Eliot has been getting strange headaches and stranger looks. It's making him paranoid, which makes Parker and Hardison look at him worriedly and ask him if it's about that thing he doesn't do anymore.
Eliot wants to say no, but…
Last night he was jumped by a desk jockey with a sword who tried to chop his head off.
He doesn't know what to do – he's already gone behind Hardison's back, sending the ID he'd taken off the corpse to a buddy of his to run. If Eliot brings him in now, not only will he get the careful sidelong looks but also one of Hardison's 'I am the best why would you ask someone else' lectures. However, Eliot isn't sure if this is something he can handle on his own and the longer he waits the worse the speech will get.
It's a lose-lose situation, so Eliot calls Nate.
He doesn't exactly explain the situation, which means Nate is reduced to sighing and giving vague suggestions that veil not-so-subtle requests for more information. Eliot hangs up the phone feeling more frustrated than he was before. How do you explain to someone that last night you killed a man who tried to chop your goddamn head off, and this morning the same man showed up to try and do it again?
This time, at least, Eliot had trussed him up and stuck one of his crappier knives in the guy's heart before dumping him. It will hopefully buy him enough time to figure this out, somehow.
Whatever 'this' is.