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Eliot had only been sleeping about an hour before he received a text from Moreau.

I have a job for you Eliot. This will be the only thing that you will have to do to get the details to the auction tomorrow.

Eliot growled as he stared at the phone, deciding how to respond. Parker woke up silently and watched Eliot. Eliot glanced at her and she nodded her head while he responded back to Moreau.

Shoot. A messaged came a few seconds later.

Kill Pete Stanford. He will be in town the next few days.


"Moreau is giving me the details tomorrow." They crew was sitting in a park outside DC. They flew there, and are staying at one of their safe houses for the time being. Sophie stared up at him confused.

"You? Why is he going to give them to yo-" Eliot cut her off.

"I said we're in."

"Why is he giving you the details for?" Eliot snapped.

"We're in, just make the damned plan."

"Eliot worked with Moreau in the past. A lot. Tell them." Hardison sat down on the bench and watched as Nate walked up to Eliot.

"We've been chasing Moreau and you didn't tell us?"

"Because I was trying to pro-"

"Because you trying to what?" Nate stuffed his hands into his tux pocket.

"I was trying to find a way around this. I-" Nate cut him off.

"Because you're trying to what? Trying to protect him? Is that what your trying to do?"

"NO. IM PROTECTIN YOU! Last time I check, that's my job." Nate scoffed.

"Look. We can handle Moreau." Eliot crossed his arms.

"That's what you think Nate. Every single one of his men has innocent blood on their hands." Eliot shook his head gravely.

"Everyone of them." Eliot looked down to the ground.

"Everyone of them, are worse than me. You think ya know what I've done Nate? The worst thing I have ever done in my entire life, I did for Damien Moreau. And I, and I'll never be clean of that." Eliot kept his voice steady as he stared at Nate.

"Is it that time when you….." Parker trailed off.

"Yes Parker, it is, now don't ask me again because, if you ask me I'll tell you Parker." Eliot never looked at her when he answered her.

"We know you have a past Eliot, but you don't have to share it with us, but we need to be straight with each other." Sophie explained softly. Nate studied Eliot a bit more before speaking.

"So Moreau said he was going to give you the details tomorrow. Why tomorrow?"

"Because…. He wants me to do something for him first." Nate nodded his head.

"I bet he does. What?" Eliot clenched his fists slightly.

"Kill Pete Stanford." Sophie scoffed.

"Kill Stanford? That's impossible; he's one of the most wanted criminals in DC. Plus Eliot isn't that man anymore." Nate shook his head.

"He might have to be." Sophie gawked at Nate, shock on her face.

"To get us in."


Damien texted the details to the auction to Eliot and smirked. He glanced at Matthew with a smug look on his face. On the other side of town, a couple just drove up to a warehouse.

"Eliot, is it me, or is it kind of off that they are holding an auction in a war-" Realization dawned on Eliot as he grabbed Parker and rushed back to the car. An explosion rang through their senses, and Parker glanced at Eliot with a knowing look on her face and nodded her head. The two drove off in Eliot's '66 Mustang.

"He's probably goin' to the airport, thinkin' that we wouldn't survive. Well he just messed with the wrong people to try and blow up." Eliot growled, and stomped on the gas, speeding down the highway. They were heading to Moreau's safe house, only a select few people know where it is, Eliot included. They arrived at the safe house within minutes, only to find it empty, with a note on the table.

Well Eliot, Parker, Good job. Too bad you're too late if you're reading this. You won't find me where I'm heading, and if you try to have your hacker track me, I will make your life a living hell. Oh, by the way have fun trying to get Lizzie back. You're Friend, Damien.

Eliot's face paled as he dropped the note, and glanced at Parker.

"No, he can't have her. It's impossible." Parker whispered, not believing what was written on the note. Parker took her phone and dialed a number, and let it ring for a few times.

"Where's Lizzie Emma, alright. Let me talk to her." A few moments later, a high pitched, eight year old voice rang through the air, and Parker and Eliot sighed in relief.

"Honey, I need you to do something for momma, alright?"

"Do you remember the birthday present Uncle Hardison got you? Yea, the thing that looks like an ear bud, I need you to put that in and put your hair down, yes like the way I showed you. Can you do that for me hon?" Eliot said, relief flooding through him.

"Alright I'm done Papa," Lizzie said confused.

"Can you hand the phone back to your Auntie Em's? I need to tell her something important. Can you do that darlin'?"

"Eliot, what's happening." Eliot growled into the phone.

"He tried to blow Me and Parker up. We went to the safe house he had here, there was a note. He's headed there, and he plans to take Lizzie." Emma gasped and nearly dropped the phone.

"Want me to take her there," Eliot groaned his head in frustration, but nodded his head.

"Yea, take her there, keep her safe. I know you hated being a hitter Ems, but you know I can't lose her. Not after what happened with Mary Beth. I just can't. It would kill me."

"I'll get back with you in a few hours." Eliot snapped his phone shut and glanced at Parker.

"Since we can't have Hardison track em, should we hire him?" Eliot shrugged.

"Hardison would kill us though."

"So? We need someone that he won't realize is working for us. He wouldn't expect him at all."

"Alright. I won't tell Hardison though. You are. He hates him." Eliot nodded his head, and had a grim look on his face. Time to call up Chaos and ask him for a favor. Hardisons most hated rival.


Whew! Slow getting this out. Been super busy and havin to go to the eye doctor a couple times a week from like 3-630 . NOT COOL BRO. Not cool at all. A twist hmm…..