She doesn't know exactly what Eliot's relationship with Moreau had been. She knows he'd done terrible things for him. And now, after feeling what Eliot had felt, staring him down in front of that swimming pool, she understands a little more. Damien Moreau was dangerous. He was dangerous to his enemies, the people who got in his way. The ones he sent people like Eliot after, to threaten and kill.

But he was dangerous to Eliot in a different way. He might not have killed him. But if Eliot had gone in there alone, if he hadn't had Hardison there, to protect, to remind himself of what was important...

Eliot's voice wavers, but Parker's gaze doesn't. She keeps watching him, and when he answers, she nods once, firmly. There was no other way. Not one that meant Eliot coming back to them safe and sound.

"Okay."

She reaches for him, dragging him close, wrapping her arms tight around him and burying her face in his chest without another word.