The One Job Left Unfinished
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Author's Note: Ok, so basically… LOTS OF LEMONS SHALL COMMENSE. You have been warned. Lol. I hope you like this chapter! And to anyone whose worried that I won't be updating often…. don't be. This fanfic is pretty much my new obsession. I think about it ALL THE TIME. For real. Mostly in math class. I don't know why, but it's like math class hits, and I'm like "Oh, time to plan the next chapter of my fanfic." Lol. Wow, I'm hyper from lack of sleep, so I'm gonna go now. Lol. Bye!
Fallen
"Eliot…" Her voice was quiet, and soft as silk. "Don't make me sleep alone tonight. Please…"
How on earth was a man supposed to resist such a request? She was dressed in a stretchy black tank top and little purple shorts, her feet bare, her hair spilling wildly over trembling shoulders. Creamy skin glowed in the silver light of the moon, and sending her hair a flame. Her eyes were twin emeralds glowing with passion and pleading, pulling him helplessly in. Eliot resisted his own passion for a moment. He knew that she had hesitated in her room, though he didn't know why. Now all he knew was that she was here now, and her voice cast a spell and now he was hers. His decision was made in the space of a heartbeat.
He still said nothing, but opened the door wider, and moved aside so she could come in. She bit her lip, and moved silently forward. Eliot shifted and closed the door. They faced each other, and moved together in the blink of an eye. Ava gripped his shoulders and leapt up wrapped her mile long legs around his waist. Eliot's arms locked around her, holding onto her like she was his life line. He was beginning to think that she was. There were fearful moments when he wasn't near her that he felt lost, because he began to wonder what it would be like to live his life without her near. Those thoughts made him afraid, and the fear made him furious, and the fury drove him to be rougher with her than he should have been.
Ava felt like she was being eaten alive, bite by vicious bite. His mouth was urgent and rough on her, his fingers curled tightly in her hair, holding her to him, as if afraid she would change her mind and try to leave. Ava thought that as much chance as a blizzard in hell of happening. She returned his urgency with her own, her hands trying to touch any and all skin she could reach, her fingers flying over his arms, shoulders, and then fisting in his hair. He kissed her until she was drunk on his taste, and still she wanted more. She had to have more. That was the single thought in her mind. Over and over her mind, body, and heart were in harmony for once, and spoke in a single unified voice; more, more, and still more. She was never one to ignore her inner voices.
Ava tore her mouth from his and stared into his eyes. "Eliot. I need you. Now."
"Protection?" he asked, barely able to get the word out, his mind was so fogged with desire for her. She shook her head.
"We're covered. Now take me to bed, Eliot. Please." She might have said please, but it was much more demand than it was request. Her voice was strong, with a hint of something sharpening it. Her voice and the double edged blade of his own desire spurred him onward, and zapped the last of his control. He fixed his mouth to hers again, and began moving backward, and was lucky that there weren't any steps or furniture between him and his bed. When he sensed the edge of the bed, he broke their kiss again to do what he'd been fantasizing about and threw her forcibly to the bed. Ava's breath hissed out on a gasp, and her eyes dared him for more. He was never one to resist a dare. He joined her on the bed, already needing another dose of the drug that was her kiss. His hands slid up the tank top that she was wearing, and could have wept at the feel of warm, smooth skin beneath his finger tips. Her body trembled, and her fingers dug into the muscle of his shoulders. He shuddered, and spread her thighs with his knee, and put pressure against her core.
Ava cried out against his mouth, and arched up violently. "God! Eliot, please." She begged. He shuddered again, her voice sliding over him like silk. He gripped her shirt in his hands, and looked at her for permission. She nodded. He rent it in two. Her eyes widened, and still urged him on. He pulled her shorts off in one fluid motion, and tossed them aside. He looked at her. And time stopped. Suddenly the need that was pulsing through him like a river slowed, and the air seemed to thicken. Both of their bodies stilled, and all they could do was stare at each other.
Suddenly ever detail snapped into focus through both of their passion fogged brains. The dark room was flooded with moonlight, providing erotic, romantic light for lovers. Eliot stared at her, lying there, completely exposed to him, and lost the ability to breathe or think easily. Her hair tumbled over his pillow, shimmering like water. Her eyes were soft and stunned, her mouth parted, and seemingly begging to be kissed. Her hands were by her head, leaving her vulnerable to his gaze. She was wearing black lace, and he wondered if that was on purpose. It was a sharp, sexy contrast to the milk white of her skin. Her hips flared out, her breasts were rounded and perfect, her waist a curving line between. Stunning.
With the fires banked for the moment, he slowly leaned down, and kissed her softly. She gave a little whimper of need, but found her arms were suddenly heavy, and couldn't find the energy to lift them. He was so gentle. So achingly gentle. How was she to resist this kind of kiss? It moved slowly through them both like liquid flame, all slow heat, and blinding golden light. She couldn't have fought him off if her life depended on it. The tenderness that his mouth and slowly caressing fingers gave her made her want to weep at the sweetness of the moment. And it that moment, with those blue eyes open and aware on hers, she fell. She leapt helplessly off that cliff, and found herself falling through open air. Her body, mind, and heart wept. How could she have ever mistaken anything other than this for love. The tenderness here, the careful sweetness, and complete adoration that she felt in that single moment couldn't have been anything but love. She hadn't known it could be like this. She'd known that it could be giddy and fun, as she'd seen so many of her friends take the leap. She'd known it could be bittersweet and sharply cool, as she'd seen from her parents. But she hadn't known it could be like this. This aching, aching sweetness that made her want to weep desperately.
Her eyes closed tightly, and Eliot pulled away. He whispered her name, and her body trembled, and she made a soft sound of distress. He called to her again, and she kissed him. She poured her soul into the kiss, and Eliot felt staggered. He hadn't known that you could feel so much from one kiss. He felt like he was underwater, struggling desperately to get to the surface, only to be ripped under by the undertow. His body tightened at the realization of what the sensation likely was. Love. He had the sudden urge to scream in frustration. He should never have done this to her. Women like her deserve men a thousand times better than him. He shouldn't do this to her. But he didn't think he could stop. But he had to try.
Eliot started to pull away, and speak. "Ava, I…" She shook her head sharply.
"No. Stop. Don't. It's just us. Nothing but us. Nothing but this. Please." The quiet desperation in her voice pulled him helplessly under again. She kissed him, her hands running up his back with renewed urgency. He could only follow where she lead him. The fire leapt higher in his blood, and an answering heat rushed through Ava's core. He once again applied pressure to her with his knee, this time more ruthlessly. She cried out, and tightened around him. His mouth broke from hers to race over her throat. He scraped his teeth over her skin, and she gave a shuddering moan that had him fighting desperately for what little control that he had left.
Ava's nails were sharp pricks of pain in his skin, but her barely noticed. His hands tightened on her flesh, were there would be bruises later. He reared up suddenly, and ripped the pretty lacy underwear out of his way. He tossed aside the tiny scraps of lace, and started to slowly burn alive under the heat of Ava's gaze. He dipped his head slowly, and took her breast into his mouth. She arched violently, and dug her fingers into his hair. He tortured her with teeth, lips, and tongue until she was writhing violently beneath him, her breath tearing from her lungs. His hand sneaked down the soft skin of her stomach, and cupped the auburn curls of her mound. She arched up and gasped, stunned as she reached that first velvety peak.
After she recovered, something seemed to snap inside her, and she hooked her leg over his hip, and rolled so that she was on top. She took a moment to look at him, and devour him greedily with her eyes. Tan skin gleaming with sweat, hard ridges of shuddering muscles, and the smooth expanse of skin marred here and there with scars. They were both fighters, but the sole different between them was the scars, and what they represented. He'd seen battles. She hadn't. She bent her head, and trailed her tongue over a scar the sliced across his chest. He moaned, and gripped her hips roughly. The rough sound caused a fresh rush of molten heat in Ava's core, and she brushed her mound against the hard length of him. She nearly growled at the feel of his boxers getting in her way. Those had to go. Now.
Ava pulled back, and grinned wickedly. She pulled off the offending clothing, and kept her eyes fixed on his. Something shifted in Eliot's eyes, and the look there was half wild, and feral. Her flipped her over so he was on top again, and kissed her roughly, using his teeth to make a point. She tried to touch him, but his hands gripped both her wrists, and pinned them above her head. "Next time." He said roughly. He pulled back, and stared into her eyes for a moment. She arched her hips pleadingly.
"Please. Now." She whispered. He didn't need telling twice.
"Hold on tight, sweetheart." he said. And then he drove himself into her in one smooth thrust.
Both of them froze, and held their breath. Then they began to move together, creating a flawless perfect rhythm. They were both panting, both their hearts were racing, both of them burning from the scorching heat they created between them. Ava felt herself stretch near to the point of pain, but her over stimulated body only registered pleasure. She began murmuring to him in Gaelic. Irish endearment and words of love tripped off her tongue, dripped from her lips, until one phrase began to be repeated over and over. "A ghra... A amhain." My love. My only. Eliot's grip on her hands loosened, and then he let her go, and her hands moved to his shoulders, and gripped desperately. As the fire leapt desperately higher, their pants became moans, and Ava dragged her nails down his back. He hissed as a dark kind of pleasure born from the mild pain thrummed through them. They pace increased, as they drove each other ruthlessly high, faster, deeper. Suddenly Ava's muscles tightened, and her body arched up. She tightened around him, and then screamed his name as she reached a second glorious peak. This time Eliot came with her, gritting his teeth against a shout of his own, and buried his face in the glorious mass of curls that surrounded her head.
They collapsed in his bed, and Eliot knew he'd have to move or he'd suffocate her. His arms trembled lightly with the effort it was taking him to hold most of his weight off her. He gingerly rolled, bringing Ava with him, and draping her over his chest. He couldn't tell, but tears dripped down her cheeks. It had been perfect. So different from anything she'd ever experienced, but so terrifyingly right. She wondered what she was going to do when he left her. It was no longer a question of if. Only of when. She didn't know why, but there was clearly something that he knew about that would take him from her, and it was something he didn't think he could stop. Ava had know that for a while now, but the difference was that now he could hurt her. He was the only one who had enough of her heart to break it.
His hands stroked slowly up her back, and Ava pushed all the painful thoughts from her mind, determined to follow his example and enjoy the now, while it lasted. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, and made a low purring sound in her throat. He made an answering noise, and she smiled. He was still buried deep inside her, and was unwilling to do anything about it. Ava thought that now that she knew what it felt like to have him fill her, she'd never feel complete again without him.
Ava's lips brushed over his chest, and he shuddered. "God you kill me." he said. Ava chuckled, her lips vibrating against him.
"Same goes." she said. He groaned.
"I should move." he said. She sighed.
"Here, let me." she said. She supported her weight on her arms, and gingerly lifted herself up, wincing a little bit as she did.
"Sore?" he asked. There was no male smugness in his voice, only concern for her. Though she suspected that lack of smugness wouldn't last long. She shrugged.
"A bit. But that's to be expected. It's been a while." she said. Eliot smirked. Ah, there it is. Ava thought to herself.
"I'm flattered then." he said. Ava rolled her eyes.
"No you're not. You're smug." she said.
"Of course." was his reply. She laughed, and rolled her shoulders. She glanced around, and then slipped from the bed.
Eliot sat up, and felt a fresh punch of lust as he watched her walk away stark naked. "Where are you going?" he asked. She tossed a smile over her shoulder.
"To shower. You're welcome to join me… if you're up to it." she said. Eliot grinned. Who was he to refuse a challenge from such a tempting woman?
He followed her into the bathroom, and joined her under the how spray. She smiled, and they spent the next half an hour loving each other under the hot spray of water. He'd squeezed a bit of body wash onto his hands, and had run soap slicked fingers over her body, not missing an inch of her. He'd touched her cleverly, deeply, and made her come twice before she even got the chance to touch him. She'd given just as much as she'd taken though, but Eliot had lost his control quickly, and had ended up lifting her up, her legs locking around his waist, and plunged into her with her back braced against the tile of the shower.
While drying herself off, Ava hummed happily to herself. Suddenly her arm was gripped, and she turned to see Eliot wearing a look of horror on his face. "What?" she demanded, immediately concerned. He pulled her closer, and turned her arm over so that the underside of her wrist was exposed. There were dusky bruises there, from when Eliot had pinned her arms above her head. He inspected every inch of her skin, and found more bruises along her waist and hips. There was such deep self loathing and disgust on his face, that Ava hurried to soothe him.
She cupped his face in her hands. "I did that to you. I hurt you." he said, his voice rough.
"Yes, you left marks on me." she said, not bothering to give him false words. "But I don't care. I wanted this, Eliot. Never, ever forget that I wanted this. I still do. I want you, more than I've ever wanted anything else in the world. The bruises… they don't hurt." she murmured. He shook his head. "And besides, I like that you lost control. I like that I can do that to you." she said. "And I left marks of my own on you." she said, tracing her fingertips down the angry red welts that her nails had left on his back.
"That's different." he said.
"No, it's not. So stop hating yourself. Because I plan on doing it all over again, in the very, very near future." she said. Eliot's eyes flashed with heat, and she knew that he'd forgiven himself for now.
The next morning, Ava woke up, still naked, snuggled up to a similarly naked Eliot. She smiled, thinking that there was no better way to wake. She sat up, and stretched only to be pulled back down to bed. She squeaked, and giggled as Eliot kissed a line down her neck. "Eliot, we can't stay here all day." she said.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Because…" she lost her train of thought when he sucked on a spot on the back of her neck that made her body spasm in pleasure. "Uh… because, because my father's home." she said. Eliot sighed.
"I guess you're right." he mumbled. She smiled, amused.
"Of course I am. But there's one problem." she said, shifting to face him.
"What's that?" he asked. She looked over on the floor, and his gaze followed.
"You destroyed all my clothing." she said. They stared at the shredded fabric that had been her pajamas, and thought.
"I guess you'll have to borrow something." he said. The idea of Ava wearing his clothing with no underwear was almost more erotic than Eliot could bear.
"Thanks." she said happily. Eliot got up, pulled on fresh boxers and sweats, then a tee shirt, and hunted up something for Ava to wear. He found a fresh tee shirt and boxers for her to wear, and handed them to her. She pulled on the boxers, but shook her head at the tee shirt. "No, I want the one from yesterday." she said. Eliot frowned in confusion.
"Why?"
"Just give it to me." she said. He shrugged, and gave it to her. She tugged it on, pressed her nose to the fabric and inhaled deeply. It hung over her much smaller frame, and made her look deliciously small. "It smells like you." she murmured. "I want something of you to sleep in, for on the rare occasion you don't sleep with me." she said. Eliot groaned, and had no choice but to kiss her.
Ava left Eliot's guest house ten minutes later, at seven, just after the sun had risen. The staff usually got up at seven thirty and had breakfast at eight thirty, so Ava figured she was safe. She was however, wrong. She walked in the back door of the main house, which lead into the kitchen. She was smiling, but it fell from her mouth when she spotted Cal sitting at the dining room table, calmly sipping his coffee. Ava's heart stopped in her chest, and her eyes widened. He looked at her evenly, and she tugged at the hem of Eliot's shirt, and wished viciously for a big hole to appear and swallow her. She could have faced anyone else on the staff and intimidated them into silence. Even dealing with her mother would have been manageable, because her mother was a hopeless romantic. But Cal had always been like a father to her, and she felt like the naughty teen sneaking in after a night of foolishness.
Cal stared evenly into her eyes, but she lowered her gaze and flushed. "Please say something." she whispered.
"What would you like me to say?" he asked. His tone was indifferent, and cold, and made her wince. He'd never talked to her like that unless she'd really messed up.
"I don't know. What you feel?" she hedged.
"Disappointed." he said bluntly. Ava's cheeks flamed even more, but so did her temper.
"What's your problem Cal? I'm a grown woman." she said.
"Which is exactly why you should know better." he said. Ava narrowed her eyes.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
"Eliot isn't the kind of man that you should be in a relationship with." he said. Ava's temper flared violently.
"What the hell do you know about him, huh? Have you spent the last five days with him? No! I have! And I think I know a hell of a lot more about him than you do. He'd honest, he's kind, and he cares about me. Which, let me tell you, is a really nice feeling. One that I haven't felt from anyone other than you and my mother in a long time." she said. Cal's face softened a little.
"Oh, mavourneen. You're in love aren't you?" he asked. Ava's mouth trembled, and her eyes filled with tears. He stood, and pulled her into a hug. She curled up there, but didn't cry. Cal sighed. "Why must you make things so difficult?" he asked. Ava laughed a little.
"Because I'm me." she said. Cal smiled.
"That's god's truth." he said with another sigh. He pulled back so that he could look into her face. "So you love him." he said. She nodded. "Does he love you back?" he asked. Ava bit her lip, and looked down.
"I don't know." she said. Cal nodded.
"You won't until you ask." he said. Ava sighed.
"It's complicated." she said.
"Love almost always is." he said evenly. Ava frowned.
"I guess so. I need time." she said, vaguely. "I need more time."
"Time is something I can give you. I'll not breathe a word of this to anyone. But I suggest if you're going to spend the nights out of your bed, that you leave a few things there, so you're at least dressed properly for the walk of shame." he said, looking at her disapprovingly. Ava smiled sheepishly, and then blushed when she remembered why she wasn't dressed properly.
"Right. Well, I'll go do that now." she said. She kissed his cheek. "I really appreciate this Cal. I owe you." she said. He smiled.
"Yeah, you do." She smiled, and then paused.
"So what do you think?" she asked.
"Of what?"
"Of Eliot." she asked. Cal considered.
"I think he's a good man. And I think he'll treat you right." he said.
"Then why did you say he wasn't the kind of man I should be involved with?" she asked. Cal frowned.
"Because he's like me. And men like me are never men you should get involved with. But I don't think that being like me makes him a bad person. Just one with a dark past. And that could complicate things." he said. Ava frowned.
"Being like you isn't a bad thing." Ava said. Cal shrugged, and her frown deepened. "It's not!" she insisted. "You're the only father that I've ever really had." she said. Her eyes filled with tears again, and her voice was rough when she spoke. "I love you, Cal." she said. His eyes shone with wetness as well, and he pulled her into a tight hug.
"I love you too, mavourneen." he said. He pulled away. "No go on with you, before somebody sees you." he said. Ava nodded, and headed up to her room.
Over the next few weeks, Eliot and Ava spent every last moment that they could together. When they weren't together, it was because Ava was with her mother, or Eliot was working for her father. There were two important incidents that occurred, one with Ava, and one with Eliot.
One morning after making love and then falling asleep, Ava had been lying in Eliot's bed. He'd watched her sleep for a while, but then he'd had to wake her before the main house woke up. He'd touched her shoulder, and gently shook her. "Ava, Ava it's time to wake up." He'd called. She'd made a noise of confusion. "Ava it's time to wake up, you need to go back." he said softly. Her face had twisted into a mask of pain, and fear, her eyes still closed.
"No. No, don't make me go back." she'd whimpered. The terror in her voice had clawed at Eliot's gut.
"Ava what's wrong?" he demanded, his voice sharp.
"Please… don't make me go back." she cried.
"Why? Ava, tell me why." he said.
"He's there." she whispered, and Eliot's heart had stopped dead in his chest.
"Who's there? Ava, tell me!" he demanded, though he already had an idea.
"Please. It's so dark there. He's not right. He's bad… very bad. Cold in his eyes." she'd rambled, beginning to toss and turn. That had been enough for Eliot.
He gripped her shoulders, and shook hard. "Ava!" he shouted. She come awake with a start, her eyes wide with fear. He'd held her to him for nearly ten minutes before she'd stopped trembling. Afterwards, she'd refused to speak of it. Brushing it off as a bad dream, when they both knew that she was lying. But he let it drop… for now.
The second incident had come three weeks after Eliot had started working for O'Conner. O'Conner had started Eliot out small, doing an odd job here and there when someone else could look after Ava. And then he'd asked him to take things to the next level. He'd taken him out on a job with the core team. Nate and the team had been excited, but nervous, as Eliot had been. It was a big step, but they had no idea what to expect. Eliot had gone out with them, and four hours later when he returned, he was different.
He'd walked into Ava's room, and closed and locked the door. When she looked up at him, she saw something in his eyes that hadn't been there before. Something dark, that scared the living shit out of her. "Eliot? What's wrong?" she asked. He'd shaken his head, and stepped towards her. He pulled her into his arms, and sat there silently, just holding her. "Eliot? What happened?" she asked.
"I can't…" he whispered roughly. "I can't tell you. Please, just be here with me for a moment." he said.
"Okay." Ava agreed, and sat there with him for an hour.
Eliot had seen things in those four hours that he hadn't seen the likes of in years. The amount of evil in the man that was Ava's father was honest to goodness terrifying to Eliot, and very few things scared him. He could honestly say that Bryan O'Conner was the second most evil, psychotic man that he'd ever met in his life. And he'd met a lot of evil psychotic men. He decided on that day that no matter what happened with the con, Bryan would not be allowed to continue to exist. Whether he got handed over to the cops to be put in a maximum security cell for the rest of his life, or whether Eliot had to take him out himself, Bryan O'Conner, would never see the light of day again once he was through with him. And as long as Eliot was still breathing, O'Conner would never, ever, lay so much as a finger on Ava.
As the weeks passed by, Eliot and Ava both fell deeper and deeper into love. They didn't tell each other, but with each passing moment, it became harder and harder not to. Eliot found that it was becoming harder and harder to stay in character as Eliot Wolf, and not slip back into being who he really was, Eliot Spencer. He wanted so much to tell her who he was. He wanted desperately for her to know him, and still care about him after knowing the truth. But he also wished that the wasn't Eliot Spencer either. Sometimes he just wished her was a normal guy, in a normal relationship with a woman that he loved, and love him back. He wished that Ava wasn't the daughter of a mark, and he wasn't the one that would tear her family apart. But he knew that wishing didn't get anyone anywhere. All it led to was heartache.
Eliot started thinking dangerous thoughts. He started thinking about the end. About what he would tell Ava once the con was over. There were two explanations that he had to have prepared. One for if they made it out of the con with their cover intact, and one if they didn't. He wasn't sure which outcome he was hoping for. If they made it out clean, Ava would never have to know that he was the one that had broken up her family, and she'd never have to know that he'd lied to her for over a month. But he'd also have no choice but to leave her. But if their cover got blown, then Ava would know. She'd know that he had used her, and lied to her, and had generally been a terrible excuse for a human being. She'd know that he had betrayed her in the most basic sense of the word. But there was also the small, slight nearly impossible chance that if she could move past all that, that he could take her with him. Take her back to Boston, where he could keep her safe. Where he could continue to love her. He wasn't sure how that would work, either way. But thinking about it was tying him up in knots.
Ava wasn't oblivious to his attitude either. No matter how much they tried to tell themselves not to think about the end, to not let things get too heavy, they did. Ava was worried about her mother, whose health was slowly but surely declining. And she also worried because she knew that Eliot was worrying. She'd gotten to know him so completely that she could read almost every expression and movement that he made. And she knew that something was going on inside his head that made him worry more than ever. She wondered if he was planning on leaving. If he had another obligation somewhere that had put the time limit on his job. She wondered what would happen if he left.
Ava's father was under the false impression that Ava had mellowed out, and had given her a lot more freedom. The problem was, it wasn't that Ava had mellowed out. It was just that she had no excuse to fight to leave anymore. She had her mother and Eliot in the Hamptons, and Eliot gave her all the freedom he could, so Ava simply no longer saw the point in trying to leave. But if Eliot left, Ava wondered if her father would get her another guard. She supposed that it depended on when he left. If he left before her mother died, she might get another guard, though he'd be useless. Ava had discovered that she was spoiled now for all other guards but Cal and Eliot. If he left after, then it would be a moot point, because Ava would be long gone.
Ava didn't like the fact that Eliot wouldn't talk to her about what was bothering him, but she respected it. She couldn't say that she did the same, though. She talked to him about everything. And because of that, and how well he listened, she figured that by the end of the month, Eliot probably knew her better than she knew herself. And she was probably right, because when it came to Ava, Eliot didn't miss a single detail, no matter how small.
After the month had passed, dooms day finally came. Eliot got a call from Nate, telling him that he needed him to come to the team's shared house for a meeting. Eliot agreed, his heart pounding in his ears. He'd asked for a day off, and was granted it. He told Ava that he was helping out a friend, and, god bless her soul, she didn't pry. Eliot drove to the house with a heavy heart, and a swirling mind. He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice really.
When he got to the house, everyone was there, waiting. He'd come back about once a week, but he found that he still missed the team a little bit. Hardison was still annoying, but Eliot found he didn't mind so much. Parker was still hyper and crazy, but he found that he accepted it as just a part of who she was. And Sophie was just as strong, and understanding as ever. And Nate of course, was Nate. Their fearless leader, and the master mind of the team. He was the first to speak after Eliot had said his hellos to the team.
"So, you're month is up." he said. Eliot nodded. "You've gotten some great in tell, and I've had plenty of time to come up with a con. I've got some good news, and I've got some bad news. Which do you want first?" Nate asked.
"Good news." he said. Nate nodded.
"Alright. We won't be using your relationship with Ava as our in for the con." he said. Eliot relaxed, and smiled broadly.
"Thanks Nate. I really appreciate this." he said.
"Don't thank me until I tell you the bad news." he said.
"Okay. Give it to me." he said.
"We're going to have to use Ava as bait."
Ending Note: YAY! Another cliffy! Lol. Whew! Whatta work out! It's one o'clock in the morning now, and I'm finally finished with this chapter! I don't know why, but I just had to get it done tonight. Don't ask me why. I could have done it tomorrow, but now. Me and my stupid self had to get it done tonight. At one in the morning. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter! And thanks so much again to everybody whose reviewed! I love you guys so much, it's not even funny. Lol. More reviews are always welcome. :D P.S, mavourneen means sweetheart in Gaelic, A ghra means my love, and A amhain means my only. Just so ya know. Lol. SO HYPER! Going to sleep now. XP
