AN- Major spoilers for season 3 in this and the upcoming chapters. Some of the following dialogue comes directly from the show I DO NOT OWN THAT STUFF. I suggest, if you haven't seen it, you watch the last two episodes of season 3

When Eliot came home that evening, Abigail was curled up on the couch in front of the TV, an empty bowl of ice-cream in front of her. He looked at his watch; nearly midnight. "You still up?" He asked as he walked into the den.

"Mhm. I was gonna go to bed but then I started watching this."

"What are we watching," he asked,sitting beside her.

"Pride and Prejudice. But its okay 'cus its the BBC version." She took a moment and sniffed the air. He smelled of smoke and looking him up and down she realised he was dressed in all black. She decided not to ask.

"Where's it up to?" Eliot asked; the question surprised her.

"Darcy's just about to tell Elizabeth he 'loves her against his will'" she said, switching to a posh British accent for effect. He took off his boots and settled down next to her. They didn't comment on the movie, they didn't talk; they just watched and they both liked it. They both liked being able just sit and be together without having the awkwardness surrounding their separation get in the way of anything; they liked the fact that it made them feel close again, even if it was only at a superficial level. By the end of the film, Abby was nearly almost asleep, and was laying against Eliot's shoulder. "I miss ma," She finally said, the first words they had spoken since Eliot had sat down.

"I know," he replied softly as he kissed her on her forehead.

Eliot was pulling up at the bar when he got the call.

"Hello," he said as more of a question than a statement.

"Mr Spencer, it's been a while," Eliot recognised the voice.

"Moreau," he growled. "What do you want?"

"She's grown up Eliot, but you should have kept her hidden. She doesn't look a thing like her mother but she can put up a good fight; dislocated one of my man's shoulders. And before you say anything, of course it was my doing, consider it…" there was a pause as he searched for the right word. "An incentive." Eliot growled. "I'll be at the Governor Hotel in DC. Bring me some business Eliot. Make it interesting."

"Or what?"

"You of all people Eliot should know the answer to that." Before Eliot could answer Moreau had hung up.

Eliot walked into the bar through the back entrance. The others were sitting at a table deep in discussion. He was furious and terrified at the same time. How dare he try this again, Eliot thought. "If Moreau was bothered by the cops he wouldn't be staying in a down-town hotel in DC." Eliot said, easing his way into the conversation. The others looked surprised by his knowledge.

"Keeping tabs on Moreau?" asked Sophie.

"I make it a priority to know where Moreau is at all times so we can avoid him." He said, wishing he had done better at it. "Atherton was a general in the black ops. Moreau, well, he's Moreau." He began to stutter and had to force himself to relax. "We need more time."

"We're out of time," said Nate.

"To prep this," Eliot continued.

"No, we have to figure out exactly where this Rams-horn is and where Moreau is going to be holding the auction." Nate said, disregarding Eliot's warning. Hardison leaned in to Eliot

"Hey," Hardison began. "You cool man?" Eliot's lip quivered slightly as he made a decision of how he was going to deal with this.

"Nate, me and Hardison will hit Moreau. We'll get an invite to the auction."

"Okay, well, you guys do that and the rest of us we'll find out what the hell this Rams-horn is."

Bonnano walked up to the apartment. When Eliot had called him asking for a favour he wasn't sure what to expect; he was truthfully just hoping for there to be no dead bodies. He knocked on the door and Eliot answered, swiftly but cautiously.

"Thanks for coming, you have no idea how much I appreciate this." Eliot said as he gestured the man inside.

"You know, it's normally Nate asking for favours. I was a little surprised to get a call from you."

"You met Yasmin yeah?" Eliot asked.

"Yeah, but she said Nate told her to wait to say anything. Is this related?"

"Same job, sorta, but Nate knows nothing about this."

"I thought you lot were thick as well, thieves," Bonnano said with a chuckle.

"I need you to take care of someone while I'm on this job," Eliot said, ignoring the joke. Bonnano too, straightened his face realising the seriousness of the situation. "Can you come out here darlin'" Eliot yelled out. When a teenager emerged from the hall, Bonnano was surprised. At least it's not a dead body,he thought.

"Hi," she said politely to Bonnano.

"This is Detective Captain Patrick Bonnano. He's gonna take care of you while I'm on this job." Eliot said and both Bonnano and Abigail were surprised.

"Oh, now you wanna be protective," she said.

"Pardon?" Eliot asked.

"Not to be rude but I think I'll be fine for a few days on my own." Eliot froze, not knowing how to respond to an angsty teenager in such a delicate situation.

"Honey, this job and your incident, let's just say they're related."

"What?" she asked

"You said that the people who attacked you seemed like they just wanted to hurt you yeah? Well they hurt you to get to me! I caused you that trouble, I caused you that pain and now I must do the right thing and go stop them."

"That doesn't even make any sense. You were working on this job before all of this," she pointed to a bruise on her face. "What aren't you telling me?"

"I already told you, we'll talk when this job is over. Now go pack your things," He said sternly and Abigail turned and walked to her new room in a huff. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Bonnano spoke up.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about?" He asked.

"You'll find out soon enough. Look, I just need you to make sure no one else hurts her. Do that and I owe you a favour."

"Of course I will Spencer, but next time, give a little notice? And also, why me?"

"You're a good guy, someone I can trust not to be in this guy's pocket, and not to have it out for me. Well, at least not enough to go after my family."

"Who would be stupid enough to go after your family?" Bonnano asked with a slight smile right before Abby emerged from her room.

"I hope you realise this is the second time I've had to pack in as many days?" She said. At least she still has a sense of humour. Joking means she doesn't entirely hate me, Eliot thought.

"Be nice to Bonnano. He's a good guy." He said to her. "I'll be home in a few days."

Theshoegirl-All will be revealed...

Hope you guys are enjoying this. I promise you will find out the relationship between Abby and Eliot eventually, just be patient.

Sorry it took me longer than usual to put up, have a lot of study and work and other stuff going on right now, but I promise, you haven't been forgotten.