"I know who's behind this," Nate declared. Everything was making sense and his brain was rushing at a hundred miles and hour. "We need to find my father, fast." He moved quickly towards the van.

"Nate?" Sophie questioned, trying to get him to communicate; something he was very bad at doing in situations like these.

"We need to find my father," Nate stated once more. "Okay, so he called the radio station, see if you can get a trace."

"Where do you think he's gone?"

"I don't know, I don't-"

"Where?" Parker interrupted perkily, ignoring the gravity and seriousness of the situation completely. "Don't you mean when?"

"When? When? What?" Hardison questioned.

"The time machine, remember," she said as though it was obvious. "He found the time machine in the patent office, then, when we all came out here, used it to go back to 1962… obviously.

"Why would he go back to 1962?" Hardison enquired.

"Don't encourage her," Nate declared, still pacing. Finally, Nate's phone rang, and Nate broke pace and sat down on the edge of the van, though his body was still fidgety. "Okay, guys," he directed, though Hardison was already prepared to trace the call.

They jumped quickly into the car as Nate nervously and fearfully spoke to his father.

'Has to do with all of us' Eliot had told Nate earlier that day. The words rung in the back of his mind as they sped towards the warehouse.

Not just the team, Eliot had warned him, and somehow he'd forgotten that

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"We have a situation," the muscle declared speaking into the phone as he walked away from an unconscious Jimmy Ford.

"What kind of situation?" Dubenich asked, tension in his voice. "Tell me you got Nate?"

"Nope, he didn't show," the man confessed.

On the other side of the phone Dubenich sighed and rubbed his face in angst.

"It's okay, it's okay," Dubenich declared shaking his finger at nothing while the plan reaffirmed in his mind. "Latimer's got his other men in play with the girl we'll just… go along with plan b."

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"These people are trying to rob me," the man in front of her declared menacingly. Abby's jaw opened ever so slightly in shock as she stared at the photo of her family; her body tensed and her heart rate increased so it was thumping in fear in her chest.

"They're trying to rob you are they?" Abby asked with a clenched jaw; they were the only sensical words she was able to speak as she waited for someone from the team to jump in on coms. She heard nothing.

"Yes, they are."

"And you would be?"

"My name is Jo Morton, I work for Latimer," he stated and Abby lightly rolled her shoulders uncomfortably at recognition of the second name.

"I think you should leave," she hissed, standing up. From the other side of the booth he lent forward and grabbed her hand, stopping her. From the bar, Kyle squinted his face in concern and shifted his weight to get a better view of the situation.

"I'd let go if I were you," she warned, staring at him straight into the eyes, showing him he did not scare her.

"And if I were you, I'd wait to hear what I have to say," he threatened and, aside from shaking away his grip, the teenager did not move from her awkward lent over position. He nodded towards the door where a second, mocha skinned man walked through the door. He walked over beside Kyle and shifted his jacket, revealing the firearm strapped to his belt.

It took a few seconds for Kyle to notice, but when he saw the weapon his face went white with fear

"I think you should leave," she stated once more, but still did not move, only daring to flick her eyes over to Kyle.

"I think you should come with me." His voice was commanding.

"Or what?" she replied with a blank face.

"I think you know what," Jo replied, raising his eyebrow and forcing her gaze to follow his over to Kyle and the menacing looking man.

He stood up and lightly and inconspicuously as he could grabbed Abby's upper arm. She did not resist. She didn't know what to do; if a man had just threatened her, she just would have punched him in the face, or the ribs, just as Eliot had taught her so well to do. But now that Kyle was in danger of the other side of the room, and any action she took would impact greatly on him, she was clueless, so she stood up to follow him.

"Phone and earbud," he demanded softly into her ear. She did nothing, stunned in confusion. "Phone and earbud," he insisted once more, gripping her arm tighter and pulling her closer towards her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kyle shift nervously at the physical altercation, but she made sure to stay calm as she took a frustrated breath in and calmly pulled her com out of her ear, followed by her phone from her pocket and tossed them on the table.

"Now come to the car calmly," he instructed and they turned towards the door.

"Let him go," she instructed in a low voice.

"Come calmly to the car," he demanded again

Again, Abby followed and out of the corner of her eye she could see Kyle being pulled along.

They all walked outside, Abby in front of Jo, followed by Kyle then the other muscle and they were led to a nondescript silver van. Jo slid the door open and then turned with his arms crossed.

"Your phone please," he instructed, staring at Kyle in the eye. The please was not polite in any sense of the word.

Shakily, Kyle reached into his pocket and handed over his phone. Jo snatched it out of his hand and tossed into onto the sidewalk. He gestured them into the car then slammed the door behind him.