Title: One Last Job

Author: Lady Starhawk

Summary: Future Fic. Eliot's past and present collide. Boondock Saints/Leverage crossover.

Notes: Thanks to SuperShineyGirl for the inspiration (this is her fault) and WinchesterWench for the read through.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine. I'm just taking them out for a spin.

Warning: Character Death.

~1~

"I know this guy, he's a nasty son of a bitch." Eliot said as he checked the 9mm again and slid it into his shoulder holster.

"That may be, but he's next on the hit parade," Murphy smiled as he finished his beer.

"You have a history with him?" Connor asked, tossing his empty bottle into the recycling bin.

"Who doesn't Spencer have a past with?" Murphy laughed.

"True." Eliot got a bit of a far away look in his eyes, "But I worked with him for a long time."

"You respect him." Connor stood and put a hand on Eliot's arm.

"I did once. Almost would have called him a friend, but he changed. It was slow and we almost missed it, but he got a taste for power, and it made him want more. He started doing whatever he could in order to gain that power. He got a lot of good people hurt." Eliot shuddered, "Made me do things that I vowed to never do again."

"That why you send most of your cut away?" Connor asked handing Murphy his gun.

"Yeah. They need it more than I do after all that happened. Medical Insurance only goes so far, and without being able to work anymore, it's been tough on them."

Murphy slid on his coat and slung his bag over his shoulder, "You'll feel better once this is done."

Connor nodded, "He's been a thorn in your side for far too long, it's time to take him out."

Eliot slid on his own coat and sighed, "I had hoped that after being locked up he would have changed his ways, but it seemed to make him even more power hungry and ruthless."

Murphy slapped Connor on the back as he put an arm around him, "Yeah, because prison changed us so drastically." Connor chuckled and smacked his brother in the face.

"Good point."

Connor side-stepped his brother and moved towards Eliot with a serious look back on his face, "He may have started with good intentions, but now he's just getting good people hurt. It's time for him to meet the Saints."

Eliot closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Yeah, it's time for Nathan Ford to pay for what he's done."

The twins grabbed their rosaries on their way out the door.