"I hate them." I mumbled bitterly from my spot lying on the bed. "I hate them so much." Of course, it was 'nice' of them not to make me walk back to the apartment and to pay for and hail me a cab who though I was into some pretty kinky stuff due to the amount of people I'd been with and the handcuffs I had on. But what I did not appreciate was being stuck with my hands cuffed behind my back for an hour and a half, unable to reach the key. Finally, the door swung open. "Alma." I sighed happily.

"Elle! What's wrong?" I spun around to reveal my hands cuffed behind my back. "Merdé." She mumbled.

"I can't reach the bloody key." I grunted under my breath and once again tried to reach for the key in the cuffholder. She quickly grabbed it for me and unlocked them. I grinned and rubbed my red, bruised wrists, cradling them to my chest before I spun around and pulled the blonde into a hug. "Thank you!" I grinned.

"Not a problem." She smiled back. "I'm not sure how long Dylan's going to be, he was getting drunk in a bar last time I saw him." I frowned and nodded.

"All right." I knew better than to try and disturb Dylan, especially when he was like this and instead I decided I'd just try and talk to him about it tomorrow, if there was anything really to talk about since he was probably just disappointed about losing The Horsemen. "I'll be getting to bed then, Alma." She smiled and nodded.

"Goodnight, sweet dreams."

"You too." I grinned before making my way into my room.

...

"Elle!" Someone banged on my door and I jumped up. "Ellie, get up." I groaned and slipped from the warm and comfortable bed. "Elle!"

"What?" I whined after whipping the door open.

"Look." Dylan ordered, extending his phone out to me. I watched at the graphics glitched.

"Oh God." I muttered. "Gimme a minute, I'll get changed and we can go down and get it checked out."

...

"Your fears are correct." The tech woman told us. "This is not and has never been your phone. It's a clone in every way, except for this." She pulled something out with the SIM card. "A bug. Someone has heard every call, read every text."

"That's a little unnerving." I mumbled under my breath sarcastically.

"That's how they were able to stay ahead of us." Fuller commented.

"God damn it!" Dylan mumbled angrily. "Get me Atlas's interrogation tape." He ordered.

"Yes, sir. I have it on the hard drive." Another tech said and he led us down a short thin corridor of the van we were currently in. "Picture's up." He told us once he got the video on the screen.

"Okay, fast forward. Go on, go on - Freeze!" The video paused. "Okay. Frame by frame. Go on. Play it through." The video continued to play until Dylan asked for it to be stopped. "Zoom in tighter. Tighter. There." He stated, pointing to the image of Daniel slipping Dylan's phone into his pocket after the incident with the drink.

"Oh! Shit!" Daniel swore, picking up Rhodes' phone, throwing it into his other hand before extending it to Dylan. "First rule of magic. Always be the smartest guy in the room."

"That's where he took my phone." Dylan said. "Is that thing transmitting?"

"Only when you're making a call or sending a text." The woman told him. "Plus I removed the bug."

"All right. Put it back in and turn on the phone." He told her. "They don't know that we know about the bug. As of this instant, we are ahead of them. We need to keep it that way. Understand?" He announced to the rest of the people in the van. "Find my real phone and track it."

"Already did." The woman replied. "As of about 20 minutes ago, it's in New York City." She threw it at him and he was quick to catch it.

"Good." He mumbled like a supervillain, causing me to raise an eyebrow. "I wanna cut 'em off at the knees. They got power? Cut it. They got phones, electricity, water? Cut it. Squeeze 'em out. I want 'em to feel our presence." Dylan ranted before shouting, "And get me an airplane!"

"Calm down a little bit there, buddy." I mumbled, patting Dylan on the shoulder.

...

I pulled up to the apartment complex and looked over to the passenger side; to Dylan. He nodded assuringly at me. I sighed and opened the door, stepping out of the car. I closed the door and made my way over to where Alma, Rhodes, Fuller and a few other men were accumulating. "My guys are ready to go." One of the men mumbled, his voice deep and rough.

"Let's do this quickly-" Dylan began but the buff dude was quick to cut him off.

"No."

"Excuse me?" I questioned, stepping forwards.

"She doesn't have jurisdiction here." The man told us. I scoffed.

"Look here, pal." I poked his burly chest and he glared at me, though it did nothing to faze me. "She's interpol, she's with us."

"She stays." The man replied shortly and I glared at him, though with my short stature I'm sure it did nothing.

"What?" Alma question, scorned. "What?" She repeated

Dylan grabbed my bicep and tugged me towards the building. "Stay in the car."

He led me towards the door. People decked in protective gear surrounded us as we opened the building. I tugged my gun out, pointing it towards the ground as I entered closely behind Dylan. "FBI!" I called as we walked up the stairs. The orders being shouted faded as we moved further up, the rest taking the lower floors.

Dylan looked at me and nodded towards a door. He jerked his head towards it. 6A. I nodded and we entered, Dylan in front of me and Fuller behind. We made our way through some of the rooms with our guns raised, both Dylan and Fuller becoming slightly distracted by the mock up sets of the theatres.

A commotion in the Kitchen had Dylan and I raising our guns. We quickly made our way over. "Freeze!" Dylan yelled. Jack Wilder quickly wrapped Fuller's belt (that he'd removed) around Dylan's wrists, causing his gun to go flying into Fuller's crotch. Before I could even react, he kicked mine out of my hands, flinging it across the room. "Come here." Dylan muttered and a chaotic fight ensued.

I was quick to make my way over to Fuller who's blazer was being sucked into the garbage disposal. I tried to turn it off but alas, the switch wasn't working. I kept trying the switch until I heard the other room go silent. My heart pounded, worried when I heard the radio go off.

"5 is clear. Standing by for 6."

"You little shit." Dylan spat and I sighed in relief before getting back to work, trying to get Fuller out of the death machine under the sink.

"You little shit." Jack imitated.

"What game are you playing?"

"What game are you playing?" Jack repeated with an uncanny resemblance to Dylan. "We're all good at 6. Move to 7."

"Copy that. Going to 7."

"No, no, no, no, no. Go back!" Fuller yelled.

"Should I go get them?" I questioned, panicked. He frantically shook his head since me tugging on his sleeves was one of the main reasons his hands weren't getting chopped to bits right now.

"Elle!" Dylan grunted form the commotion happening in the other room. "A little help would be nice!"

"I'm busy!" I growled.

"Well get un-busy!" He countered and I rolled my eyes. "This little shit's throwing cards at me!" I let out a small frustrated scream as Dylan and Jack ran from the apartment, the former chasing the latter. The disposal until began to fry and spark before finally Fuller could tug his hands free from it. Before he could even move I was off, chasing after Dylan.

I watched him go down the garbage shoot and followed swiftly. We all landed on a dirty, old mattress. "Gimme that!" Dylan shouted, lunging for the papers Jack had dropped but he was too slow. Jack grabbed them and jumped up, stepping on Dylan's back.

"Dylan-" I panted, concerned but he dismissed me.

"Go!" He ordered and I nodded, quickly chasing after Jack. We jumped up ledges and climbed ladders in an all too familiar game of cat and mouse, though this time instead of chasing Daniel Atlas, I was racing after Jack Wilder.

Dylan caught up to me and we followed him into the basement of some kind of building, though I wasn't really focusing on the details. As we exited the building we saw two FBI officers handcuffed complexly together and Jack start a car. We ran towards it but it drove away before we could do anything, leaving us stranded, panting, in the middle of the road. Another car pulled up to reveal Alma behind the wheel. I sighed in relief and got in the passenger side.

"Good." Dylan said as he seated himself in the middle seat leaning between them. "Follow him."

"Don't ever tell me to stay in the car. Ever." She scolded him.

"I didn't have tactical command." He replied.

"If you don't trust me, just tell me. Promise me, next time, you will back me up."

"Could we have this conversation later, please?" Dylan queried sarcastically and I had to stop myself from banging my head through my window. They were arguing like an old married couple.

"No!"

"Okay, fine, I promise." Dylan shouted. " Now, go!" She stared at him for a moment before speeding away.

Sharp turns after sharp turns. Over and over. I was surprised we hadn't crashed yet as we chased Wilder through the busy and cluttered roads. Quick, adrenaline fuelled decisions helped us keep up after obstacles were thrown at us.

"We're heading east on the FDR Drive." Dylan said into his radio.

"This isn't east, Dylan." I said, clutching my door.

"North! North!" He corrected quickly. "We're heading north on the FDR Drive. Fuller, where are you?"

"Right here." He replied."Trying to catch up to you now."

We quickly sped onto the bridge, I looked to my right to the water as we were speeding over a river, weaving in and out of cars.

"Good." Dylan muttered to Alma. "Just stay with him." Out of nowhere, the bus in the left hand lane quickly crossed over into our lane, blocking us off. We slipped into the other lane, right behind Jack when his car swerved into the divider. My breath hitched as it flung up, flipping and rolling until it came to a stop, landing on it's roof. As soon as the car stopped, I was out, my shoes slapping against the tarmac. Dylan ran to the drivers side whereas I ran to the passenger one.

"Elle, Dylan! Don't!" Fuller shouted. "Get out!" Dylan and I ignored him, desperately tugged at the seatbelt, trying to free Jack. I felt a tear drip down my cheek as Fuller yelled, "Leave him! There's nothing you can do, Let's go!" I watched as Fuller dragged Dylan out, but not before he could grab the papers. I tried one last attempt to get him out, pulling at the burning belt.

"Elle!" Dylan and Alma screamed before I was overwhelmed with darkness and heat.

A/N:

yiKES YIkEs YIkES yikES - what do you guys think of what Elle did??

x Clara