"Okay, Sophie and I are gonna head over to Jordanson's office later this afternoon to continue our meeting from the previous night. This way he had time to call his partners and-" Nate paused, watching Skye move away from Eliot when the Hitter stood next to her instead of taking a seat at the long table. He felt the tension and knew the others felt it too. Not to mention it was distracting to watch Skye shift constantly and move away from Eliot every time he tried going near her. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Eliot and Skye's voiced in union, taking a small glance at each other afterwards before looking at Nate from separate ends of the table. Skye made a circling motion with her hand since the other was holding a cup of coffee. "Continue."

Nate sighed before moving around the table to sit beside Sophie and Parker with them on either side of him. "Hardison."

"Alright. That fifteen mil that went missing? Well it went into an account called Puerta del Cielo. It does look like he's giving someone money because there's more than fifteen mil in that Puera dol whatever."

"Puerta del Cielo. Mean's Heaven's Gate." Skye said quietly, she felt frozen inside.

Sophie eyed Skye curiously. "What's wrong?"

"Puerta del Cielo is my father's old account. He made it before he moved here to the U.S from Spain." Skye said quietly. "Lisa and I emptied that account after his death. But it could just be coincidence that someone else made that account. Though he was familiar with the Spanish mobs over there, probably why he moved here." She leaned closer to Hardison to look at his laptop. "Can you tell where this account is?"

"Well it is made from a U.S bank." Hardison nodded before looking at Parker when she leaned to look also.

"So there's a possibility that the owner of the account is Spanish." Eliot spoke up and watched Skye shrug.

"Heaven's Gate. That falls under the death stuff." Parker looked at the team, looking from left to right.

"Okay, this is a bit confusing. Quarantine, a company that finds cures to deadly diseases, gives fifteen million dollars away and is placed into an account name similar to the one my father had. My father's been dead for two years, so he couldn't have anything to do with this." Skye closed her eyes as a headache began to grow at her temple.

"Okay, if it is money laundering. Where is Lance getting the dirty money from?" Sophie inquired, moving her eyes to Nate who seemed deep in thought.

"Maybe it's not money laundering. Maybe it's a sort of trade. Lance gives a certain percentage of how much the company makes to his partners and they give him something in return to repay the debt." Nate looked at Skye when she cleared her throat.

"Eliot gave the assumption that Lance may be releasing a deadly disease. Probably something that could wipe out the state. Bubonic Plague for example. Does that tie in with him sending fifteen mil into a separate account that's called Heaven's Gate?" Skye pointed out.

"Well we need him to confess that those are tied together, but how are they tied together is beyond me." Sophie shrugged and looked over at Hardison with a hand in the air and his face close to the computer screen.

"Hey guys. I just took another look at Jordanson's schedule. This Saturday, Quarantine is holding a celebration for finding a cure for Pneumonic plague." Hardison's voice faltered knowing well that pneumonic plague was a very deadly disease. Even with treatment it reduces the chance of death by fifty percent.

"That's in five days." Skye looked at Hardison before looking at the full team in front of her.

"Hardison, I want you to look through all those files. See who owns that account, find out where that money is going. Sophie and I have to get ready to leave and Skye." Nate looked over at Skye. "I want you to relax. Eliot, keep an eye on her cause I don't trust her that she wont run off." Nate stood up from his stool before looking at the clock.

"This is almost like that job with the super wheat." Hardison muttered as he let started reading the files that he copied from Jordanson's computer.

Skye looked away from everyone and made her way into the small seating area close to the kitchen. She placed her warm cup of coffee on the table as she sat on the couch before covering her face with her hands. She let herself get lost in her thoughts, trying to figure out the problem laid out before them. Them. She shook her head as she closed her eyes. She wasn't one of them and Nate seemed reluctant to bring her in on this mission. She wouldn't become part of the team, she wouldn't let herself no matter how well she and Parker got along. No matter how well her and Sophie's interests were. Lisa popped into her mind and memories of their crimes poured into her soul. Lisa calling her an adrenaline junkie and the thrill of the chase always got to her. Lisa was her team. Was.

"Hey."

Skye looked up at the sound of Eliot's voice pulled her away from her thoughts. She didn't even hear him walk over and know he was crouching in front of her. What she saw in his eyes pulled at her heart and a part of her longed for that. Longed to feel she wasn't alone. "Hey." Her voice was just above a whisper and it was raspy. She cleared her throat, trying to hide the smile when she heard herself squeak but saw Eliot didn't try to hide the amusement.

"So, are we just going to keep on doing this? Or, you just going to keep on pulling away?" Eliot asked and watched her look away. It gave him a moment to look over her ragged form. A white tank top under a sweater she wore which showed off her right shoulder. Faded jeans that were torn at the hem and brown hiking boots similar to his. There were shadows under her eyes but she had hidden them from wearing sunglasses on the way to Nate's condo. "Skye."

Skye let her eyes glaze at Eliot before reaching past him, her chin almost resting against his shoulder as she grabbed her coffee. She turned her head to look into his eyes. "What do you think?" She whispered as she began to pull away but couldn't when Eliot's hand rested on her shoulder. "Eliot?"

"I know exactly what you're going through." Eliot growled a bit too harshly then intended. He looked over her face, taking in the bright, pale blue eyes, her lips, the way her hair moved. He saw she didn't believe him and sighed. "I'm through the same thing, Skye." He said quietly as he looked back into her eyes. "I don't want to let you in but can't help but want to. I don't want you to let me in but I can't help but want to be in. These past few days have been rough, I know. I see the pain, the loneliness." He brushed her hair aside with his other hand. "You are not alone." He said and his shoulders slumped when he saw tears brimming her eyes. "Does Lisa want you to mourn over her life forever? Or would she want you to move on and be happy? If she's like Parker, then I can assume Lisa was always wanting you to be happy." He brushed a fallen tear away and closed his eyes when Skye rested her forehead on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

Parker watched intently and looked at Hardison. "You know that tension that has been suffocating all of us these few day?" She asked, being blunt as usual but that's how she always was. When she watched Hardison give her an odd look but nod. "Well I think it went away." She said quietly as she pointed to Skye and Eliot.

"And here I was thinking they should just beat the crap out of each other or beat up someone to let out all that emotion." Hardison shook his head. He knew what Parker was talking about. There was always an odd tension between Skye and Eliot, even though he found it quite odd since Eliot could very easily pick up a girl in a moment of seconds. He figured it was just Skye since she had just lost her sister last week, but then it could have been Eliot. But the tension was distracting some of them, but now the tension was fading. "Wondering what they're talking about." He mused.

"I can go check." Parker offered, standing but stopped when Hardison grabbed her arm without looking up from his laptop.

"I don't think that's such a good idea. Maybe it's better if they decide to tell us." Hardison glanced at Parker before reading the file he was currently on.

Parker pouted, curiosity spiking within her system and forced herself to sit instead of going off to find out what Eliot and Skye were talking about.

Eliot shifted and looked at Skye when she lifted her head from his shoulder. Her eyes were rimmed with redness from the tears and he brushed his thumbs across her cheeks to dry the already fallen tears. "Let me take you out. Nate wants us to relax and you do not relaxed." He arched an eyebrow at her surprise.

"Now?" Skye sniffed, looking up when Eliot stood and took her hands.

"Yep, come on." Eliot insisted as he pulled her up to her feet, half expecting that she'd probably bump into him when he pulled her up but didn't expect her to fall back down. "Okay I did not pull you up that hard." He laughed.

"Well I sure as hell didn't purposely stand up. Look at how close your standing, I mean, jeeze." Skye rolled her eyes before making a shooing motion with her hands. "Move." She muttered a curse under her breath when he grabbed her hands and pulled her up again but she knew she wasn't going to fall but apparently he didn't since he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. "You'd think we'd learn the first time." She rolled her eyes and gave a wave to Parker when she noticed the blonde thief was watching curiously.

"Didn't want you to fall back down again." Eliot looked over his shoulder to look at who Skye was waving to.

"I wasn't going to fall. I had found my footing. The first time, my toes were the only thing keeping me grounded and I lost balance when I bumped into you." Skye looked up at Eliot as she placed her hands on his chest. "Okay, so let me ask you this now. How the hell are we going to move."

"Oh I have an idea." Eliot smirked and before Skye could react, he unwrapped one arm from her waist and reached down, slipping his arm down the back of her knees and lifted. He stood, cradling her in his arms and he smiled at the surprise expression on her face.

Skye looked around and tensed up. "Drop me, and I will kill you." She looked up at Eliot and felt him turn away from the couch and lower her down to the ground.

"Hardison, Skye and I are leaving. Give us a ring if you want anything." Eliot shouted over to Hardison.

"How about some lunch?" The hacker inquired as he turned around to look at the two, tension just about disappeared. He gave the two a wave as he watched them walk out the door then looked at Parker. "Why don't you help me read these things." He threw the image of some of the files onto the six screens so Parker would help read.

"Eliot! I think he's done. Wait! Oh, ouch." Skye took a step back as another man fell at her feet. She watched Eliot do what he does best at, beating heads. There was a flurry of punches and Skye cringed from the damage the other man was receiving from Eliot. She recognized some of the arm locks that broke or dislocated the arm at the right pressure and seeing someone besides herself do it swiftly, really amazed her. Course, before the fight broke out, Eliot kept Skye from joining in the on the fight like the usual gentleman. However when Skye spotted a man come up behind Eliot she couldn't keep herself from just standing by. With a swift movement, she did a roundhouse kick behind the man's knees, making him fall to one knee and she planted her other foot between his shoulders making him collapse onto the asphalt. She reached passed Eliot, grabbing onto the man's shirt and giving him a hurtful head butt. She watched as another man ran up to them but she sidestepped closer to Eliot and held out her arm in a clothesline. Adrenaline rushed through her and she shifted between her feet eagerly and saw Eliot's somewhat surprise expression when he saw the fallen man behind him. "Couldn't let you have all the fun." She said cheerfully.

"Come on." Eliot gruffly pushed her in the direction of his truck and she climbed in after moving the pizza box into the back seat.

"Go go." Skye glanced behind her when Eliot climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. She saw a group of guys heading in their direction, but Eliot was already pulling out of the parking space and weaving through the parking lot before heading onto the surface road. Her eyes went over to Eliot and saw a bruise forming just under his eye and split lip.

"I thought I told you to stay put." Eliot glanced at her.

"You did." Skye pointed out, peeking into the pizza box.

"I could have handled it." Eliot slowed to a stop light and leaned back in his seat comfortable.

"I know." Skye shrugged and looked over at Eliot.

"You have a reputation to withhold." Eliot rolled his shoulders before gently touching his lip.

"My reputation is to beat the crap out of guys who touch me. That man at Veiled Sins wasn't the first man I bashed heads with when he didn't like it when I said no to him about touching me." Skye pointed a finger at him before pointing to the light. "Go."

The two were still bickering about Skye joining in on the fight when they came into Nate's apartment. "You may be used to fighting for others but you don't have to fight for me Eliot." Skye snapped, turning to look at him when he put the pizza box on the kitchen counter.

"You guys got into a fight?" Nate asked, watching the two not seeing what Hardison and Parker told him earlier when the tension had left just about completely.

"Oh hey Nate. Yeah, a group of Italians came up and Eliot basically went berserker on them. I helped him out a bit, we left before the rest could get to us." Skye turned to wave at Nate before freezing and looking at the time. "Short meeting, how was it?"

"Italians?" Nate looked at the two, seeing Eliot was beaten up more than Skye.

"Yeah. I told her to not get involved but."

"Oh shut up. I couldn't let you have all the fun." Skye interupted popping another piece of cookie dough in her mouth. "Pizza's here, by the way." Skye added and watched Hardison and Parker rush at the kitchen counter. "So, how'd the meeting go?" Skye managed to dodge the two and wander over to Nate.

"Well, he contacted his partner and it seems they want to meet us." Nate watched Skye sit down next to him. "But he is hooked, it's just the tiny details he wants to go over with Alejandro Marrero." Nate watched Skye freeze beside him and her eyes widened as if going into shock. "Skye?"

"Marrero?" Skye looked at Nate before closing her eyes. "Shit." She let out a slow breath. "Alejandro Marrero is the man my aunt married. They divorced a long while ago, 'bout like ten years ago. He's like your average arms dealer, except he specializes in making odd devices. That's probably where that fifteen mil went to. Jordanson gave Marrero that money to make something for him." Skye looked at Nate before looking down at her forgotten cookie dough then arched an eyebrow when Parker bravely took a piece.

"Alright well, that changes plans. Eliot I'm gonna need you to come with me and Soph tomorrow. Skye I want you to stay with Hardison and Parker. Please." Nate raised a hand and placed it on the top of her head. "Marrero may remember you and I don't want you to blow the cover."

"The first time I saw him, I was ten." Skye retorted and moved the cookie dough away from Parker, yet it didn't stop Parker from trying. "He wont recognize me."

"What about Veiled Sins. He may see you as Luna." Nate tilted his head as she shook her head.

"He lives over in Spain. The only time he comes on U.S land is for business, and even then he doesn't come to a strip club." Skye looked at Parker when the blonde reached around to grab the cup.

"You sure know a lot about him." Nate raised his brows when she frowned.

"I'm nosey." Skye simply stated before rolling her eyes. "If you want some, just ask Parker. Stop reaching around because you are not going to win, I assure you of that." She looked at Parker squarely and found the thief smiling.

"She's like Eliot." Parker said, her smile acknowledging the dare that was written on Skye's features.

Skye shook her head before getting up. "I have to make some phone calls anyways. I need to set up the funeral." She muttered as she pulled her phone out of her front pocket.

Parker watched Skye walk off before feeling Nate's gaze. "What? She does."