I do not own white collar or leverage

Eliot's POV

After sitting in the holding room for an hour or two, I was finally released and all my papers were returned. When I make it to the boarding gate and realize that my flight is boarding, I can't help but be disappointed. I didn't get a chance to get something to eat but I was able to grab a small snack from a vending machine near the boarding gate. The chocolate bar was looking more tempting than before as it was the good German chocolate. I show the flight attendant my ticket and go find my seat on the plane. I am lucky enough to get an aisle seat so I could get up whenever I got too restless and walk to the restroom without disturbing any of my fellow passengers.

The flight seemed to take forever and when we finally landed, I made my way off the plane as fast as I could without looking suspicious. I made my way through the airport and to the community board. On the board, there were numbers for various taxi companies. I grabbed a few different numbers, just in case I needed them in the future, and walked out the door. I had decided that I needed to work off some of the energy that had built up and planned to go for a long run. When I got tired, I would call one of the taxis and get a ride to a hotel that I planned to stay at, one of several different reservations I had made under a few different aliases.

Once out the door, I took off running. I don't care how odd it was but, I needed to do something. I had so much cooped up energy that was dying to get out. I ran off and on for about two hours, just enjoying the sites. Some things looked familiar from the last time I was in the city but overall I was unsure of my location. I just happened to stop near a construction site for a breather. I wish I had bought a water bottle at the airport or at one of the convenience stores I had passed by. I caught my breath quickly and prepared to run a little further until I reached a street sign and could call a taxi. I was ready to just relax in a hotel room for a while and then contact a friend.

Just then, a black car pulled up. A man got out and opened a door. I was going to ask who he was and why he was inviting me into his car but I saw he had a gun. I knew I could take him easily but I could hear a car coming and I didn't want anyone hurt in the crossfire. I got in slowly and cautiously, preparing to jump back out if someone attacked me or use the door as a weapon if needed.

There was a briefcase on the back seat. I opened it up, as it seemed to be there for me and there was a gun. I put it together without a comment, my hands going through the familiar motions, as even though I didn't like guns, I still made sure to keep my skills sharp. I figured I could pretend to go through with this so I could fake the victim's death and then call Nate for ideas. Then, the person I was supposed to kill will be okay and no one will have to mourn them. Well, they may mourn them, but they will come back to life soon enough if it is safe to do so. If not, we could easily set them up with a new life.

"Is everything in order, Mr. Black?" The driver asked me. How did he know my name? I assumed that this was preplanned and I was taking another person's spot. It wouldn't be the first time I did that. It was the first time I did it going in with the same name unknowingly though. Wait a second, maybe this is why I was stopped in Canada and the man who was dressed similarly to me. I was taking his place as I did not see him on my flight and it was nearly full.

"Yes, sir," I replied. I did not want to say anything that would make him remember me.

Soon, the car pulled up to a house.

"Make sure that you kill the person in the house. If they put up any fight, I will hear the commotion and come in. If you take too long, I will come in. Do you understand me?" The man was telling the truth, that much I could tell. I sighed and did the only thing I could do. I agreed.

Yes Sir." I told the man.

I got out of the car and slowly made my way toward the door. I tried the door, but it was locked. I pulled a pin out of my sleeve (made of ceramic instead of metal so I could take it on the plane) and got to work. I may not have been as good as Parker, but I knew how to pick a look pretty well. It had come in handy in the past and I had only gotten better since Parker insisted on giving us all lessons.

The door unlocked and I slowly opened it just enough to get inside. I slipped inside and then closed to door behind me. As the door closes, I see the driver get out and lean against the car. I hope I have enough time to save this person before the driver comes in.

I slowly make my way through the house, clearing each room as I pass through it. Then, I reach the bedroom. I open the door slowly so that I don't wake the person. I realize that there is a woman with red hair in the bed. I make my way slowly closer to the bed when I realize that the woman is awake. I could tell by how stiff she was. I hoped she didn't have a gun, otherwise, she may shoot me first, ask questions later. I decided to call her out.

"Ma'am, are you awake?" I asked her. It may not have been the best idea, but it was better than just standing there and staring at her, waiting to see what she did.

"How could you tell I was awake?" She asked, proving that she was in fact awake, though if I was her, I would not have replied but instead sprung straight into action.

"By how stiff you were laying. No one who is asleep lays that stiff." I told her.

"Okay, and why are you pointing a gun at me?" She asked me. I looked at the gun in my hands and realized that it was still pointed at her. I slowly lowered it but did not put it down. I may not like guns but I still knew how to use them, especially when I could tell that trust was currently limited between the two of us and I may need this for protection.

"I was picked up and told to do it. All I wanted to do was visit some friends on my way home and it has just been one thing after another," it was the truth, though I could tell that she did not fully believe me.

"Okay. Assuming I believe you, What is your name?" She asked me. I decided to give her my alias. There was no way that I would tell her my real name.

"Jimmy Black. What is your name?" I asked, trying to be polite after breaking into her house. I was raised a gentleman after all.

"Sara Ellis. I am an insurance investigator." That could explain why I was supposed to kill her. They were trying to get rid of her as she was getting too close to something they wanted to stay hidden, then she spoke again, "Are you a courier by any chance?"

"No, but why would someone want to kill you? Do have any active threats?" I needed more data and then I would help her fake her death and get to a safe place to lie low for a while. It was all part of the plan not to kill this woman. I did not like to kill anyone that didn't deserve it and even then, I did not like killing for the sake of killing. There was no way that this woman deserved to be killed. I would make sure that she stayed alive, but first I would need to contact Nate for some advice. I had an idea but I needed some help to finetune it. I reached for my emergency earpiece (that looked like a Bluetooth earpiece) and waited for Sara Ellis to answer my questions so I could finetune the solution with Nate.

AN1: Well, another chapter is posted. I probably will not have time to post a chapter tomorrow but I will try my best. I am going to be busy. Please leave any comments or suggestions that you have about this chapter. Please try not to leave any flames. Thanks for reading. ~jenn008

AN2: Here I am four years later and I think I have some ideas for moving forward. I know it was not exactly like the episode but it made more sense for the character to follow through with it this way. Any other way and they may not gone through with it. I hope you enjoyed it and I think a new chapter may be coming soon.

A3: More minor edits were done and a new chapter should be posted soon ~jenn008