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Why are we meeting here, Sterling?" Elizabeth gives the bar a once over. It was an alarmingly average Irish bar in the middle of downtown Boston, not exactly the place for a private meeting."It's not anything like your usual." She was definitely over dressed.
"We are meeting some old friends first." He pulls a police baton and a well worn file out of the trunk of his car before giving her a once over. "Give me a few minutes, study up, and then come in." She leans against his car casually flipping through the file skimming over the names on the pages. One name in particular jumping out at her. She quickly glances down at her watch, shoves the file into her bag and makes her way down the stone steps into the bar. There's a loud crash as Elliot pins Sterling onto a table. "I have a job for youIt's Maggie!"
"You sure know how to make an entrance Sterling." mocks Elizabeth as she subtly palms her knife. Elliot's whole body tense as the realization flashes across his eyes. He drops Sterling on the table before lunging at her. He roughly spins her around, pinning her against him, one arm encircling her neck and the other pinning her arm behind her back.
"You going to kill me, Spencer?" Elizabeth whispers dryly "I'd do it quick if I were you." she flicks her knife near the buckle of his pants. He puts a comfortable amount of space between them and reluctantly lets
her go. She pats his face "That's what I thought." She saunters to the bar, reaches over the counter and pulls a bottle of rum out from behind the bar top and places it in her bag.
"Sophie, who is she?" Parker whispers perplexingly looking between Elizabeth and Elliot. As Elizabeth encircles her arm through Sterling's patting him reassuringly.
"I don't know but she knows whats she doing." Sophie clears her throat bringing the levity back to the situation.
"Lets go discuss this some place private."
They file in behind Nate like school children. Elizabeth breaks away from the group making herself comfortable at the end of the bar within earshot of the conversation. She pours herself a drink and lazily begins flipping through the file again. Apparently someone named Maggie was extradited to Kiev in congruence with a missing Faberge egg, Maggie used to be married to Nate, all of it was boringly sentimental. The last page though, was full of some very appealing numbers. She pulls her phone out quickly making flight plans, first class, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson or had they switched to the Callaghan's. Running a quick scan of the no fly lists, four rows down, Damian and Natasha Henderson. So they were Jimmy and Emily Callaghan.
"How do you know her, Elliot?" questions Parker as she scoots onto the bar stool next to Elliot. She looks at him earnestly.
"She's nobody Parker."
"She doesn't look like nobody. She definitely looks like a somebody." Parker looks innocently between Elliot and Elizabeth.
"Let it go, Parker." Elliot clinches his fists and releases them before grabbing a beer and walking back to Nate, Sophie, and Sterling. Parker awkwardly makes her way over next to Elizabeth. She palms her wallet and phone quickly flipping through the wallet and screening through the phone. She huffs finding nothing offsetting or incriminatory.
"Find anything interesting?" Laughs Elizabeth as Parker slinks back into the seat next to her, sliding her wallet and phone back to her.
"Sorry." She sheepishly swings her feet back and forth. "How do you know Elliot?"
"What makes you think I know, Elliot?"
"Well, he got pretty angry when he saw you and he kind of like attacked you." Elizabeth laughs taking a swing of her bottle. She closes the file and toward Parker who is staring at her.
"Alright people our flight for Kiev leaves in 4 hours." Parker jumps up and runs back to Hardison as Elizabeth caps the rum and shoves the folder and the bottle back into her bag. She quickly makes her way over to Sterling.
"Darling, we have a plan to catch."
"Wait! I'm not working with them!" Elliot face is flushed with frustration. Elizabeth laughs to herself encircling her arm through Sterling's. She casually straightens his tie and reassuringly pats his arm.
"You don't have to. I'll do it. You have a different job Elliot. Retrieve my wife."
"Go fetch Elliot." whispers Elizabeth, she brushes her hand over his knee before palming his knife.
"Elizabeth." His voice dripping with agitation. He holds his hand out as he makes his way to her. She hands Sterling her bag and turns false shock and hurt filling her eyes. She clasps his hand, dancing her fingers up his arm before patting his elbow. His body relaxes into her.
"Next time." She whispers, brushing her lips against his cheek as she drops his knife into his hand."Let's go darling. We have a flight to catch." Elizabeth turns takes the bag from Sterling, kisses him and saunters out.
"That was quite a show, Elizabeth." Sterling eyes her as she takes her heels off, pulls her hair up and makes herself comfortable in the passenger seat ferociously typing on her phone.
"We have a private plane leaving out of Manchester-Boston regional Airport in an hour." She begins unpacking her bag, the file, her bottle of rum, several handguns, a lockpicking set, several sets of passports and identification.
"He rattled you. How interesting." She pauses momentarily from her phone glaring at him.
"I'm not rattled, Sterling! Now, we're the Callaghan's, newly weds, you were a big time defense attorney until you retired, you're filthy rich, we met at Christmas Party for your company, and you are blissfully unaware that I married you for your money. Anything you want to add, dear?" "You know what. Nevermind don't use dear." mumbles Elizabeth as she scrunches her nose. "So tell me our back story."
"I'd rather talk about that little number that just happened."
"Back story, Sterling. You didn't hire me to talk about our lives. I don't talk about my past and you don't talk about your daughter." Sterling visibly tenses "Now backstory! You've already been kicked out of this country once. So make it believable."
