A/N:This here is the short epilogue I thought would set us up for the next season to come... It's starting on June 26th and there's a season premiere two hour event on the 20th... I can't wait!... So on with it.

Oh!.. don't forget to read the 9th chapter before this because I am posting both on the same day. Thanks again for all your support!... :)

Epilogue

Two months later

Miami, Florida

Nate and Sophie's apartment by the beach was the perfect location for the meeting. They'd all been on their own for the last couple of weeks, Nate and Sophie on a fortnight long shopping trip in Europe, Hardison at some sci-fi convention in LA and Eliot and Parker had spent the weeks touring the sunshine state. Florida had a truly impressive number of beaches and the sun, sand and blue, blue water had helped relax the now tanned and happy couple.

Eliot had made it quite clear that though he'd decided to let it go, he wouldn't quite be able to trust them the same as before, even Parker. And also that they would have to earn his trust back. Nate, Sophie, Hardison and Parker had heaved sighs of relief at the fact that Eliot wasn't leaving them before the hospital room had turned into a little party hall, courtesy of Hardison and a boatload of Orange soda, chips, fortune cookies and tiny little cakes and sandwiches from the bakery that Sophie liked so much that the team had managed to smuggle inside away from the eagle eyes of Nurse Whitman.

Things had run quite smoothly after that, all of them getting out of the hospital as soon as Eliot could be moved. They'd had guards posted outside the room, only letting authorized personnel inside, using his ex-army commander identity to get through the red tape. So they'd gotten out of the hospital as soon as they could and taken a corporate jet to Miami under aliases. Hardison had worked hard at covering their tracks and making sure they weren't followed.

Now, after a month and a half in the sunny beaches of Florida, both Eliot and Parker were back to their old selves, only... better by virtue of each other's company bringing out the best in them. Parker was a lot more normal and trusting nowadays and Eliot was a lot less grumpy and spoke quite a bit more. All in all, it was a good balance that benefited both of them and everyone was happy.

Now that they were all back together at Nate and Sophie's beach house, the mood turned serious. Through the last month, even though they hadn't been in touch with each other, they'd all been on the same mission. Find the guy who'd ordered the hit on them. It had been quite difficult getting information on this guy but they finally had something to go on and that was what this meeting was about.

Nate and Sophie took their seats on the couch while Parker chose to sit crosswise on Eliot's lap, her feet dangling off one armrest of his chair. Eliot had one arm wrapped around her, his other interlaced with hers while Parker's other hand was busy in Eliot's slightly longer, silky hair. The rest of the team had finally gotten used to the spontaneous displays of affection the pair liked to indulge in, especially after they found out that Eliot and Parker were mostly doing it for their benefit, to get them worked up... especially Hardison

"Okay guys... Now this is - Yo... Eyes here. I am talkin here... If you can put off the lovefest for a couple of minutes, we can get along on information on the guy who's tryin to kill us"

The sentence getting progressively louder, as Hardison got more and more annoyed at the apparent lack of response from the thief and hitter who seemed to be in their own little world. Eliot and Parker turned, smirking at the hacker as Eliot quipped

"We gotta get you a girlfriend man... You're so tense nowadays... Relax..."

A poorly concealed laugh from Nate and an amused glance from Sophie later, a fuming Hardison was assured of their seriousness and began his presentation that he'd put together painstakingly form whatever little information they had.

"This is the guy that according to my sources ordered the hit on our team..."

Hardison turned to the team with the remote in his hand, gratified to see that they were all serious and paying attention.

"He is a very elusive figure who, from what I can find out, which is very little by the way, is from Ireland originally. He was born and brought up in the United States, his mother was Irish, father American."

As the pictures changed, Hardison continued

"He seems to be a multi-billionaire from his financials... not much of it available now, I still have to do some more work on that... But from what I do have, he seems to have a lot of fingers in a lot of pies... he's got control of more businesses that Moreau and has more contacts and friends that the Pope himself."

"But get this... nobody talks about him. He's just a shadow of a whisper on the financial markets even though he own more than half of what gets traded everyday. He is probably the single largest owner of businesses this side of the Atlantic."

"He seems to be Harvard educated though I am not able to find any records of him at Harvard Business School, doesn't mean that they don't have any... I just haven't been able to find it that all..."

He continued muttering something about 'stupid filing systems and steam powered computers' under his breath for a minute before continuing

"Last but not the least, his financials are clean... I mean like thoroughly, squeaky clean. Nobody can be that big and be that clean, but I haven't been able to find anything suspicious... no Swiss bank accounts, nothing in the Caymans... nada."

"That's it... that's all we have on this guy?"

"Yeah... That's it for now. I'm still working on it..."

"Good job Hardison... keep digging. I'll also work my sources some more and find out something more about this guy"

"Oh and one more thing... He's been keeping tabs on us for the past six months. You don't wanna know how I know that but I do... But no one's been following us since we left with Eliot from the hospital."

"Okay... so that's one worry off our shoulders for now, but we gotta work fast... no knowing when this guy might catch up with us. We have to get to him before he can get to us. Okay?"

At several quiet nods from the team, Nate appeared satisfied and got up from the couch to go to get his phone. Abruptly, he stopped. Turning to Hardison he asked

"Hardison, What did you say his name was?"

"I didn't... Haven't been able to find out his full name yet. All I know is what is put down on the handful of documents that I've been able to get of him..."

"Well, what is it then?"

"J. Lattimer"

A/N: There. This is it. It's all done. Do you like how I wrapped it up?... Pretty little package containing a sweet little time bomb right?

Review and tell me how you liked it... As always... reviews mean love and merit a hug from Eliot Spencer, hitter extraordinaire ;P

lotsa luv and fortune cookies

Macybear