Chapter Seven: The Unrest Can Rest?

Grand Hotel: 6:00am

"Are you mad letting her going alone?" Sterling snapped at Nate. "Putting her life in danger is not a good plan."

Eliot rolled his eyes as walked out the restaurant. "Nate, could you shut him up?"

"Doing my best," Nate remarked. "Are you all set, Eliot?"

"All set, there's no sign of Chandler yet." Eliot glanced around. "McCoy?"

"No, sign of her. Think she'll come alone?" Grant stared from the rooftop.

"Parker, I need you to keep an eye out in the lobby?" Nate said. "Hardison, give me eyes."

"And now you can see all of it." Hardison accessed the hotel's internet. "How do we know she'll come?"

"We don't, but we have what she wants." Nate looked at the cameras. "Sterling, we need your team set outside."

Sterling looked at his team as he dispatched them and looked at Coleen. She took a deep breath and he pulled her into his arms.

"It'll be fine, darling. We'll be home before you know it," Sterling kissed her head.

Coleen buried her face into his embrace and took in the moment. She looked up at him and kissed him on the lips.

"I love you," Coleen said. "And if something…"

"Nothing is going to happen." Sterling placed his finger on her lips. "I'll be right there ready to bust down the door."

"Black sedan is coming down the street," Grant reported.

"Alright, team let's get ready," Nate ordered.

Coleen watched as the Sedan pulled up and she looked at Sterling. Her hand gripped his tightly before she kissed him one last time.

"Good luck, darling," Sterling whispered in her ear.

"We'll always have Barcelona." Coleen smiled and walked into the direction of the hotel.

Sterling watched as she set the plan into motion.

"She's walking in your direction, Spencer. Keep an eye on her," Sterling remarked.

"Door is opening," Grant remarked.

Sterling looked at his team and reached into his car for his own weapon. He holstered it and watched as Coleen vanished into the interior of the hotel.

"She's in," Parker said.

Coleen walked towards the restaurant and looked around. Eliot watched from the corner of his eye at the desk.

"Leave the flash drive on the bar, Coleen," Eliot remarked.

"Alright," Coleen answered.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the bar. She pulled the flash drive out of her purse and sat it down. Her gaze glanced around and saw a man with a suit sitting in the corner.

"Spencer, there's a suit that isn't FBI or Interpol." Coleen faced the bar.

"Shaved head."

"Yes."

"Angular jaw with a scar across his cheek?"

"Yes."

"Griffin's got some of his muscle. He's making sure the drive has been delivered. Don't worry about him. Leave now," Eliot said.

Coleen headed towards the entrance of the restaurant and stopped to see Danielle appear.

"Hello, Coleen," she greeted her.

The wanted woman walked in and glanced over at the two men that stood behind her. She gave a nod of her head and they walked off.

"We have much to talk about," Danielle said.

Coleen took a deep breath and glanced behind her as the man stood up. She stepped sideways towards the bar.

"I've left what you wanted on the bar," Coleen stated. "I've checked the data, it's all there."

Danielle reached into her suit coat and pulled out her gun and a silencer. Coleen stared at the sleek gun as she placed the silencer.

"I don't need the flash drive, Agent Graham. I never needed that piece of crap," Danielle said as she glanced around.

"What did you want?" Coleen asked already knowing what she came.

Danielle smiled and raised the gun towards her. Coleen took a deep breath and stared at the silencer that was pointed in her direction.

"Now would be a good time," Grant said.

"Working on it." Eliot headed towards the restaurant.

"Eliot," someone called.

Eliot stopped and slightly twitched. He took a deep breath and turned around slowly to stare at the sophisticated older man. The older man smiled as he fixed his silk tie and walked towards Eliot.

"Griffin," Eliot muttered.

"I'm sorry it has to end this way, I didn't want it to…I swear I'm going to kill you," Eliot said balling his fist up.

The older man chuckled and nodded.

"That's what I want to hear from my protégé. I want you to feel angry and do what you were meant to do long ago. You think I trained you because I wanted some stupid little pin back?" Henry stared at Eliot.

Eliot let the doubt that his mentor gave him a chance to survive the ugly world and do good.

"Ah, let it sink in, Eliot. You were just a tool for what I wanted. I paid you just enough to wet your appetite and look at you now, Eliot. You are a weapon even now…just a different person. The man you believe is your friend is just using you for your bronze to achieve the goals he wants."

"You're wrong," Eliot remarked. "These people are my family."

"No, Eliot, they are just tools too. You always did well when you were alone when no one told you what to do."

"Eliot, don't listen to him. He's trying to manipulate you," Sophie's voice came.

Eliot took a deep breath as he stared at his mentor. He shook his head and balled up his fist.

"You're a lying bastard!" Eliot shouted and lunged at Griffin.

Henry moved to the side and Eliot stumbled.

"Just like the old days when you were a blundering boy," Henry remarked.

"Spencer, get to Coleen now!" Sterling shouted in his ear.

"Shut up, Sterling, I'm a little busy," Eliot snapped.

Eliot listened to Henry's footsteps coming towards him. He closed his eyes and counted the heavy steps.

"What's he doing?" Parker asked.

"He's meditating," Hardison said.

Eliot took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He turned quick on his heels and slammed the heel of his hand right into Henry sternum. Henry stumbled back and Eliot swung again this time shattering the cheek bone.

"How's that for a blundering boy, Griffin?" Eliot stared at him.

Henry narrowed his eyes at him and came at Eliot. He wacked him in the face, but Eliot came back with his knee to Henry's ribs.

"Parker, get to Coleen now," Eliot said.

"On it."

Parker rushed towards the restaurant. Parker stopped short and stared at the two women.

"Hey, you!" Parker said.

Danielle turned around and Colleen kicked the gun in another direction as Danielle pulled the trigger. Danielle turned and narrowed her eyes pulling the gun in Coleen's direction again.

Parker ran towards her and Danielle pulled a second gun and fired it at Parker. She jumped out the way in time for the shot to hit the wall.

"Parker?" Hardison said.

"I'm ok," Parker said.

Sterling glanced at the hotel and decided to take things into his own hands.

"Jim, stop!" Grant shouted.

But Sterling didn't listen he made his way inside and saw Eliot distracted with Henry. He rushed towards the restaurant.

"Put the gun down!" Sterling shouted pulling his weapon.

Danielle turned and looked at him and smiled.

"Sorry, it has to be like this, Jim." Danielle raised the gun and fired a shot at Coleen.

Coleen gasped and looked at Danielle as she fell to her knees.

"No!" Sterling shouted and rushed towards Coleen.

There was silence that filled the room. He lifted Coleen into his arms as she held her hands on the shot.

"Darling," he said.

"It had to be this way," she whispered. "We would have never been at peace until this ended today."

Sterling shook his head and pulled her into his arms. "It didn't have to be like this."

"Nate," Sophie said. "What happened?"

"Just what we thought was suppose to happen," Nate whispered.

Hardison stared at the feed in the restaurant.

"Come on," Nate said as he stood up. "Let's finish what we started."

Nate walked towards the door and headed downstairs.

Danielle lifted the flash drive and turned to Sterling. "See you around, Jim. Don't become to power hungry or you'll be next on my list and I'd hate to bring you down."

Sterling held Coleen in his arms as he watched Danielle walk past him.

"I have to say she was the best one. Olivia's mother was just too needy and hungry for money. I hated to finish job." Danielle smiled.

Sterling leaned his head against Coleen's and closed his eyes.

"Chandler's on the move," Grant remarked.

"Go after her," Nate said.

"With pleasure."

Nate walked out the elevator and looked at Eliot as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.

"I warned him." Eliot looked at Nate as he walked over.

"We got a miracle to perform," Nate said as he gave Eliot's shoulder a pat.

Eliot pulled his hair back and reached into his pocket and headed into the restaurant. Nate and Eliot walked towards Sterling's crumbled figure.

"Kind of want to treasure this moment," Eliot said.

"Eliot," Nate looked at him.

Eliot shrugged and walked over and knelt down. Sterling looked at him and narrowed his eyes.

"Move away from her," Eliot said. "Or I can't save her."

Sterling wrinkled his brow at Eliot.

"You can't save her." Sterling looked down at Coleen.

Eliot rolled his eyes and pulled a syringe and stabbed it into Coleen's leg. He pushed the fluid out and stepped back. In the matter of seconds Coleen's eyes fluttered open. She gasped for air. Sterling watched as life returned to her. She sat up coughing and regaining air.

"Any longer I would have been a goner." Coleen looked at them.

"You got lucky," Eliot said.

"Anyone wants to explain to me what just happened!" Sterling snapped at them.

Coleen glanced at him and smiled. She reached up and kissed him.

An hour and half before

"Fake my death?" Coleen asked.

"She's going to kill you, but we got to beat her to it." Nate looked at team.

"Should we tell, Jim?"

"He's got to believe it himself…if Chandler thinks she's killed you, Sterling's got to believe it and he has to come in just at the right time."

Eliot walked in and handed Nate a small bottle. He handed it to Coleen and she looked at him.

"It's a diluted version of the poison Sterling gave you to use on Trotter. And before you go in we're going to make sure you're protected." Nate turned and lifted a vest.

Coleen glanced at the vest and ran her hand over it. Her gaze glanced at Nate as he gave a nod. She slipped it on what felt like thin material. She glanced down at it.

"How is this supposed to protect me?" Coleen asked.

"Light weight, but strong as nails."

Eliot walked over and tied something around her waist and she looked up at him.

"Make sure Chandler shoots you here." Eliot patted her side.

Present

Sterling helped Coleen to her feet and she leaned against him.

"It would have been nice to know." Sterling looked at them.

"I knew what I was getting into, dearest," Coleen kissed him.

"Looks like I missed the final act," Grant came into the restaurant and looked at them.

They turned and Grant smiled. He walked over to them and joined the debriefing. Eliot glanced over at him and put out his hand. Grant raised out his brow at Eliot.

"Truce?" Grant asked.

"For now, until you piss me off again," Eliot remarked.

"I hate to end this touching moment short, but don't we still have a wedding to plan?" Sophie's voice came over the ear buds.

Coleen glanced up at Sterling and kissed his cheek. He looked at her and smiled.

"Don't let your mother hire another wedding planner." Sterling lifted her chin.

"Any other ex-fiancées I need to know about?"

"No more, I swear."

Six Months Later

Eliot walked to a small room and knocked on the door. "Hill, it's almost time."

The door opened and Sophie smiled. He walked in and smiled at the vision in white. Hillary turned to him with a smile of pure joy. He walked over to her and kissed her cheek.

"You look beautiful," he said.

She smiled and placed her hand on his rough cheek. "Thank you, El. You look very dashing in your suit."

Eliot glanced at the light grey suit and shrugged. He looked back at her and looked at everyone in the room.

"Would you ladies mind if I have a word with the bride?" Eliot asked.

"No, go right ahead," Sophie said. "We're outside if you need us."

Sophie shuffled the other four that helped Hillary get ready. Eliot glanced back at Hillary as she raised her brow at him.

"I think you did a good job picking someone, despite who he's related too." Eliot smirked.

"Eliot." Hillary gave him a look.

Eliot chuckled and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I wish the folks were here to see how happy you really are to find someone as good as McCoy."

Hillary looked up at him and kissed his cheek. She walked towards the window and reached for a small box. Her blue eyed gaze turned to Eliot as he became curious. She turned and opened the small box to reveal a pin. Eliot walked over and stared at the polished, gold pin.

"Is that…"

"Dad's pin, the same one Mom gave him before they got married." Hillary walked over to Eliot and placed the pin on his tie. "You promised me you'd always come back and you gave me this as a promise."

Eliot stared at the tie pin and took it off. "I don't need it anymore, Hill, you keep it."

"But, El, he left it to you." Hillary looked at him confused.

"And I'm giving it to you. Give it to your husband to keep the tradition going." Eliot placed the round pin with their father's initials engraved into it.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm going to miss having my big brother to watch over me."

"I'm going to always watch out for you, Hill, til the day I die," Eliot whispered and kissed her head. "Let's get you to the chapel before they think you got cold feet."

She nodded and kissed his cheek.

Grant cuffed his sleeves before slipping on the grey coat. He took a deep breath and looked in the mirror.

"Don't forget the ring," Sterling walked in.

"I got it in my pocket," Grant said turning to him.

Sterling looked at his nephew and smiled. He walked over and gave his shoulder a pat.

"My advice to you, Grant is to keep that girl happy." Sterling looked at him.

"I couldn't see myself doing anything else, but make her happy. I've loved her since the day she became my informant."

Sterling chuckled and gave a nod. "You do take after your dear mother. She loved your father the moment they met. Can't say it was the greatest pairing, but she did alright raising a boy like you."

"Partly raised," Grant said. "You didn't do so bad yourself as my God father."

"Well, since we're on that topic, I did put you on the right side of the law." Sterling smirked. "But you also are marrying a girl who thinks like we do. She's the perfect fit for this family."

Grant smirked and put out his hand. "I look forward to the many family get togethers with our family and hers."

Sterling shook his head. "We'll see how the in-law takes that one. Only in time. But I believe your bride to be will be arriving so let's get moving."

Eliot looked at Hillary as she stood behind her selected bride's maids. She fluffed her dress and turned to him with a smile. Her arm wrapped around his and kissed his cheek.

"This is it," Hillary said.

"This is it," Eliot remarked.

There was a certain sadness that filled Eliot's eyes. He was once again giving his sister up to a new life. It seemed like just yesterday that he was keeping her on the right path. She was all he had of their family. He swallowed a lump in his throat gave her hand a pat.

The doors opened and they watched as each bride's maid walked alone down the aisle. And the music started up and Eliot looked at Hillary.

"Ready?" Eliot asked.

Hillary nodded and Eliot walked her down the aisle to a new future. Hillary stared at her soon to be husband and his family. They were welcoming and over joyed to take her in as another member of their family. She turned to the new members of her family. A band of thieves that truly gave her the adventure of life she always wanted.

Eliot stopped and looked at the team that had welcomed his baby sister with open arms. He glanced over at Grant as he stared at Hillary with all the adoration in the world. The young FBI agent had promised that he would never let harm come to Hillary when she was his informant. Now he promised that he would always love and take care of her. Eliot gave a smile and looked at Hillary. His gaze glanced at Grant's family. It was going to be a test of true patience to put up with one member of his family in particular.

"Who gives this woman?" the vicar asked

"I do," Eliot said.

He turned to Hillary and lifted her veil. He kissed her cheek and smiled. Her eyes were soft as Eliot said he gave her away.

Grant walked down and shook Eliot's hand.

"Take care of her, McCoy or I'll come for you," Eliot said lowly.

"Quite a grip, Spencer. I got that the first time you mentioned that." Grant smiled.

Hillary looked at them and rolled her eyes.

Grant and Hillary walked to the rest of the way and the ceremony began.

The reception was full of joy and delight as two families congratulated one another. Hillary and Grant were toasted and wished the best of a happy life together.

"Well, Spencer I believe this will be a chance to start fresh," Sterling said. "Now, that Hillary is a part of the family and Grant is part of yours we all should just start over."

"Sterling, there is nothing that will erase the things you've done in the past to get ahead," Eliot looked at him.

"Still got to work on that issue with the past, Spencer." Sterling raised the champagne flute up. "You'll warm up eventually."

Eliot rolled his eyes and grabbed some champagne. He walked off to socialize with other guests that came. Sterling smirked and walked over to Coleen as she spoke to Elizabeth.

"You did a good job, Jim," Elizabeth said. "Grant is everything he wanted to be."

"I don't believe I have ever heard you say those words, Lizzy." Sterling smirked.

Sterling looked at his nephew and his wife as they danced together. He slipped his arm around Coleen's waist and kissed her cheek. She smiled and patted his cheek as her gaze glanced at the room full of happy guests.

"Oh, Jim, I do have to ask you, Olivia wants to come stay with me in London just for a month during the summer. Would that be alright?" Elizabeth asked.

"As much as I wish to say yes to her request, Lizzy, I think that time is not now." Sterling looked at his sister who had many troubles in her past.

"I think that would be a great idea, Jim," Coleen said. "We can all go."

"I knew I liked her better than that other tart you married," Elizabeth remarked.

"Lizzy." Sterling gave her a death stare.

Coleen smiled and grabbed his hand. "Let's have a dance, dearest."

When the bride and groom finally said their farewells to their guests and the last guests left the reception hall there was nothing more to do then clean up. The last musician packed up their instrument and followed the other members leaving an almost empty room.

Eliot swirled a shallow glass of whiskey and sighed. He tossed his coat over the barstool and glanced at the wall of mirrors that reflected the shelves of liquor.

"I find that weddings always had this bitter sweet feeling to them, especially at the end," Sophie's voice came up to where Eliot.

He turned and looked at her and pulled a stool out for her. She climbed up and sighed.

"She's in good hands, Eliot, I don't see Grant being a tyrant like Deville was." Sophie hoped that her words of encouragement.

"I know," Eliot answered.

He glanced over at Sophie and gave a weak smile. There was no doubt that he was happy for his baby sister, but it was the idea that he would see little of her.

"You aren't alone, Eliot, haven't your realized that yet?" Sophie asked. "You have people who actually care about you."

He sighed and stood up slipping his coat on. "Thanks for the pep talk, Soph."

"Anytime," Sophie looked at him.

"I'm going to head home and see everyone in the morning to build up the office again." Eliot smiled.

"Good night, Eliot," Sophie said.

Eliot gave a nod and headed out the reception hall. He walked out and took a deep breath. His gaze lifted towards the sky and he smiled. It was going to be an interesting new start.

Grand Hotel

"I was thinking Christmas we could come back to Boston," Coleen said as she walked out the bathroom. "Make sure that Grant and Hillary are settled in their new place."

Sterling looked over at her as she stood there. He shrugged a little. Coleen walked towards him and undid her silk robe before sliding into bed.

"What's on your mind, dearest?" she asked as she kissed him.

Sterling kissed her and sat the file down. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned her head on his chest.

"Nothing, but you, darling," Sterling said as he wrapped his arm around her.

She looked up at him and raised her gaze to meet his own. He kissed her nose and pushed her hair from her face.

"You're lying, Jim."

"Darling, I would never lie about thinking about you. What kind of man would I be if I didn't think of you?" Sterling smirked and kissed her passionately.

Coleen slightly pushed him away and he pulled her to him. "You aren't getting out of this one, Mr. Sterling."

Sterling reached over her and turned the light off. She reached back and turned the light on and he sighed.

"You have a way of killing a mood, darling." Sterling looked at her and she kissed his nose.

"I know, but when I want to know something I have pry a little." Coleen smiled.

Sterling sighed and leaned against the wall. She looked at him and lightly ran her hand through his hair.

"Something didn't add up about with this whole case." Sterling looked at her. "The number that we both were contacted by. It was a secure number, but who sent the text?"

Coleen stared at him.

"It was Higgins, remember."

"No, I checked his phone when Schmitt searched him. He was also contacted by the same number."

Coleen wrinkled her brow at the mystery. She shook her head looked away from him.

"Maybe it was an old code number." Coleen looked back at him. "It doesn't matter now, Chandler is dead and we're safe now."

Sterling sighed and nodded. "Hope we are."

Grant's phone rang as they were about to board the plane. He reached into his coat and lifted the sleek device. Hillary looked at him with question in her eyes.

"One second." Grant lifted the device to his ear.

"Agent McCoy, I believe you have something of mine," a deep voice remarked.

"Who is this?" Grant asked.

"The man who is about to make your living hell if you don't give me what I want."

Hillary looked at him and he shook his head.

"Let me give you a taste of what could happen if you don't give me what I want."

The plane they were about to get on blew up before them. Grant and Hillary were thrown back from the explosion.

"Have a good honeymoon, Agent McCoy, I look forward to getting what I want."

The signal was lost and Grant stared at the debris. There was fear that struck his eyes and he looked at Hillary as she stared at the plane.

"Who was that?" Hillary asked.

"Someone who means business." Grant looked at her.