AN- I do not own leverage or any of its characters. Some of the dialogue has been taken directly from the show for the purposes of this story- i don't own that stuff.

To readers, I suggest that you have watched season 3 before reading, you may be a little confused otherwise.

Hardison was not happy when Eliot walked up to the elevator guard and told him his name. He was also surprised at the guard's reaction; he had backed away quickly out of fear. "Why'd you tell him your real name Eliot?" Hardison asked with little response.

The guards beside the pool acted similarly to the one by the elevator; raising their guns out of fear. Hardison was beginning to suspect something was very wrong

"Chapman," Eliot began, his face inches away from a small, but tough looking, blond haired man.

"Eliot," Chapman replied with a thick South African accent.

"They gave you the job," Eliot began.

"There was an opening," Chapman said with a smirk. Moreau then walked out of a steam room, only slightly surprised by Eliot's presence.

"That's no way to treat an old friend," Moreau said, tossing his towel over his shoulder. Old friend? Hardison thought to himself.

"Damien," Eliot said bluntly.

"Let's catch up." Moreau replied and Hardison finally realised what was wrong; Eliot and Moreau used to work together.

After Hardison was pushed into the pool by Moreau, Eliot had to force himself to stay calm; not give anything away. "I'm sure you told your clients I don't do business with strangers." Said Moreau

"That's why I'm here," said Eliot matter of factly. "To vouch for him."

"Ah, a little vague," Said Moreau and Eliot wondered to himself why Moreau was playing this game.

"I never told anybody about you. I use the same confidentiality with all of my clients," Eliot began, in an attempt to convince Moreau. "However I can say, they're overseas. You sell it to the international buyers it leaves US soil immediately. No trace back to you."

"I already have international buyers so its not an issue. What else you got?" Damien asked. Now Eliot realised what his game was. He didn't care about the business, he cared getting Eliot back; making him pay for leaving. "You know Eliot, I'd hate to see something more happen to that darling little girl."

"What do you want Moreau?" Eliot asked abruptly, ignoring his threat, though he didn't believe it was in idle one for a second.

"Well, let's see. You stuck it to me once when you refused to work for me. Then twice when you decided to leave."

"We had a three year contract!" Eliot interrupted.

"Irrelevant. You were a perfect soldier when you worked for me. You've gone soft again."

"Cut to the chase Moreau."

"Atherton; I want him dead," he said referring to the General he had been collaborating on with Rams-Horn.

"Why me?"

"I never felt I got my full use of you."

"If you leave her alone, we have a deal." Eliot said, reluctantly; the situation was all too familiar to him.

"Deal," Moreau said, as he tossed the handcuff keys down to Hardison, still struggling in the pool, to free himself.

Parker was confused at what Eliot had told them in the park. "Every one of them has innocent blood on their hands. Every one of them is worse than me," he had said. He said that the worst things he had ever did, he had done for Moreau and he had said it with emotion that she had never seen in Eliot before; he had looked so sad and scared and angry with himself. When she had asked him what it was he asked her not to; he didn't want to lie to her and he didn't want to tell her. But she was still confused. The Eliot she knew was a good person and she just didn't understand what was haunting him.

"I don't understand Eliot?" she asked him, driving back to their hotel after their discussion in the park. He wasn't really in the mood for talking but he indulged her.

"What Parker?"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"I just like to keep things to myself."

"Why?" she asked with the impatience of a child.

"Just because."

"But I don't get it Eliot." she said and he pulled the car over out of frustration

"Regrets collect like old friends Parker. Friends you don't want." He said, trying to explain it in a way that she might understand. "I can never leave that past behind Parker but you should know that given half the chance, I'd take it back."

"But why would you work for him in the first place?" she asked softly

"Id've been damned if I did and damned if I didn't Parker, it's as simple as that."

"Okay," she said and Eliot pulled the car back onto the road. They drove in silence the rest of the way.

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