The Double Mob Job

Chapter three: One of the Youngest and the Best

A/N: If you have voted for this story I would like to thank you, so thank you. It means alot to me. I figured since I had three votes I would write another chapter. I just got a full time job so my updates are really going to slow down. But never fear, I will finsih all my stories, eventually. Please comment and PM me if there is something you would like to see happen.

Chapter Three: One of the Youngest and the Best

Fallon's POV

I don't know how long I sat there in Eliot's lap but it must have been awhile because I was aware of the sun shining in the windows was changing from bright yellow to red to purple. All of the eyes on me made me uncomfortable but I did my best to ignore them. I just clung to Eliot and sobbed. "Sweetheart, it's okay." Eliot was rubbing circles in my back while we were sitting on the couch. Well he was sitting on the couch, I was in his lap. Slowly the room started to empty. Everyone else had left to eat whatever it was that Eliot had made for lunch. I was grateful that I was no longer being watched by everyone.

I was in Eliot's lap with my right arm around his shoulders, my left hand wiping at my face. "You ready to eat something darlin'?" Eliot asked. I nodded, not sure that I could trust my voice. With that he took me down to the kitchen and pulled a smoothie out of the fridge. I took it from him as he passed it to me. "It will help your stomach."

"Thank you," I said taking a sip and delighting in how good it was. "This is wonderful," I said happy to be tasting something so wonderful. I took another sip, taking the time to enjoy the smoothie. Eliot just smiled at me as he found something for his dinner.

"He made the rest of us steak and you're okay with a smoothie? A smoothie? Girl there is something wrong with you!" Hardison said.

"I know there's something wrong with me, tell me something I don't know." I took another sip of the smoothie. It made me feel good; Eliot's cooking had always made me feel good. Eliot was in the corner laughing as he was looking for something more to cook. Apparently someone had eaten his stake.

"But a smoothie, come on girl. Surely you want more than that." Hardison was continuing to ride the issue.

"Hardison," I said exasperated, "I haven't eaten a decent meal in 18 months. All I ate yesterday was A protein bar, and the day before that. I think a smoothie is just enough to start out with. I've been running for four years. High quality food hasn't been at the top of my list to be worried about; I've been more worried about evading my father and brother." I heard my voice rising and took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Whoa, you mean the last time you had a decent meal was when you called me 18 months ago? Why didn't you say something?" Eliot asked crossing his arms across his chest.

"You were already worried enough about me, I didn't want to worry you more," I said looking at Eliot. He was looking at me the way I imagined a father would look at his kid for breaking the rules. "What?" I asked annoyed though I was touched that he did care and worry about me. "I had to make the money I had last. Running all over the country side isn't cheap. I have been avoiding cameras and three months ago I was drawing my brother out to Montana, if he or my father finds out you're here, the shit will hit the fan."

Eliot still had his arms crossed on his chest but nodded conceding my point. I was quickly bombarded with questions from everyone all at once, all talking over each other. "HEEEEYYY!" I shouted. They all fell silent, "too much noise, one at a time please and I may choose not to answer some of you on certain things." I saw Eliot smiling in the corner.

A blonde was the first to speak, "So are you like homeless or something?"

"Something like that," I replied. I learned her name to be Parker; she was the thief of the group. She was definitely 20 pounds of crazy in a five pound bag.

"Why did you spend the last whatever it was running?" Hardison asked.

"Abuse." I kept my answer short and sweet.

"What kind?" the man Eliot had called Nate asked.

"That's what I'm here to talk about."

"Is it bad?" Hardison asked.

"Damn it Hardison!" Eliot said starting to get angry. "She has spent almost four years running from her family, of course it's bad."

Hardison put his hands up showing surrender, "Okay man I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset either of you."

"It's fine Hardison and yes it is very bad. One of things I had to endure was being a hit man for my father. I only took the jobs that were rapists, murderers, and child abusers. The only job I flat out refused was when he asked me to kill Eliot Spencer." I now had everyone's attention.

"You were hired to kill Eliot?" Sophie asked shocked.

"Yeah but I'm not going to kill the man that saved my life and gave me a reason to live." Everyone stared at me. "What?" I asked looking at everyone. I turned to look at Eliot, "Did I say something shocking?" I asked.

"Yeah you kinda did," he replied putting the finishing touches on a sandwich. I guess people weren't used to hearing that Eliot had done some good, even though that was exactly what he was doing now.

"Why did you run for so long when you could've just gone to Eliot?" Nate asked drinking a glass of whiskey.

"I wasn't ready to talk and I had to get the file put together that I sent. That took me almost three years to put together. I can't just share this with Eliot, if you guys are going to help me I need to tell all of you which isn't going to be easy," I said taking another sip of the smoothie.

"How long have you known Eliot?" Parker asked.

"Since I was 10," I replied. I looked over at Eliot, "You want to elaborate on that?" I asked. I wasn't in the mood to talk about it further. He nodded.

"I was 18 when I first met Fallon. I was in the army. Her job was to bring food and water to the soldiers. She would walk 20 miles through jungle and desert one way to bring us supplies twice a day. That's when I started teaching her how to fight and a few other languages. She learned very quickly. I would also shared my food and water with her; she wasn't fed very often at home. After I was out of the army her father hired me to teach her how to fight. She would spend all day with me from sunup till sun down and sometimes she wouldn't even go home. She was being abused even then and she never said anything. She never complained, not once. She later became a hit man under her father's orders," Eliot said.

Everyone was looking at me which was making me uncomfortable. "You were a hit man?" Hardison asked.

"One of the best and youngest," I replied.