After the funeral they had moved to a small house on large property; a different state, a different house and, hopefully, a new start, although Eliot was doubtful. Abby was handling her mother's death fine, which pleased Eliot; any better and he'd be worried she wasn't coping with it, any worse and he'd be worried she might never recover, so to him, fine was good.

"Whatcha drawing there?" He aksed as the seven year old drew on top of the kitchen bench and as he cooked dinner.

"A dinosaur"

"What kind?"

"A t-rex."

"Cool." There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," he said to her and walked to the front door. They banged again; something was off. He unbolted the several locks on the door and opened cautiously.

"Hello Eliot." The voice was slimy and South African; Chapman.

"Abby go wait in your room," he said to her from across the room and as soon as Abby had gone Eliot punched Chapman in the face then kneed him in the rib.

"Easy Spencer, Moreau wants a word," he said as he stood up and straightened his jacket.

"I ain't interested."
"You should be. He'll be here in," he paused to look at his watch. "Five minutes. Oh no, strike that. Here is now." A black sedan pulled up into the driveway; Moreau and two threatening looking men got out.

"Eliot Spencer," Moreau said with a sly smile. "Let's go inside shall we."

"What do you want Moreau?" Eliot asked as he opened a beer; he didn't however, offer anyone else one.

"I'm sure you're aware that Hayley's death wasn't a burglar, although I do believe that the man responsible did take an item or two?" Eliot growled and although he already had his suspicious that Moreau was behind it, to hear him say it was torture. "So, here's the deal Spencer. Three years working for me. You do what I ask, when I ask. And, in turn, we leave your family alone. Well what's left of it," he laughed and Eliot shook his head.

"No way in hell!" He replied and Moreau nodded at his men. The two tough ones from the car grabbed both his arms before Eliot had time to react and Chapman punched him in the ribcage. There was an unnerving crack as his rib was broken. He punched him again, this time across the face; Moreau put up his hand, ordering them to stop and release him. Eliot gasped for air and grabbed his side. Dammit! he swore at himself. He knew he was backed into a corner, and was trying to figure out something, anything, that meant not working for Moreau.

"How do I know you'll keep your word?" He finally asked and Moreau smiled with the knowledge he had gotten what he wanted.

"Because then what leverage would I have over you?"

"Three years?" he confirmed.

"And a very generous salary." There was a pause.

"Fine," He said grudgingly; that was the last time anyone had ever gotten the better of Eliot Spencer

As they left Eliot looked in the mirror at his face; it was going to bruise, badly. He walked towards Abby's room and knocked on the door.

"Abby?" he asked. There was no reply but he could hear her breathing on the other side. He sat down, back against the door and feet pointing out into the hall. "You know everything is going to be okay darling don't you?" No reply. "You don't feel like talking? I don't blame you," he sighed deeply. "You know, my ma died too; cancer." He rubbed his face; he hated opening up like this, it made him feel vulnerable. "I was seventeen and it was scary. I know you're scared too right now but you're not alone. Remember what I said at the zoo yeah? We got eachother and I promise everything is gonna be fine" He heard her standing up from behind the door and he shifted away just in time for it to open.

"Really?"

"Really really," he said as he hugged her.

"What happened to your face?" she asked, seeing the redness on his cheek. "Did the man at the door hurt you?"

"Only a little darlin."

"Can you sing for me?"

"The lullaby? It ain't bed time yet sweetheart."

"No, something different," she replied and he took a deep breath and then, ignoring the agony of the pain in his side began to sing.

"The rain in New Orleans, forgot to end

But the mouths of the people are dry,

And we watch and wait and do nothing but sigh,

And hope everything is gonna turn our right,

But I don't know if it'll be alright.

But I look at you, warm in your dreams

As your mobile dances above

And I think to myself, its a beautiful night

And i know everything is gonna be alright,

Yes now I know it'll be alright."

Before Eliot left for his first 'business endeavour' for Moreau he saw something different. His dog tag's ordinarily hung on his bathroom mirror; he liked to keep them there as a reminder. He stopped wearing them when he retired from the service, picking them up only when her would do odd jobs for Vance. But, today, rather than a dog tag, one of Abby's pendants were hanging up in its place. He stared at it for a moment, not knowing why she put it there. Finally he reached for it and put it on, tucking it under his shirt.

AN- The song above is 'Everything'll be Alright (Will's Lullaby)' By Joshua Radin- a really beautiful song which fit perfectly into the chapter(it was actually added as an afterthought as i was listening to it while editing) FUN FACT! Radin's song 'Winter' played in season 1 ep 2.

I don't own this beautiful, magical song.

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