A/N: Oh My Gosh, I am so sorry you guys that I have kept you guys so long. School started and between schoolwork and swim meets I have not had time to post another chapter much less write one. I promise the next one will be up faster. On a happier note I am almost finished with this story. Only one more chapter to go. And I finally wrote out all my plans for future fanfics and I have about 15 planned and about 10 of them are for Sherlock on BBC. So I hope you guys like them and this chapter.

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A spider. If Eliot had to describe Damian Moreau in one word it would be a spider. One who was constantly weaving a web so thick that no one knew where they were until it was too late. A spider at the center of a web, a criminal web with a thousand threads and he knows precisely how each and every single one of them dances.(1) These thoughts whizzed through Eliot's head as he sat in from of The Spider, himself.

"My, my, Eliot, this one took quite a while, didn't it? Why do you suppose that is?" Moreau looked up from the file in his hand, a small smirk playing on his thin face. "Would it have anything to do with that pretty daughter of his, what was her name again, Megan?"

"Melissa." Eliot snapped.

Moreau simply raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing slightly bigger. He flicked the pages of the file. "I trust they were taken care of."

"Yes."

"And would you care to explain how exactly Mr. Waterson figured out you were connected to me?"

"No idea, I'm afraid I was too concerned about the gun in his hand to ask questions."

Moreau gave a slight chuckle at that. With a snap, he closed the folder and extended it to Eliot. "Well, a deal is a deal I suppose." Moreau said the smirk never leaving his face. Eliot glanced down at the folder in front of him and looked back up at the black eyes of the drug dealer, confusion written all over his face.

"Well, I did say this was your last job, you do want to leave right?"

Eliot stared at the folder before grabbing it out of Moreau's hand and opening the folder. On the inside was a picture of Melissa and her dad. They were both smiling in front of what looked like Fenway Park.

"Cool! I love the Boston Red Soxs have you ever been to Fenway?"

Eliot smiled at Melissa's voice entered his head. She looked happy in the picture. Happier than he had ever seen her. She looked carefree, content, unlike when he had seen her. This must have been before the abuse started. Eliot smiled softly at the picture. Moreau coughed loudly,

"If you're quite done," Eliot looked up again.

"Oh sorry, I trust that my father is safe."

"For now, well, Eliot, be seeing you. If you ever are out of a job just give me a call." And with a final flourish, Moreau swept out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Eliot alone with just a file and his buzzing thoughts.

Eliot hated hospitals. He hated the sterile cleanliness, the noise, the beeping of the monitors, serving as a reminder that the only thing keeping someone alive is a piece of metal. Yes, Eliot hated hospitals but he hated them even more when it wasn't him on the hospital bed. Where he was forced to just sit and wait. Where he had to sit in the terribly uncomfortable plastic chairs, waiting and watching for some signs of life that may never come. It was without a doubt that Eliot hated hospitals, but he can't remember ever hating them more than right now.

He was free, free from Moreau. He was supposed to be happy, he should be happy, and yet Eliot couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness, welling up in his chest. He looked down at the small pale hand clutched in between his own. His eyes began to follow the equally pale arm connected to the hand. The cut still hadn't healed, the red angry skin contrasting sharply with the pale skin. A coma, it just had to be a coma. Alive but only just. Hanging on by just a thread. Eliot's eyes traveled up the infected cut to the face resting on the shapeless hospital pillow.

Melissa's face was peaceful, in fact if it wasn't for the deathly pale color of her skin, Eliot would have thought she was simply sleeping, instead of being stuck deep inside her own mind. Eliot sighed deeply, unconsciously rubbing his thumb over Melissa's wrist.

"Hey Melissa, I don't know if you can hear me, but I am about to go crazy if I have to deal with this silence any longer. Your dad is dead, Melissa, the funeral was small, not many people came. I think you would have gone, though if you were awake. Even if you hated him, I think you still would have gone. He was buried right by your mother. I thought you would have wanted that. You gotta wake up Melissa. I never really realized when our friendship actually became a friendship, all I know is that I really enjoyed getting to know you, Melissa. You know that it is astoundingly rare for anyone to ever even get close to me, much less me actually consider them a friend. There was just something about you Melissa that I couldn't help but admire. I huh… I came here to tell you that I'm leaving today Melissa. I don't know where I am going, but just away from here. They aren't going to take you off life support, and you will be moved to a long term room in The Neurology Department so you will be fine in the long run. I told them to wait for 5 years until they pull the plug. Dr. Patterson said that there is a possibility that you might wake up but his hopes aren't high.

He obviously doesn't know how stubborn you can be. You can't give up Melissa, the world needs more people like you."

Eliot buried his head into both his and Melissa's hands, slowly letting a few stray tears leak out of the side of his eyes. He stood slowly and with a sigh began to make his way across the room, only stopping once at the door, to look over his shoulder. The last glance he had of Melissa was of her looking impossibly small and still in the bleached white hospital sheets. Yes, Eliot sure did hate hospitals, but he hated leaving them even more.

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