Author's Notes: Here's another chapter. Everyone is back in LA but issues concerning the prisoners after they confessed to their plans to kidnap Kyle and keep him as a prisoner for as long as it takes. The team needs answers and soon. Keep reading.

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Chapter 8: Just What I Need

Meanwhile, home again:

Mitch is now back home, but after leaving the airport, he called Dottie to tell her that Sarah and Kyle are both safe. She told him she knew that they were home and doing fine.

"I'm glad she called you," he said.

"I am too. Where are you?"

"I arrived a while ago, but I'm tired. It was a long flight."

"Oh, of course. I'll let you get some sleep. It's only, I bought food and I wanted to cook for you."

"Hold on; you can cook? A woman after my heart."

She chuckled. "Well, that is one way."

He chuckled too. "I'll be home in about 30 minutes."

"Great; that will give me time to shop."

"I thought you said you had already shopped for food."

"You can never have enough. I'll see you in a bit."

"Bye, Dottie, I'll see you later."

Twenty minutes later, in his penthouse suite, he took a quick shower, and dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, the doorbell rang. "Right on time."

He opened the door, "Hey, wow, look at all that food."

"Can I get some help?" She asked and almost fell over with her grocery bags.

"Sorry, I'll take those." He helped her inside and brought the bags into the kitchen. "What did you buy? I'm not 'that' hungry."

"The last time I was here, I didn't see any food. When and where do you eat?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "There's take-out everywhere. I rarely cook."

"Take-out food, seriously? You know how bad that stuff is; you need real food."

"You sound like my Mother."

"Well, I wouldn't mind pampering you only a little," she said flirting with him.

"I wouldn't mind that either." He smiled at her. "Now, can I help?"

"No, you cannot. Get some sleep. I know how tired you are." He yawned suddenly. "See what I mean. Now go to bed."

"I'm going; I'm going." He sighed and climbed into bed. She tucked him in. "This is too much."

"Do you want me to stop?" She whispered and kissed his cheek, his forehead, and then he kissed her sweetly then with more pressure.

He pulled her closer and kissed her back. She pulled away. "That should keep you until I wake you up in about two hours."

"Two hours? What are you cooking?"

She smiled. "You'll see," she replied, then turned off the lights and closed the door.

"What a woman," he whispered, turned on his side and at once fell asleep.

Hours later, he came awake with a start and wondered where he was. That was some dream, he thought. He didn't remember it, only the feelings. What time is it? He wondered and glanced at the clock. Six o'clock? Oh, no, but the television is on. Then the most amazing aroma hit his nostrils. He slipped out of bed, added a robe and headed towards it sniffing the entire time.

Dottie was in the living room, in her bare feet, lying on the sofa, watching the evening news. He thought it was the news, but then talking heads rambled on about politics. He picked up the remote and turned it off.

"Hey, I was watching that," Dottie said then looked him over. He looked so good.

"What are you doing? Is the food ready? It smells wonderful."

She sighed. "Yes, but you were sleeping soundly; I couldn't wake you."

"But the smell, what is that?"

"It's take-out," she sheepishly admitted, and watched his lips quirk up in a smile.

He burst out laughing, still chuckling, he asked, "Well, can we eat now?"

She threw a pillow at him. She missed. He picked it up and threw it back. It hit her in the face. She yelped, then the fight began. After a few more pillows were tossed, he dived on the sofa and then he kissed her deeply. She melted against him and kissed him back.

After a minute, he pulled away. "What?"

Her eyes watered. "Welcome home."

"It's good to be home. I'm hungry."

"Oh you!" She yelped. He kissed her again.

Dinner came much later.

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Still at the Lodge:

Now morning when Sarah rolled over and stretched her muscles, then she realized she was sore in all the right places. Kyle wasn't in bed, then a lovely aroma filled her nose; he was cooking breakfast. Starving and ready to eat, she was about to get out of bed, when Kyle walked in carrying a tray of food.

She sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Kyle, what's this for? I should be cooking for you."

He held up the food, suddenly serious. "I do enjoy cooking for you. I mean, if not for you, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't believed in my dreams." He set the tray down and took her hand. "You don't have to cook for me; You deserve this and so much more."

"I didn't do anything, but I just knew; I knew I had to have faith in your dream and I did and we're here and we need to remember." She squeezed his hand. "Then you came home to me; it all came together in my mind."

"I'm sure no one believed you."

"No, not at first, but even though you decided not to go on the mission, and your dream of being far away, I have this need to rest all of the time. I know it makes no sense but it still feels strange. Anyway, Mitch revealed several thoughts about your Father and why he left."

"You will feel better, only give it time." He sat up straighter. "What did he say about my Father?"

"It could be highly possible that your Father may have been a psychic, that he may have dreamed of the future and that's why he left."

"He truly said that?"

"Yeah, you had no idea why he left, or why he divorced your Mother? Did she never talk about it?"

"No, she said he didn't love his family anymore, and he left."

"Well, she may have felt like a failure, and took all the blame."

"That may be true. Anyway, eat your food; it's getting cold."

"Join me; there's plenty."

"I think I will." He joined her in bed.

A little while later, Sarah was full. "Yummy; that was delicious. Now, I only want to sleep." She often wondered if Kyle dreamed of her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Do you dream of me?"

Instead of answering her, he removed the tray and lay down beside her.

"I'll answer your question later." She was not kidding; minutes later, she was asleep. He sighed and left the bed and took the tray to the kitchen then picked up his cell phone. Brad answered the call.

"Hey, Brad, got a minute?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, we were relaxing but I've never been this tired. Private jets take longer to travel especially overseas. I'll never do that again," Brad said and chuckled. "What's up?"

"Bert, Mark, and Bobby, but I can't stop thinking about what you told me."

"At this point, I don't know what we can do. Bobby and Mark have disappeared. Katherine and I made a few inquiries but no one have heard anything about them."

Silence followed that shocking statement. "That is strange." They must have been placed under witness protection, but they're both traitors. He thought.

"I agree; it is strange, but they're not on the Internet either."

"Seriously?" Kyle was stunned. That got him thinking.

"Kyle, who are you talking to?" Sarah asked as she came into the kitchen.

"I'll call you later; bye Brad."

"Oh, I see. Can we put this aside for one day? Come back to bed and we can talk.."

He followed her. "I only want things to return to normal; I don't want to think about it."

She watched him closely. "I don't want to think about it either, but your dream saved you but it's going to take a long time to forget."

"You see, this is what I don't want, to talk about us being apart in the dream in such a horrible way, because I know it hurts us both."

"Maybe we should talk about it only this once and then we can put it behind us.
Okay?"

He sighed. "Alright, but first get some rest and we can talk later. I'll check on John."

"Yes sir," she replied and climbed back into bed.

Soon, he joined her and pulled her close. "John is still sleeping." The next thing she knew, he was on top of her kissing her throat and nibbling her ear. She giggled, then grabbed him and kissed him soundly.

After a few kisses, he pulled away. "I thought you wanted to talk?"

"Yes, I do, but my question about your dreams. Do you dream of me?"

He lay down beside her. "That's a long story, but I have dreamed of you a lot, even before we met that first time."

That woke her up as she sat up. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, in the future after John asked me to volunteer and return to the past to protect you. Of course, I jumped at the chance, but the night before I left, I had a dream of us together… making love."

"No, you're making this up."

"It truly happened and the dream was real and I couldn't wait to finally meet Sarah, my Sarah." He ducked his head feeling uncomfortable to finally tell her about the dream and their first time.

"Oh, Kyle, that's the sweetest thing you ever told me." She paused and pulled him close. "As far as sleeping, I wouldn't mind a little… help."

"Don't say another word," he whispered smiling.

"Whose talking?" She asked and then she kissed him.

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Still at the Lodge, resting:

While Sarah slept, Kyle called Brad back, but he had to wake him up. "Brad, are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here," he replied, still groggy from sleep.

"Is that Kyle?" Katherine asked. "Put him on speaker."

"I'm deeply concerned about Bobby and Mark and how they received information about me. It could be Bert, but what if it's someone else? We need to figure this out and how this happened."

"Can't you dream the answer and then we can fix this mess?" Brad glibly asked.

"Very funny," he replied, but then, "That's not a bad idea; it may work or it may not. I may not remember it. As it is now, my dreams are incomplete and it may be a waste of time."

"Hold on; I was joking. You can dream with a purpose in mind? I've never heard of such a thing," Brad asked.

"Yes it can be done; I can be drugged and then I may dream of the future, or I may not."

"It's worth a shot if it works. It's not dangerous; is it?" Katherine asked.

"No, it's not dangerous, if someone was there, preferably, a doctor, to bring me out of the REM state," Kyle replied.

"Would Sarah go along with something like that?" Brad asked.

"I think she will. She was worried as I am," Kyle replied.

"Alright, Katie and I will set it up, first thing tomorrow morning."

"Alright, call me and I'll be there." They hung up.

Back in their bedroom, the sun was up and Sarah opened her eyes. "Hey," she said.

"Hey yourself. Here, drink this; we need to talk about Bobby, Mark and about Bert."

She sat up and took a sip of coffee; it did clear her head. "Alright; go on, but before you start, I've been thinking about Bert and we may be wrong about him."

He shook his head. "I was thinking the same thing. I spoke to the team and they suggested something that I hadn't thought about in years, but it may work."

She frowned. "What is it?"

"I could be put into a drug-induced sleep, and then I could dream of the future, maybe."

"You're serious? But is it risky; you can't be hurt; can you?"

"No, it's not risky, but I think it could help us. I've actually read about experiments with psychics and their abilities, and it has been done and it worked."

"Where did you read this, on the Internet?" She asked, not believing any of it. "What if they can't bring you out of it? It's dangerous and you can't do it."

"Sarah now, it could take a long time to find out the truth. In the meantime, whoever is behind this, may think they have the upper hand and continue kidnapping, extortion, or whatever they want with no one to stop them. It's up to us to do what's necessary."

"Why you; can't we find someone else to do it?"

He sighed and thought about it. "There is someone else… Agent Jeff James."

"Jeff is a psychic?" She asked stunned.

"Yes, but he's still in the hospital. He needs to recuperate; we can't ask him."

She sighed. "Alright," she reluctantly agreed.

"We will get this done, early tomorrow. I want you with me when I'm put under."

"Of course, I'll be there." She pulled him into her arms.

After a while, now In the kitchen, fixing breakfast for John and himself, but during their talk about using his gift, he put it all together in his mind, but he needed to remember a few things. A drug-induced sleep may give him clues to find out who was truly behind this plot to extort him and his gift to see the future.

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The next morning, the CIA med lab:

Katherine knocked, then entered Kyle's room; Sarah was there. The doctor, or anesthetist, was about to put him under.

"I guess this is it," Katherine said. "Are you ready?"

"Katherine, I don't know about this." Sarah still wasn't sure about drugging her husband. "What if there are after affects?" She asked the doctor.

"Let me explain it this way. Based on what your husband told us about his gifts, we both decided to use anesthesia. This will give him a much deeper sleep. He'll be groggy for a few hours afterwards, but he won't show any after affects. I can assure you of that," the doctor replied.

Kyle squeezed her hand. "I'm ready to do this. We need to know the truth."

"No, no, he can't do it," Sarah still had doubts about it. "I can't lose him; I can't."

"Sarah, calm down, it's just anesthesia; I'll be fine."

"But you can't be sure about that; can you?" Sarah was extremely concerned about his health.

"No, I can't." He sighed. "Look, the doctor knows what he's doing. He'll be here every step of the way. Will that satisfy you?"

"Well, yes, it would," Sarah replied, relieved. "You can change your mind, you know?" She asked as she stroked his hair.

"No way am I stopping now. I can do this; you'll see, and once I wake up, I'll have the answer we'll need to stop whoever is behind this; I promise."

Sarah shook his head at him. "Alright, just relax… and Kyle," she leaned down and kissed him. "I love you," Sarah whispered in his ear.

He squeezed her hand. "I love you too."

Kyle was put under monitoring devices attached to his chest to watch his heart rate and to his head for brain function. All stages of his sleep habits would also be checked, particularly his REM sleep, which would tell them when he was dreaming.

"It usually takes ninety-minutes of REM sleep, but it could take longer because he's under anesthesia, not sedated, and the drugs could impair that period." The doctor explained.

Several hours later, Sarah hadn't moved or spoken since Kyle had been drugged. "I still don't like this," she complained to anyone willing to listen. All of this had brought back that horrible time when everyone believed that Kyle was presumed dead. Her heart believed the truth; he was alive, not dead.

Brad touched her shoulder and tried to help her get through this. "You know if anything happens, they can bring him out of it, so please stop worrying."

She sighed. "I know and I appreciate you staying with me, but you don't have to stay."

"Katherine had her turn, now it's mine."

Suddenly, the sleep monitors began to fluctuate. Kyle was in REM sleep.

Kyle's dream was going on and on, and Sarah was beginning to worry. It had been several hours since it began, and his eyelids were moving and at some point, frantically moving as if something bad were happening.

Sarah was torn but the doctor, still watching him closely, his heart rate was slightly elevated, but he assured her that it was within normal range under the circumstances, but Sarah was still worried about him, so much so, that she was ready to stop this at any moment.

Then Kyle began to moan as if he was in pain. Sarah thought; enough was enough. "Bring him out of it now!" She demanded.

"Wait, Ms. Reese, his heart rate is slowing down, his vitals are normal, but he is still dreaming. Are you sure you want to do this?" The doctor waited for an answer.

Sarah looked at Kyle then back at his friends who were standing there looking just as worried. "But only if his vitals are normal?"

"Yes, they are and I am monitoring him closely," the doctor assured her.

"Alright, but once his vitals change or his REM sleep stops, I want him awakened."

"Of course, Ms. Reese; I have your instructions."

Sarah took one last glance at her husband and then left the medical lab. Brad and Katie followed her.

Brad pulled her aside. "Sarah, we're here for you, Okay? Nothing is going to happen to him."

"Thank you; I do appreciate it."

Brad thought of another way. "Don't you have to check in at work? We don't want Bert to become suspicious."

Sarah could see it was still early. "Well, maybe for an hour, only to speak to him." They frowned. "I won't mention Kyle. I'll explain that he forced me to come into work, and he could rest."

"That's a clever idea. We'll call you as soon as he wakes up," Katie said.

"Thanks, guys." She walked over to the medical lab and watched Kyle. "I'll be back in an hour." Then she left.

TBC!

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Song Inspiration: For the Record, Mariah Carey.

A/N: What a wild ride. Kyle's decision not to leave his family was based on his future dream to save him, but I love how it played out. Any thoughts and questions; I would love to talk with my readers? A few more chapters to find out the truth. Thanks for reading. Now tell me your thoughts.