Eliot emerged from the warehouse, his clothes covered with blood and oil. It had been the first time he had used a gun since his last day working for Moreau. He didn't hate guns per say, he just hated who they made him. And he hated the fact that it had been a gun that had taken Hayley's life away

Chapman was dead, so were most of Moreau's men in the city. Good, he though. It'll make it easier to get to Moreau. He had broken into the nearest car he could find and driven over to the airport where Moreau was departing. He was getting out of the car when suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up hastily.

"Bonnano?" He asked worriedly.

"Spencer."

"What happened?"

"Some of Moreau's men took another run at Abby. She's fine. Luckily I was there at the time." Thank God, Eliot thought.

"You know its Moreau?" he asked, surprised.

"I just got given the file. Look, Abby and I are at the police station now, so she'll be safe. Just get this thing wrapped up okay?"

"Don't worry, I will." He hung up the phone and burst through the hangar door running at full speed."You've got one shot Moreau!" Eliot yelled as Moreau pulled a gun out, pointing it at Nate. Then, with a smile, he turned, firing instead at the Italian. Eliot ran forward, intent on tearing Moreau to pieces.

"No. Eliot, NO" Nate yelled as he grabbed Eliot, pulling him back from the plane with Moreau inside. "I've got other plans for him," he said, gripping Eliot's shirt in an attempt to control him. Nate moved to help the injured women but Eliot just stood there, fuming with anger as Moreau's plane began to taxi down the run way. He was going to pay; For everything.

Back in Boston, the first thing he did was pick up Abby. "Thankyou Bonnano," he said. "I owe you one."

"You owe me nothing Eliot, just get Moreau," he replied.

"You're not usually one for our unique methods."

"I am with this guy." He said as Abigail emerged from Bonnano's spare room, carrying her bag. She smiled when she saw Eliot.

"Thank you Patrick for everything." She said politley.

"It was a pleasure AJ."

The car ride back to the apartment was silent; Eliot didn't know what to say. "So, did you save the world?" she asked as he unlocked their front door.

"Almost," he replied. "Why don't we sit down Abby"

"Okay," she said with a worriedly, as she sat down on the couch in the den. He had finally decided to tell her, but he wasn't sure how.

"This job, wasn't exactly a normally job Abs."

"So I figured with the police guard."

"You remember when I left?"

She nodded."You had the same look on her face as when ma died. Same look you had the other day at the cafe actually."

"Well, certain people noticed my skills and I wasn't left much choice in the matter of whether I worked for them or not."

"Why?" she interrupted.

"What?"

"Why did you not have choice? You and ma always told me that we always have choices"

He smiled at her remembering that. At least what he had taught her had stuck. "This was the only choice I could make to do right by my family," he corrected, then paused, not wanting to continue. "Look sweetie, people will use what you have against you. For me, that was my family. I made the choice of leaving you behind 'cus I couldn't stand to see someone else get hurt because of my 'career'".

"Someone else?"

"Honey, don't ask.." he began but was quickly interrupted.

"The truth," she said sternly.

"There was a man, who, like I said, appreciated my unique skill-set. He asked me to work for him, I refused."

"What type of man was he?"

"Is. He is a bad guy. Buy weapons, sell weapons, launder money...get rid of problems."

"That's not very specific," she stated, pressing for more answers. He raised his brow and she realised what he had meant. "Oh," she said simply.

"I said no to several jobs he offered me, but he doesn't like to take no for an answer. Your mother.." Abby's lips opened out of surprise.

"It wasn't a burglar that killed ma?" she asked, staring at the ground.

"He said if I worked for him..."

"So you worked for him!" she interjected as she stood up, arms crossed in an attempt to comfort her self. "You liar!"

"Abby," he began but she interrupted.

"No Eliot! You worked for the man who killed my mother! For how long?"

"A bit less than four years." He replied and Abby just stood there in the middle of the room.

"Four years?" she confirmed and he nodded "He killed her! How could you possibly?" she yelled. "Why!? Why would you ever work for him! Why would you..."

"To protect you!" he interrupted and she froze. "To protect you," he said again, this time softly. "He said if I worked for him he would stay away from you."

"He killed ma to get to you? Why? There must have been hundreds of other people he could go to. Why you?"

"Because I'm good at what I do Abs and he knew that," he replied and the teenager sat down on the couch, running her hands nervously through her hair. "Look, I know things are broken, and I know there's too much left unsaid but all these things, would you rather I didn't try to tell you?"

"I don't know," she said as tears starting falling softly down her face.

"Abby, I am not proud of what I did for that man," he said sternly, "or for leaving you but I did do right by you. You may not like, now I certainly don't, but if there was any other way for me to have done all this, I would have."

"Who is he?" she asked with gritted teeth and Eliot responded, realising there was no use lying to her any longer.

"A man named Damien Moreau."

"Did you get him?"

"No. He's hiding out in San Lorenzo."

"You have to get him," she said as she looked straight at him.

"Abby," he began.

"No. He tore our family apart and do you think we're the only ones? You stop bad people; so stop him."

Eliot was in a better mood than the others expected when he returned to the bar that evening and the team where all confused as to why. The truth was that although their problem with Moreau was far from having been dealt with, being finally able to lay his cards on the table with Abigail had felt good; he was finally starting to get back what he had lost.

They had decided, to Eliot's delight, to go after Moreau in San Lorenzo and, as he was packing his bags, Abby came in and sat on his bed.

"You going after Moreau?" She asked

"Yup."

"Do I have to pack again?" she asked with a forced smile.

"No," he smiled back. "But I've told Bonnano what's going on and he's going to post a few cops around. You should be fine though."

"Cool."

"You still have more questions don't you?" he asked, anticipating her true reason for coming inside.

"Yeah, but it can wait," she replied. She had so many questions, so many things she didn't understand and wanted to know. She had spent most of her life in the dark about her family and she wanted to know the truth.

"So you're okay with what we talked about?"

"No," she said as she shook her head. "But I will be."

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