Their trip to San Lorenzo had gone well. The country was in good hands, Eliot had managed to save an old friend but most importantly, Moreau was in prison. Not just any prison but an inescapable one in a country where the leaders hated Moreau nearly as much as Eliot did; Moreau was never getting out. The night before they left the country, Eliot went down to his cell. It was dark and dingy; an appropriate place for slime-bag like Damien Moreau; the man smirked when he saw Eliot, staring at him through the bars of his cell.

"You..."

"How else did you think this was going to pan out Moreau?" Eliot asked.

"Well I'll tell you this, I never thought you'd be the one to take me down Spencer." He replied, leaning against the barred door.

"How's that?"

"I had you wrapped around my finger. You did every little thing I said, all for her when you should have just let her go. She was a liability Spencer," he said smugly and Eliot grinned in response.

"You see Moreau, that's your problem. You underestimate people," he said calmly, tilting his head. "You didn't think I would ever cross you like this, but I did. Hell, you didn't even think Nate could pull this off but he did. And now you're rotting in prison for it. "

"I have men everywhere Spencer. Do you really think this prison can hold me? Or are you here to kill me?"

"I'm not going to kill you," he replied simply.

"Like I said to Chapman, gone soft."

"Sayin' that I've softened, that's the wrong thing to say. No, I'm not going to kill you because I want you to choke on your lies, to swallow your greed and to suffer, all alone, in your misery,"He said grimply and then looked around at the prison and shook the bars on Moreau's cell door. "And you know, I think this prison can hold you," he said smugly. Moreau looked furious. "Have a nice life Damien," Eliot said as he turned and walked away.

"Do you think you've won?" Moreau yelled. "I still took her from you! I still changed you! I still have that!" Eliot turned as he walked into the elevator.

"You did this to yourself Moreau, and now its over," he said as the doors to the lift closed. He knew Moreau was right in that sense, but right now he didn't care. The thing that had been haunting him for the past 9 years was finally gone.

Eliot was excited the next morning to get home. So excited in fact, he didn't even care that Nate had been drinking. "You're in a good mood aren't you?" Sophie asked him on the plane flight back,

"I'm just glad this thing is finally over. Things can go back to how they used to be," he replied but referring to how things used to be with Abby. "You got any plans for when we get back?"

"Shopping. You?"
"I got some catching up to do."

"That sounds like fun," she said enthusiastically and wondering, in the back of her mind, if it had anything to do with the girl at the hospital; she didn't dare ask though.

"It should be."

A/N- Again sorry for the delay (I think i'm starting to sound a bit repetitive with this =) ) even though its all finished, this chapter seemed short and i wanted to make it longer but, alas, 'twas not to be.

Same old, same old. Reviews =yay (what you don't like, do like, want to see, questions, ideas)!, no reviews=less yay but thanks for reading anyhow.

p.s if anyone has any story ideas or whatnots (especially surrounding this 'verse) please send me a PM, i can't promise anything but it might be good to try.

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