Nate was with the client, David Weibe, at one of the tables in the bar. He had stitches and strips over his face from getting punched in the face. He explained what happened. Apparently, he approached Vector about his accounts, saying he had been wiped out. Vector also realized he called the S.E.C and then beat him up.
"I got a broken orbital bone and 17 stitches over my eye from my hero." Weibe explained, still upset about the attack.
"What did the, uh, police say?" Nate asked.
"No witness, no crime. Oh, they said, "He's rich, so sue him." Of course, you need money for that." Weibe said.
"What about the S.E.C?" Nate asked.
"The S.E.C dismissed my complaint. It turns out that Mark Vector - he cut some kind of deal with the government. I mean, what's going on?" Weibe said, frustrated.
"Well, in exchange for his testimony, he gets immunity for his past crimes." Nate explained.
"So, this guy spent my life savings on worthless stock, and then he - he nearly killed me, a-and he's just gonna do it all over again?" Weibe questioned.
"Yeah, well, he's not gonna do it again. All right? He can run from the law. He's not gonna run from me. We're gonna make sure that this never happens again to anyone." Nate assured the client.
He sighed in relief. "Well, thank you, Mr. Ford." Weibe said.
He went to shake his hand.
"Thank you." Weibe said.
"All right." Nate said.
Nate was about to take a sip of his coffee when he heard a voice.
"I think it's cute, your little crusade - how you need to right a wrong before you get a job done." The Italian woman said.
"My job is -" Nate said when The Italian cut him off.
"Your job is to bring me Moreau. I gave you six months. You are running out of time." The Italian said.
"I'm being thorough." Nate said. He slid a file down to The Italian.
"And besides, I found him." Nate said.
"Vector's connected to Moreau, isn't he?" Nate questioned.
"We think so." The Italian said.
"Listen, the reason I asked you to come down here today was to tell me anything I might need to know about Vector's deal with the Feds." Nate explained.
"Vector's slate is wiped clean after he testifies. Yours is wiped clean after you bring me Moreau. Does that clarify things?" The Italian explained.
She went to leave.
"And if I need help?" Nate asked.
The Italian looked back.
"Then you're not the man I thought you were. Ciao." The Italian left.
Nate finished his coffee and went upstairs to join the team all sitting at the table.
"Okay. Let's run it." Nate ordered, sitting on the right side of the table next to Sophie.
The team just kind of stood awkwardly.
"What?" Nate questioned.
"We know you just came back from seeing your little Italian friend." Sophie said.
"That we don't get to see." Hardison added.
"Or maybe she's his little imaginary Italian friend, hmm, like Pinocchio?" Parker suggested.
"How old are you?" Eliot asked Parker.
Parker just looked at Eliot before Sophie spoke up.
"The thing is, why do you insist on keeping us all in the dark about her?" Sophie asked Nate.
"We're taking down Damien Moreau. This is a guy who moves money for arms dealers, drug kingpins, terrorists. Pretty worthy goal, yes? We'd all agree. Now the fact that we don't have a choice in the matter I can barely stomach, so if we could just focus on our client and the guy who took his life savings, it'd be a good start. Now, run it." Nate said.
Hardison pulled up the briefing.
"Meet Mark Vector. His pro highlights - 6 assists, 2 goals, 3,000 minutes in the penalty box." Hardison explained, having Vector's old hockey photo up.
"Yeah, I've got some tape on this guy. He can fight." Eliot said.
"You watch hockey fights alone at night in your room?" Sophie questioned Eliot.
"Yeah. You never know if you're gonna have to fight a guy on ice." Eliot said, like it wasn't a big deal, causing Kaira to smile as she took a sip of coffee as Hardison cleared his throat.
"Just saying. Now, after his pro days, he turned his attention to the market, where he made a fortune picking stocks." Hardison explained.
"That's the myth. What's - what's the truth?" Nate asked.
"Truth is, he's a huckster. He built an investment firm preying on his former hockey fans, like our client. Then, he started laundering money for underworld figures he met during his career." Hardison continued.
"Lucky for him, a Boston grand jury is about to indict some of his mob clients for money laundering, which makes Vector a very important witness." Nate explained.
"So, what does Vector have on Moreau?" Sophie asked.
"I don't know. So our job is to find that out before he testifies and gets immunity, which is happening tomorrow." Nate said.
"And let's not forget, we also have to get our client his money back." Parker pointed out.
"Well, look. I got Vector coming in at 5:00 on Vista Atlantic, flight 441. He's gonna be met by an FBI handler." Hardison explained.
"Part one of the plan - meet him first." Nate said.
At the Airport
The team got ready. Parker, Nate, and Kaira went to the airport, and Parker was dressed like she came from a business flight. They started walking down the steps to get to the gate where Vector was coming from.
"I still don't know why Sophie or Kaira's not doing this part of the con." Parker said.
"Well, the con requires a carrot and a stick. I need Sophie to be the stick." Nate said.
"And I'm running interference." Kaira added.
"Well, remember that time I was the carrot and I stabbed somebody?" Parker questioned.
"Yeah." Kaira said.
"I do, yeah. No, you can handle it, especially the second part." Nate said.
"Well, yeah, the second part I can do in my sleep, literally." Parker said.
"Hey." Nate pointed to a man in the crowd.
"All right, look who the FBI assigned to pick up Vector." Nate said.
They spotted Agent McSweeten.
"If it isn't Agent McSweetheart himself." Kaira chuckled.
"He knows me." Parker went to hide behind Nate.
"Well, he knows you as a fellow FBI agent." Nate said.
"What are we gonna do?" Parker asked.
"Nathan, do you have the number of his field office?" Kaira asked, knowing a plan.
"Yeah, I do. We're gonna clear him right now." Nate said.
Parker stayed behind Nate as he called the field office.
"Uh, yeah, hey. Uh, this is Mark Vector. Uh, listen, my flight just got in, and, uh, someone was supposed to meet me here. And, uh." Nate chuckled. "Uh, flight 441, gate 31. Got in a half-hour ago. Listen, if no one's here in five minutes, I-I'm out of here." Nate hung up the phone.
"Hardison changed the arrival gate, so we should be good." Kaira said.
They watched McSweeten run to Gate 31.
Back to the briefing
"So, if Vector has an immunity agreement with the government, why on Earth would he speak to us?" Sophie asked.
"Well, he'd have to think that's he's in such big trouble for something that his immunity agreement was worthless. And he'd have to make a new deal." Nate said.
"And have to give up Moreau to get it." Sophie said.
"That's a lot of trouble we've got to come up with." Kaira pointed out.
"Well, what are his weaknesses, besides busting up the power play?" Eliot asked.
"He's got two big ones." Hardison pulled up an arrest record. "He's got a violent temper, and he likes to party. Talking bar fights, D.U.I's, you name it." Hardison explained.
"All right, so, when his partying gets him into hot water, who does he call?" Nate asked.
"Ghostbusters!" Parker exclaimed, causing Kaira to burst out laughing.
"Wow. Again?" Eliot said, annoyed with Parker.
"Parker." Nate warned.
"He calls Daniel Firestone." Hardison pulled up his image and looked at Parker. "He's Boston's finest fixer-lawyer." Hardison said.
"Part two of the plan - Sophie, steal his lawyer." Nate said.
At the courthouse
Sophie caught Firestone just as he got to court, offered him a ticket to Japan to help her, and recorded their interaction.
Back at the Briefing
"Now, that'd get me what I need, but how do we get Vector so panicked that he's forced to call Firestone?" Hardison questioned.
"He likes to party. Let's throw him a party." Nate said.
At the airport
Nate, Parker, and Kaira saw someone bump into Vector.
"There he is." Nate said.
"You're up." Nate said.
Parker was hesitant to go.
"You okay?" Kaira asked her.
"Mm-hmm." Parker hummed, saying she was good, and smiled nervously.
"Repeat after me - don't stab." Nate said.
"Don't stab." Parker repeated, chuckling.
The trio kept repeating "don't stab" as Parker walked up to Vector. Parker looked at Vector's luggage bag.
"I think you grabbed my bag off the carousel." Parker said.
"Uh, yeah. No, I don't think so." Vector said.
"Oh. God. I can't believe it. They lost my luggage." Parker said, getting out her phone.
"That's no problem. Where you headed?" Vector asked Parker.
"Uh, North Side. I just got off the worst flight from Detroit." Parker chuckled.
"Hey, you look familiar. Do I know you?" Parker asked Vector.
"I'm pretty sure I'd remember you. I used to play a little hockey." Vector said.
Parker gasped, acting like she remembered who Vector was.
"Oh, my gosh, you're Mark Vector! Oh! I went to a game once where you hit a guy so hard, you cracked his helmet in half." Parker exclaimed, stroking his ego.
"Ah, yes, Marty Levesque." Vector said.
Parker laughed.
"What can I say? Guy takes a cheap shot at me, I see red. You, uh - you want to grab a drink?" Vector flirted a bit.
"Yeah. After that flight, I think I need one. I know a great bar. It's right by my place." Parker said as she walked with Vector.
"Oh, yeah? How convenient." Vector said.
By this point, Nate and Kaira were sitting in a cafe, watching Parker and Vector leave.
"Good work. Now comes the tricky part." Nate said.
"You're doing amazing, Parker." Karia complimented Parker as they left.
Later that night at McRory's Bar
Parker and Vector flirted throughout the night as Kaira acted as the bartender. She kept giving Vector drinks to get him drunk and also buttering him up for Parker, who noticed his phone background and wasn't really drinking. Sophie was up in the office, hearing how it was playing out between them.
"Parker, you're trying to seduce the guy. Remember your persona is sexy tomboy. Just - just do it like we practiced." Sophie said.
Kaira was by the taps, getting beer for the other patrons that were there.
"Parker, remember, imagine me flirting with Eliot, but keep it more subtle." Kaira whispered.
"Just - I don't know - punch the guy in the arm." Sophie suggested.
Parker took a shot and did just that. Kaira was about to tell Parker off, but Vector seemed to like it, convinced Parker was just flirting with him. Sophie switched the screen over to look like an aquarium and Nate cleaned out his room to make it look like Parkers and drugging a whiskey glass. Kaira continued watching Parker and Vector flirting. It was a moment before Sophie spoke.
"Everything set up there?" Sophie asked Nate as he went down the steps.
"Yeah. Let's clear out. Parker, mi casa es su casa." Nate said as Sophie and he left.
Parker and Vector laughed and then Parker stood up and went behind Vector.
"You know how I said my apartment was near the bar?" Parker told Vector quietly.
"Yeah." Vector whispered.
"It's actually upstairs from the bar." Parker revealed.
Parker and Vector left to go upstairs. Parker and Vector had drinks and the drugged glass was given to Vector, knocking him out. Kaira was soon behind and heard Vector falling on the bed. She went in and helped Parker with her makeup to make it seem as she was dead, making her face blue.
In the morning
They waited until the morning. Eliot and Hardison were in the van, making it seem as if Firestone was answering Vector's panicked phonecall. Though, mostly it was Eliot and Hardison fighting over the controls. Once Vector hung up, Eliot went on comms.
"All right, Nate, the guy in bed with the dead hooker con is up and running." Eliot said.
"Hey, man, it's called the Vegas Wake-Up Call." Hardison argued.
"No, it's not, all right? In The Vegas Wake-up call, the boyfriend shows up." Eliot argued.
"No, he doesn't." Hardison argued.
"Yes, he does!" Eliot argued.
Nate, Sophie, and Kaira were sitting at a table in the bar, which was closed for the moment.
"Oh, just shut up, both of you." Kaira scolded both of the boys.
"Uh, let's go over this one more time. Now, getting Vector to think he's in trouble is just the beginning. I need to get him to trust me as his lawyer, which means, I need to get him to confess." Nate explained.
"Then I go in as the prosecutor and offer him a new immunity deal in exchange for what he knows about Moreau." Sophie added.
"Now, in order for Sophie to be able to do that, she is gonna need the original immunity agreement with Vector's signature on it. She's gonna need to hold it in her hands, be able to quote from it, rub his nose in it." Nate said.
"That's your job, boys." Kaira said.
Hardison and Eliot got the message, turning around and placing their caps in the right direction.
"So... it's the lawyer, the prosecutor, the deal, and the dead girl in the bed." Sophie said.
Kaira smiled.
"It's the Cuban Sandwich." Kaira said, getting a smile from Sophie and Nate, confirming her choice.
It took a bit, but Hardison and Eliot made it to the courthouse.
"Nate, we're on our way to the courthouse." Eliot reported in, walking with Hardison.
"Check it out. The cop aliases I created are so foolproof, I was able to get an official squad car from the Boston P.D." Hardison explained, going to the passenger side of the cop car, Eliot on the driver's side.
"8017, Baby." Hardison said, proud of himself.
"Maybe next time, you can get us a fire truck." Eliot said sarcastically before scowling at Hardison.
"Really? Just rude like that, huh, really?" Hardison wasn't pleased.
"In the car." Eliot ordered Hardison as they got in.
Meanwhile, Sophie, Nate, and Kaira were sitting at a booth, letting Vector panic some more. "Well, he's in a panic waiting for his lawyer. Shouldn't you be getting up there?" Sophie questioned Nate.
"Nah, a little time will soften him up. I learned that from you." Nate looked at Sophie, flirting a tad.
Sophie and Nate chuckled as Kaira just sat awkwardly.
"This reminds me of old times. You know, you on one side, me on the other." Sophie said, smiling a tad. Nate chuckled.
"Yeah, I actually prefer us on the same side." Nate said.
Kaira moved to let Nate out of the seat, and Sophie got out of the booth and Kaira sat back down.
"Are you worried?" Sophie asked Nate.
"About you? Never." Nate said, getting on his jacket.
"All right, then. Go get him." Sophie said, fixing Nate's suit.
Kaira cleared her throat and handed the briefcase to Nate. He left and Sophie sat back down across from Kaira. Kaira chuckled and Sophie looked at her.
"What?" Sophie questioned.
"You know, Sophie, you're more important to this team than you realize." Kaira said.
"So are you." Sophie said.
"Thank you, but when any of us have problems, it's you we go to. You keep Nate in line, and you keep him from going over the edge. You are our touchstone." Kaira looked at Sophie.
"What's a touchstone?" Sophie asked.
Kaira chuckled.
"It's a metaphor. A touchstone is someone who grounds you. Someone who helps pick up the pieces after you've broken down. You're all of our touchstones." Kaira explained, smiling at Sophie.
Sophie smiled back.
"I think we are each other's touchstones." Sophie said.
Kaira chuckled, realizing Sophie was right.
"Yeah." Kaira said quietly.
Meanwhile, Eliot and Hardison were at the courthouse, walking in to get the immunity agreement for Sophie.
"The agreement's in there with the grand jury. There's probably 50-some-odd people in there, man. How do you suggest we get it out?" Eliot asked.
"What don't you get about foolproof?" Hardison said quietly to Eliot as they approached a female guard at the entrance to the courtroom.
"Hey, how you doing?" Eliot said to the woman.
"Hey, hey, excuse me. Would you mind going in there and telling Prosecutor LaPointe that Officer Farber is out here to speak to her about Mark Vector?" Hardison asked the woman.
"Sure thing." The woman said, leaving.
"Officer who? Who?" Eliot questioned Hardison.
The prosecutor came out.
"Is Vector here?" She asked them.
"N-no. No, we couldn't bring him. They said we needed to get a subpoena first." Hardison said.
"Subpoena." Eliot reiterated.
"Who told you that? That is not true." LaPointe said, not happy.
"It was, uh, Perry, our desk sergeant, that said, uh, thing about the special case. We needed some more files more something. Y-you know what he said." Hardison turned to Eliot for backup.
"He said, uh... 10B-6 or 10B-7." Eliot tried to help.
"No. He said the allergies-" Hardison brushed off.
Then Hardison and Eliot started arguing, and LaPointe just shoved the file to Hardison.
"Here, just take the whole file! Make whatever copies you need, and get Vector down here now!" LaPointe exclaimed.
She walked away.
"Yes, ma'am." Eliot said.
They turned around to leave, not happy with each other when LaPointe got their attention.
"Hey, you two. Wait." LaPointe called to them.
"See?" Eliot said quietly, not happy as they turned around.
"I've got a witness who just got off the stand who needs to go back to county lockup." LaPointe said.
"Like, a-a grand jury witness? That's a prisoner that you want us to take back to jail?" Hardison questioned as Eliot just shook his head no, trying to not get Hardison in trouble.
"It's right by your precinct. I'll send him out." LaPointe said as she went to get the witness.
"I got stuff to do today. My - it's my mama birthday. I..." Hardison tried to decline.
Eliot patted Hardison on the chest.
"Good job, man. Damn it, Hardison!" Eliot growled.
"Shut up, man." Hardison told Eliot off.
"What are we gonna do with another guy with us, man?" Eliot asked Hardison.
"We the police. Shut up, shut up. We the police." Hardison said, leaving with Eliot to meet the witness.
Back at the office, Nate knocked on the door.
"Yeah." Vector said.
"It's Adam Greaves." Nate introduced himself and Vector opened the door.
"Mr. Greaves, thank god you're here. Listen, this is not my fault. All right? I got no idea what happened." Vector said, freaking out and relieved.
"Where's the girl?" Nate asked.
"She's upstairs." Vector said.
They went upstairs. Nate put on some gloves as Vector just stood at the foot of the bed.
"It's bad, isn't it?" Vector asked Nate.
"Well, it's your DNA that's underneath her fingernails. Yes, it does look pretty bad." Nate said as he grabbed Parker's hand and looked at her fingernails, then dropped her hand.
"Yeah, and I counted three surveillance cameras, which I am sure have footage of you accompanying this woman into this apartment." Nate pointed out.
"But I-I didn't do anything." Vector defended himself.
"And your witness to that is, where, under the bed? Come on, you got enough evidence here to convict you of first-degree manslaughter. Now, who is she?" Nate said, grabbing her wallet.
Vector showed he didn't know.
"Let's start there." Nate looked at Vector.
"I don't know. I met her in the airport!" Vector exclaimed, not knowing what else to say.
"Yeah, well, you're gonna tell me everything you and "Alice White" did last night. Now, go clean yourself up." Nate said. Vector stood there anxious.
"Come on!" Nate exclaimed.
"Yeah." Vector left.
Meanwhile, back at the cop car, Eliot and Hardison's witness that needed transporting was in the back and of course, Eliot and Hardison were fighting.
"Foolproof cop aliases?!" Eliot yelled at Hardison.
"Somebody said they were getting me some water." The witness said.
"Look, man, who got us the car? Who got us the Vector file? Who?" Hardison questioned Eliot.
"Where is my water, man?" The witness asked again.
"You do this every time, man! You take it too far!" Eliot exclaimed.
"You're always complaining, man! It's a little detour!" Hardison argued.
"Could somebody turn on the A.C?" The witness asked, the poor guy was scared.
"Shut up!" Both Eliot and Hardison yelled at him.
Kaira was at the booth, and Sophie was at the window, listening to everything.
"Hardison, last time you took it too far, we wound up getting kidnapped, and I had to keep you from running your mouth and getting us killed! Oh, and Eliot had to save our asses." Kaira said.
"Seriously, Kaira? We had it under control." Hardison tried to argue.
"No, you didn't. I was fine and would have gotten us out if you hadn't taken our covers too far!" Kaira argued with Hardison.
"Woman-" Hardison was about to argue with Kaira.
"No, don't "woman" me. Just do your damn job." Kaira said.
We got up to grab a drink and to open the bar and saw Sophie looking at the window.
"Oops. We have company." Sophie said.
Kaira walked up to her at the window.
"What now?" Kaira asked, and saw the problem.
"An old friend." Sophie said as Nate, Kaira, and Sophie saw McSweeten crossing the road.
"Uh oh." Kaira said, knowing this wasn't good.
"Yeah, he must have tracked the cab using traffic cameras." Nate said.
"What are we gonna do, Nate?" Sophie asked, sitting down nearby.
"We're not ready to close Vector yet. Okay. Well, we could use McSweeten to our advantage. Uh, we got to have someone on his hip. Someone - someone -" Nate looked at Parker, still on the bed.
"Someone he trusts." Nate said.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Parker exclaimed, quietly.
"Your part is over. All we got to do is keep him out of the bedroom." Nate said quietly.
Parker sat up.
"Well, how am I supposed to get downstairs?" Parker asked.
Nate went to his closet and opened it, revealing some repel gear. Parker looked confused.
"What, like, you don't have one of these in your closet?" Nate questioned Parker.
Parker agreed and motioned for Nate to give it to her.
"Parker, I'm gonna stall. Just get down here." Kaira said, getting ready by taking her hair out of her ponytail.
"Why can't Kaira be the one on his hip?" Parker silently asked Nate.
"Cause I'm not the one he has a crush on." Kaira retorted as she got ready to meet McSweeten at the entrance.
"What?" Parker asked Kaira as she got the rig ready.
"Parker, not now." Kaira groaned.
"Guys, where are you? I need that immunity agreement now." Sophie said, sitting down.
Eliot and Hardison were in the police car, sirens on.
"We are on our way." Hardison said.
"Guys, I don't feel good." The witness said.
"Hey, you better not throw up in this car." Eliot told the guy.
"No, I can't help it." The witness said.
"I'm serious. I'm starting to spit a lot." The guy said when a call came over the scanner for a code 16 with a weapon.
"Don't go so fast." The witness said, looking like he wanted to puke.
"Hey, that's right up there." Eliot said.
"Hmm?" Hardison hummed.
"We're taking this." Eliot said, grabbing the radio.
"No, we're not. No, we're not." Hardison argued.
"We're taking this." Eliot said.
He clicked to talk to the walkie.
"Dispatch, this is 8017, responding." Eliot said, putting the radio away.
"No, it ain't." Hardison argued.
"Yes, it is. We're taking this, man." Eliot said.
"No, it ain't." Hardison argued.
"We're taking it right now. Pull over." Eliot argued.
"No, we're not. Whatever happened to the detour and you were just complaining and yelling and all that?" Hardison argued.
"There's somebody up there with a weapon, all right?! There could be kids in the house, Hardison, all right?!" Eliot argued.
"It could be a gang shoot-out!" Hardison argued.
"Come on, man. Just pull over right now!" Eliot yelled at Hardison before looking back and seeing that the witness was dry heaving.
"Don't throw up in the backseat, man! Did you just throw up?! Pullover, Hardison." Eliot argued before they fought over the wheel.
Hardison and Eliot arrived and heard a guy yelling for a woman.
"This has become a mess." Hardison said, getting out.
"What the hell are we doing here?" Hardison asked Eliot as they walked up the driveway.
"What do you mean, what are we doing? This is a call, we got to take it." Eliot told Hardison before yelling at the guy to get his attention.
"What's the problem, man? We got a call about a man with a weapon." Eliot said.
"I'm not the one with the weapon! She's the one with the weapon!" The man yelled looking towards the door as a woman came out with a baseball bat in one hand, phone in the other.
"Ooh." Hardison said, realizing this was a domestic dispute.
"You show them those text messages you got from that skank?!" The woman yelled.
"She's your sister!" The man yelled as Eliot and Hardison tried to separate them.
"Settle down, ma'am." Eliot told the woman.
"Step-sister! And she's next, don't you worry!" The woman yelled at the man.
Hardison kept the man back as Eliot dealt with the woman.
"Settle down, all right? Let me have the bat." Eliot said, trying to difuse the situation.
"Look at these pictures!" The woman yelled, putting the phone in Eliot's face.
He had one hand on the bat.
"I'm looking at anything until you give me the bat!" Eliot yelled at the woman.
"She's crazy!" The man yelled.
"Quiet, quiet!" Hardison told the man, keeping him back.
"Her whole family's crazy!" The man yelled at the woman, who went off.
"You shut up about my family!" The woman went to go after the man, but Eliot stopped her.
"Give me the bat!" Eliot said.
The woman let go and Eliot threw the bat down.
"Dang it! Are there any kids in here?" Eliot asked.
"No! He can't have any kids! He smokes too much weed!" The woman yelled, still angry.
"I didn't ask that!" Eliot exclaimed.
"Hash smoking!" The man pointed out, still upset.
"I asked you a simple yes or no question! Are there any kids in the house?!" Eliot repeated.
"No!" The woman yelled.
"All right! Now sit down and be quiet!" Eliot ordered the woman.
She didn't move.
"Sit your ass down on the bumper!" Eliot yelled again.
The woman sat down, calmer.
"Don't talk about my woman like that." The guy said before tackling Hardison down as the woman shouted encouragement to the man and Eliot got involved and kept the woman back as Hardison body slammed him on the ground.
Back at the bar, Kaira was behind the bar, serving as McSweeten walked in.
"Special Agent McSweeten, FBI." He introduced himself to Kaira before she turned to face him, walking up to the bar as she cleaned a glass.
"Lauren Reynolds. What can I do for you?" Kaira smiled at him, using her British accent.
"Um, I was wondering, have you seen this man?" He asked Kaira, showing her a photo of Vectors mugshot as he looked her up and down.
"I don't think I've seen him, no. I mean, I only work dayshift, so, maybe try again with the nightshift." Kaira said, innocently as she saw Parker repelling down.
"You do look familiar to me." McSweeten said.
"I was a guidance counsler. This is more of a side job." Kaira smiled a tad.
"Oh, right!" McSweeten said, realizing who Kaira was.
"Well, thank you for your time." McSweeten said as he turned around and put the picture away and saw Parker.
"Special Agent Hagen. Hi." He said.
"Hi!" Parker chuckled.
"Good to see you." Parker said.
"Yeah! Yeah." McSweeten said as he went to hug Parker, but instead went for the handshake.
"Well, uh, I haven't seen you since, uh, we took down Daniel Fowler at that private school." McSweeten said.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. Well, I've been undercover." Parker explained.
"Oh." McSweeten said.
"Deep, deep cover." Parker whispered.
"Oh, cool." McSweeten said.
He then noticed the makeup still on Parker's lips. Kaira looked away.
"Parker, I told you to use the makeup remover I gave you to remove the FX makeup." Kaira scolded Parker silently.
"Oh, uh, nothing. It's just that your - your lips are - well, they're kind of blue." McSweeten pointed out.
"Oh." Parker realized.
"Oh, yeah, well... it's part of my alias. You know, with the Russians? It's probably cause it's been really cold there." Parker brushed it off.
"Right." McSweeten said.
"Matter of fact, we should probably go talk outside." Parker said.
"Oh, okay." McSweeten said.
He walked with Parker outside when her phone rang and grabbed it.
"Oh. Oh, that's Yuri, my informant. I got to get this, but I'll - I'll meet you outside in just a second." Parker said.
"All right." McSweeten said, leaving.
"Da." Parker said.
Kaira smiled as she watched Parker leave.
Meanwhile, Nate was upstairs with Vector, calming him down.
"Hey, Vector. Recognize him?" Nate asked Vector, standing at the window.
"I saw him pull up when I got here." Nate said.
"That's my FBI handler. I've been ducking his calls all morning. What the hell are we gonna do?" Vector said, worried.
"All right, you got to stay out of sight. All right? Until he leaves, we're stuck here." Nate said, pushing Vecter away from the window.
Nate saw a flash from the opposite building and went back.
Back at the domestic dispute call, Eliot and Hardison were walking back to the car. Hardison had the bat in his hand.
"Taking that as a souvenir?" Eliot asked Hardison.
"Hey, I didn't get to arrest nobody. Might as well. Look, man, we get the Vector file back to Sophie and your wife, we're back on track, huh?" Hardison said as Eliot looked in the backseat.
Eliot popped his head up.
"What?" Hardison asked.
"Think we're missing something?" Eliot asked Hardison.
"No, we got the file, I got my bat. I'm good." Hardison said.
"The prisoner, man! He's gone!" Eliot yelled, smacking the car.
Hardison looked in the back window and saw the prisoner wasn't there.
"He couldn't have gotten far. Let's go!" Eliot ordered, running.
"Got to be kidding me." Hardison said.
Back at the bar, Sophie was sitting at a booth, a drink in hand and Kaira was sitting across from her.
"You're on, Nate. Let's see you get a man to confess to a crime he didn't commit." Sophie said.
Back upstairs, Nate poured some whiskey into the glass.
"What happened here last night?" Nate asked Vector, who was sitting at the table.
"I told you, I blacked out." Vector said.
Nate walked over with the glass.
"Listen, you're protected with attorney client privilege. Okay? So it stays right here. But you got to open up. You got to tell me what happened. I mean, come on, it's-" Nate scoffed. "This is bad." Nate said.
"We were, uh... we were just playing around, you know? She was, uh..." Vector said.
"She was what?" Nate asked.
"She was punching me in the arm. It was, uh - it was her way of flirting." Vector said, taking a sip of the drink Nate poured to calm down.
"Any chance she, uh, might have, uh, missed your arm and clocked you in the face?" Nate asked Vector.
"It's possible." Vector said, taking another sip.
"Okay. I want you to close your eyes now." Nate said.
"What?" Vector questioned Nate.
"Yeah, just close your eyes. Just close your eyes. Come on. That's it." Vector closed his eyes and breathed hard.
"Now see the scene. You're with this girl, right? You like her and everything. The two of you are playing around. She punches you, you punch her back. You're playing around and everything. She punches you, she misses. She scratches your face." Nate switched gears.
"You put your arms around her throat! You start choking her! And you're killing her, you're choking her! You're so furious, you're-" Nate exclaimed, getting Vector worked up.
"I got a temper, okay?!" Vector yelled, standing up and paced.
"Somebody punched me, I see red! It's not my fault!" Vector argued, trying to calm down.
"Sure." Nate said, also trying to calm Vector down.
"It's not my fault." Vector went to sit down again.
"Okay. You see? See, see? Now that you're honest with me, I can help you. All right?" Nate said, calming down Vector as he got out his phone.
"Who are you calling?" Vector asked.
"I'm calling a friend in the U.S Attorney's office. Gonna get you a new deal." Nate said.
"Yeah?" Vector said, taking another drink.
Nate chuckled.
"Oh, yeah, yeah." Nate said.
Kaira turned around again to hide her face.
"Boys, please hurry with the file." Kaira whispered.
Back at the incident site, Eliot and Hardison searched for their prisoner.
"Hey, that's him, isn't it?" Hardison said, gesturing to a man ahead of them.
"No, it's another guy dressed in Khaki, wearing handcuffs, with one shoe on." Eliot growled at Hardison, starting to walk towards him.
"What's the attitude, man? It wasn't my idea to stop." Hardison argued.
"Shut up. Let's go, let's go!" Eliot yelled as he stated running towards the guy.
Hardison was following behind.
"Hey! Don't run!" Hardison yelled as he threw a shoe at the prisoner, and hit him the back of his head, causing him to stop and Eliot tackled him, ramming into a car.
"You all right?" Hardison asked as Eliot got up.
"Where do you think you're going, boy?" Eliot asked him, standing to the side of the downed prisoner.
"You guys - you guys can't take me back to jail!" The guy exclaimed.
"What, you're carsick, you got jailsick, too?" Hardison questioned him.
"No, no, no. cause of what I - what I told the grand jury about the dirty cops!" The guy explained.
"Nice try. The grand jury is investigating money laundering." Eliot pointed out, unamused.
"Yeah, yeah, money laundering by - by dirty cops!" The guy exclaimed.
Eliot and Hardison looked at each other, knowing he had a point.
"They sandbagged me. You guys take me back to jail now, they're gonna find me hanging in my cell!" The guy continued explaining, sounding genuinely scared.
Then he turned over and puked.
"Oh." Eliot groaned and turned away.
"Aw, c-come on, man." Hardison groaned, also turning away.
Back at the bar, Parker returned with McSweeten and walked in the bar. Kaira was still behind the bar.
"So, your assignment must really be secret. Been trying to find you for months." McSweeten said.
"Listen, I know about Vector." Parker told McSweeten.
He sighed.
"If we're gonna find him, we have to go over everything we know." Parker said, still walking with McSweeten.
"So I guess the whole Bureau knows I lost him at the airport, huh?" McSweeten said.
"Yeah. Why didn't you say something?" Parker asked him, leaving the seating area.
"Ever since the Moscone and Fowler case, they've been moving me and Taggert up the ladder, you know?" McSweeten said as Parker shut the door to the back room.
"Where is Taggert anyway?" Parker asked.
"Oh, he's teaching Krav Maga at Quantico this week. That's why I'm solo. I figured I could find Vector on my own. You know, no harm, no foul? Now the cat's out of the bag, I guess it's back to Kansas for me." McSweeten said, disappointed in himself and Parker felt bad.
Just then, Eliot and Hardison showed up at the bar.
"You don't even drive 25 in a 25 mile an hour zone." Eliot argued with Eliot.
"Say what? Say one more thing. Say - say one more thing." Hardison argued back as they walked to Sophie, still sitting at the booth. Kaira stayed behind the bar.
"Where were you guys? Playing ball?" Sophie asked them.
"No place you would ever want to go." Hardison said.
Eliot laid the file on the table.
"Is that the immunity agreement?" Sophie asked.
She looked at the file and got up and walked in between them.
"Hey." Eliot said, causing Sophie to turn around.
"Something about this doesn't make sense." Eliot said, concerned, trying to think of it.
Kaira also heard through the comms and was trying to make sense of what she had heard.
"Oh. You want to know what doesn't make sense? Trying to pull off The Cuban Sandwich without a dead hooker." Sophie said, walking away.
"One, Alice White was not a hooker. Two, just say the less you see the better. It ain't that complicated. Just keep him out of the bedroom." Kaira whispered, ducking behind the bar, acting like she was grabbing a glass.
"Did she say Cuban Sandwich?" Hardison asked Eliot.
"Hey! It's The Vegas Wake-Up Call!" Hardison yelled to Sophie.
"It's Vegas, man." Hardison told Eliot.
"Shut up." Eliot groaned as they went to the bar.
Back upstairs, Sophiek knocked on the door.
"Ah. O-okay." Nate said, getting up out of his seat.
Nate went to the door and opened it and let Sophie in.
"Uh, Mark Vector. Uh, Karen Regan, Justice Department." Nate introduced Sophie as they walked up to the table.
"Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we?" Sophie said, sitting her briefcase on the island.
"So, the dead girl is, uh - she's upstairs. But there's these mitigating, uh, factors. In fact -" Nate said when Sophie cut him off.
"The less I see, the better. Shall we?" Sophie said.
"Okay." Nate said, sitting down.
"How do I know she can get me out of this, that she can get me a new deal?" Vector asked. "Just..." Nate stopped Vector.
Sophie pulled the agreement out of the file she had.
"On July 17th, you agreed to assist the U.S Government in a money-laundering probe. You identified clients engaged in these crimes, including Patrick Calderone and J.J Hughes. Is this your signature?" Sophie said, laying the file on the table.
"Yeah, it's my signature." Vector confirmed.
"Now, I can walk you out of here a free man, but you're gonna have to do better than ratting out a couple of wannabe gangsters. To get immunity from this sordid affair, you're gonna have to give me a game changer. You're gonna have to give me Damien Moreau." Sophie explained.
Vector scoffed.
"You got to be kidding me, lady." Vector dismissed the idea.
"What, you think I'm kidding, huh? You think we didn't know you were holding out on us? Playtime is over, Jack." Sophie said.
"Okay, gonna have to talk to my client." Nate said.
"No! This is not a negotiation! There is a dead girl upstairs! He gives me something that saves lives, or I walk." Sophie argued.
"Walk. Okay, we're done." Nate said.
Sophie grabbed her file.
"Fine." Sophie said.
"Enjoy your time in state prison, Mr. Vector." Sophie said.
Vector said for Sophie to wait.
Nate stood up to stop Vector.
"No, no, no. You don't have to give up Moreau. We can beat this." Nate told Vector.
"Yeah, and spend the next three years of my life on CNN as the next O.J? Forget about it. You want Moreau? You got him." Vector said.
"I know where he keeps his money. I helped him park some of it in my fund." Vector revealed.
Sophie took a few steps forward.
"I need specifics." Sophie said.
"I know everything - routing numbers, country codes, account numbers." Vector said.
Nate walked behind Vector and mouthed "Where?" to Sophie, indicated for her to pry more.
"Where?" Sophie asked Vector as Nate brushed off going behind him.
"Nowhere. It's not written down, it's not on a drive, it's not in a cloud. It's encrypted, and only I know how to break the code." Vector said.
Nate walked away.
"Moreau helped fund that, uh, nightclub bombing in Cyprus last month. Now let me ask you, Counsler... is that worth the life of an ice bunny who got in over her head?" Vector told Sophie.
Meanwhile, Eliot and Hardison were talking with Kaira at the bar, Hardison still holding the bat behind his head.
"See? I told you." Eliot said, looking at the boor.
"Well, hey." Hardison said.
Kaira saw what Eliot as looking at. Four men came in.
"It's a little early for cops in a bar, isn't it?" Eliot said.
"You mean those are the dirty cops the kid was talking about? How do you know?" Hardison asked Eliot.
"Their shoes. Look at their shoes." Eliot said.
Hardison did, and saw that the shoes they were wearing were shoes cops wore.
"What you thinking?" Hardison asked the couple.
"Can't take these guys out in a roomful of people." Eliot said before getting on comms.
Kaira thought a moment.
"Nate, there's a bunch of dirty cops down here to kill Vector." Eliot said.
Nate was looking out a window.
"Something isn't quite right." Nate said quietly.
"So don't take them out in the bar." Kaira turned away to hide her face and chuckled.
Eliot and Hardison got the memo.
Parker took McSweeten to another room right beside the dining hall.
"Look, the cab dropped off Vector in front of this building. He's probably in one of the lofts upstairs." McSweeten said as Parker walked backwards to the door.
"Why do you think that?" Parker said, hitting her head off the wall.
"Uh. He was with this bimbo. She probably lives here." McSweeten said.
Kaira groaned slightly.
"What is up with these boys not respecting women?" Kaira muttered to herself.
"How do you know she was a bimbo? Why wasn't she his sister?" Parker grabbed McSweetens tie and pulled it, ready to choke him.
"Um, uh..." McSweeten chuckled, causing Parker to let go.
"Anyway, good point, searching the building. We should do that. Start with the first floor, Make our way up from there." Parker suggested.
"Okay." McSweeten said.
"Okay." Parker said before running into McSweeten.
"Oop! Elevator's this way." Parker said, going to the elevator and dragging McSweeten behind her.
"The elevator. I'm on it." Hardison said before leaving.
Nate was still looking out the window.
"Hey, Vector, can I have a word?" Nate asked.
Vector walked over to the window.
"Does Moreau know you have all this information?" Nate asked Vector.
"No idea." Vector said.
"I bet he does now." Nate said.
Just then, a machine gun fired, causing both Nate and Vector to dive to get to cover. Everyone could hear it over comms.
"What the hell is this?! What's going on?!" Vector asked Nate as Sophie spun into the island.
"You've been found out by Moreau. Any idea how?" Nate asked Vector, but he ran to get behind a table.
Nate saw the cellphone. He remembered someone bumping into Vector back at the airport.
"Guys, I see his phone." Nate said.
He ran and grabbed it and went back into cover. Meanwhile, Hardison made his way to the electrical panel and got ready to hack into it.
"Okay, Nate, help is on the way. Got dirty cops in the bar and a Fed in the elevator." Hardison said.
"Get us out of here!" Sophie exclaimed.
"We're boxed in!" Nate also exclaimed.
"I'm working on it. Eliot, you got to go now." Hardison said.
Kaira looked at Eliot.
"Get these guys to chase you to the back of the bar, Eliot. Hardison, get ready to cut the lights and elevator." Kaira gave the warning.
Eliot walked up to the cops.
"What's up?" He said before bashing the one cop's head in and knocked him down.
He then stuck his tongue out and ran along with Kaira. Eliot and Kaira ran to the back of the bar.
"Hardison, dark." Eliot said, looking at Kaira.
Kaira nodded her head, signaling she was ready as Hardison cut the lights. They used the cover of dark to take out the goons, hiding from the lights. They ran once the dirty cops were taken care of.
"Okay, Parker, it's time for you to ditch McSweetheart and get to Nate and Sophie. And hurry." Hardison said before pulling the elevator fuse.
The elevator stopped, and McSweeten tried pushing the 2 button.
"Can't believe we're gonna be stuck." McSweeten said.
"I'll go get help. Give me a boost." Parker said, getting ready to climb on McSweeten.
"Uh, no, I don't think you should-" McSweeten objected.
"Give me a boost. I'll - I'll pull you up." Parker said.
"Okay." McSweeten said before boosting Parker up.
Parker made it to the top of the elevator.
"You're really sweet, you know that?" Parker said.
She left. Hardison was just about to close the fuse box when the dirty cops Eliot bashed came in. Hardison pushed the bat into the cop's gut. Then he hit him on the back as Eliot and Kaira came in. Kaira smiled at Hardison, impressed.
"Nice." Kaira complimented Hardison.
"Nate, downstairs is clear." Eliot said.
They just heard machine-gun fire in the comms.
"Nathan, please say something, for the love of God!" Kaira all but begged.
"What the hell's going on up there?!" Eliot exclaimed as they kept hearing the machine gun fire.
"I'm still dealing with the sniper." Nate said.
The trio at the fuse box was breathing heavy. Hardison got on his phone, ready to hack something as Eliot and Kaira looked at each other, knowing what to do.
"We got him!" Eliot growled as he and Kaira ran away.
"Hey, hey, where you going?" Hardison called out to them.
"Nate, which building?" Hardison asked Nate.
"Right across the window from me." Nate said.
"Eliot and Kaira's always got to do things the hard way." Hardison said as he accessed the sprinkler system by setting off the fire alarm.
Nate sighed as he realized the gunfire stopped and looked at his watch.
"Half an hour till the grand jury!" Nate called out to Vector.
"Forget it! I'm not giving up anything!" Vector yelled.
At the building, Eliot kicked a door down. Kaira and Eliot saw the sniper wasn't there.
"Hardison shut the alarm off." Eliot said.
"Oh, now you want my help?" Hardison said.
He shut the sprinklers off. Kaira was soaked. Eliot was kind of wet from the sprinklers.
"Nathan, the shooter's gone. The place is clean. No shells." Kaira said.
"This guy definitely works for Moreau. That's how he does things." Eliot said as he and Kaira left the room.
"Vector, I can still get you off the hook!" Sophie said, still in cover.
"I'm not giving up Moreau!" Vector called out.
"What?!" Nate questioned Vector.
"He's gonna kill me! I'll take my chances in jail!" Vector said, leaving.
Nate and Sophie tried to stop him, but he was already in the elevator by the time they got there.
"We lost him." Sophie said.
Parker showed up and walked up to Nate and Sophie. "
Where were you?" Nate asked.
"Shaking an FBI tail by crawling through an elevator shaft. What, like this is my fault?" Parker said as everyone was breathing heavily.
"How do we stop him?" Parker asked.
"No, no, no, there's no point. I mean, we had him on the hook, he trusted us, and now that's blown, he's never gonna give us anything. Besides, once he gets immunity from the courthouse, that's it. He's never gonna give us the codes to Moreau's accounts." Sophie said.
"We already have his codes. Guys, how fast can you get to the courthouse?" Nate said.
Eliot, Hardison, and Kaira were at the dining room of the bar.
"How fast?" Hardison chuckled, pulling out the keys as Kaira grabbed a towel from behind the bar as Hardison chuckled.
"We the police." Hardison said.
"Yeah. I'm driving." Eliot said, grabbing the keys and bolted.
"What? No." Hardison said, chasing after them.
"I'll catch up." Kaira said.
Nate told the team the plan for how they were gonna fix this.
"You understand the plan?" Nate asked Parker.
"Yeah. I"ll take care of it on the way." Parker said, leaving.
Nate turned to Sophie.
"Make sure the real FBI picks up those dirty cops downstairs. Boston P.D - they like to take care of their own." Nate said to Sophie, then started to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Sophie asked Nate.
"To see the Italian." Nate said.
He left. Kaira and Sophie called in a tip about the cops while Parker put the prisoner Eliot and Hardison were transporting in the back of McSweetens car. Kaira walked into the courtroom with Parker, standing behind the seating as Parker sat next to McSweeten. Vector looked so confused, as he remembered Parker as the woman he thought was dead and Kaira as the bartender. Vector tried to recover, then started freaking out. He accused McSweeten of not being a real FBI agent as Eliot and Hardison grabbed him by the arms. Vector kept yelling as Eliot and Hardison pinned him back to the railing as Parker walked up to them.
"Who the hell are you, you bitch!" Vector yelled, pointing to Kaira.
"I'm just a bartender." Kaira brushed it off.
Eliot then got in Vectors face.
"Mr. Moreau would like to speak with you." Eliot said in Vectors ear.
"You son of a bitch!" Vector said.
He grabbed Eliot's gun, causing everyone to get down as Eliot tried to grab the gun back. Parker tased him and har the court guards take him away. Parker cracked her neck as Kaira walked over to the trio, not phased at all.
"I thought you didn't like guns." Hardison said to Eliot.
Eliot pulled the gun out and pulled the trigger, puffing out air.
"Air gun." Eliot said, putting the gun back.
"Seriously?" Hardison questioned Eliot.
"Whatever happened to that prisoner we were transporting?" Hardison asked Parker and Kaira.
"Uh, well, you guy said we couldn't just turn him into the local cops, right, cause he'd be a dead guy?" Parker said.
"Yeah." Eliot said. Parker and Kaira looked at each other.
"We may have put him in the trunk of McSweetheart's car." Kaira said.
Eliot just shook his head, not shocked at all as they left. Hardison and Eliot were on each side of Parker, her arms wrapped around their neck and shoulder as Kaira was beside Eliot, her arm around his waist and his arm around her chest. Parker had the taser still in her hand, which was on Eliot's chest.
"You know, I'm really starting to like tasering people. Is that a problem?" Parker said.
Eliot used his free hand and grabbed the taser.
"I should never have bought you that taser, Parker." Kaira groaned as Eliot just shook his head as they left the courthouse.
They went back to the bar and Hardison cleaned up their covers as Eliot, Kaira, Parker, and Sophie helped to fix all the bullet holes that were now in Nate's apartment.
Meanwhile, Nate drove to Vector's office. He walked into the office and saw that it had been turned over. Papers were everywhere, pictures were crooked. He sat on the desk.
"Mr. Ford. I'm glad you made it." The Italian said, walking up to Nate.
"Aw, please. Come on. You're not even trying." Nate said.
"What are you talking about?" The Italian asked Nate.
"You knew Vector had Moreau's secret bank accounts. You knew they were encrypted. You even knew that the key was somewhere here in Vector's office. But a bunch of dirty cops were camped out, waiting to kill him, so you came up with a plan - have us get the codes from Vector and then send the cops to kill us all." Nate said, revealing he knew her plan.
"Well, to be fair, I didn't count on the sniper. He was an outside contractor. It's a shame you didn't get his account numbers." The Italian said, not denying what Nate said.
"Oh, but I did. Yeah. They're right behind you." Nate revealed.
The Italian turned and saw an old picture of Vector in his red and white uniform. Nate stood up and went behind the Italian.
"You see, Vector... had a problem. When he gets angry, he sees red." Nate said, walking to the picture.
"And that turned out to be the key to the code. Now, when photographs are digitized to a computer, every shade of color is assigned a number. If you take two otherwise identical photos, with two different color schemes, compute the difference... you got a code." Nate said.
He remembered the photo on the home screen of Vector's phone, and he grabbed it during the shooting of the apartment. He pulled the phone out and held it up to the picture that matched the home screen, and took a picture.
"And there it is." Nate said, turning around.
He decoded the images, and indeed got Moreau's bank account numbers.
"And now they're mine." Nate said, walking away.
"I'm gonna make one withdrawal to get a hockey fan his life savings back... and then I am gonna use these accounts to take down Damien Moreau... on my terms... without you. Our deal is over. And you come after my team, I will come after you. and I assure you, I am more than the man you thought I was." Nate said.
He left the office and went back to the bar. When Nate went back to the bar, he saw Sophie tapping her fingers on the bar, and pointed to the bartender.
"Make it two." Sophie said as Nate sat down.
"That isn't to toast our victory, is it?" Nate said.
"Making another enemy is hardly something to celebrate." Sophie said.
"Oh, Moreau tried to kill us." Nate said.
"No, he tried to kill Vector, and we got in the way. If anyone deserved out wrath, it's the Italian." Sophie said.
"No, this is much bigger than the Italian." Nate said.
The bartender put two glasses, one in front of Nate, then another one in front of Sophie.
"Nate, let's get one thing straight. As of this moment, we go after Moreau, it's a choice, not a necessity." Sophie said.
"You're right. But we've never been in this situation before. I mean, we have a chance to take out Damien Moreau before he causes more damage. We didn't choose this fight, but we're in it and we should see it through." Nate said.
Sophie thought a moment, realizing Nate had a point. Moreau was the ultimate bad guy. And they had a chance to take him down. Sophie raised her glass.
"To victory, then." Sophie toasted.
Nate grabbed his glass and toasted. They were gonna go after Damien Moreau.