead for two months..."

"Then the email I got from her this afternoon is a hoax?"

"Forward it to Hardison, we'll take care of it."

"Look Nate, if if there's some sort of trouble I want to help."

"Just forward it please." Nate hung up his phone, hoping that Sterling would just do what he was asked for once.

James left the office, asking his secretary to arrange a flight for him to Boston as soon as possible. He went home to pack, grabbing his laptop, and passport. He headed towards the airport.

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Mack walked in the woods behind the house, hoping that she'd soon be rescued. James was an Interpol agent, he'd be able to find her and get her out of her. Give her a new identity, she could start over again in another country. Touching her stomach, she smiled as her son started to kick again, hearing a branch snap behind her she froze. Looking around, thinking it was one of the guards, she didn't see anyone.

Turning around she started to walk back towards the house, she was grabbed from behind and pulled against a body, a hand slipped over her mouth. "Don't scream, come with me. Nod if you understand."

She nodded her head, and started to walk, the man turned her around, to walk in the opposite direction in what she was going. She had no idea who had her, she knew it wasn't James. Maybe he'd sent someone to get her, they made it to the back of the property. There was no way she could climb a six foot fence, the man strapped a harness on her.

She was hoisted up and over the wall carefully, a man standing on the other side was waiting to unhook her. He guided her to a van, helping her in, getting her settled. The van took off, she didn't know if she should be frightened or not. Leaning back against the seat, she rubbed her stomach, looking at the men in the van.

"Who are you?" There was no answer, she hoped that they were friends and not foes. That she was on her way to freedom and not some other nightmare.