This takes place after the team took down Moreau, and ACTUALLY layed low for 2 weeks

the team (and you ofc) had just taken down the elusive, Damien Moreau. Yippee for you. You guys decided to lay low and celebrate, back in Boston amd well...you and Eliot got really drunk off beer, things happened. I'm not gonna go into detail, but you two did the THING. Yes, that thing.

Eliot woke up in his bed, shirtless and covered in hickeys. He then looked to you, looking all dishevled and tired, and thats when all the memories of the night before came back to him. He groaned, running a hand over his face. This was not supposed to happen, you're Hardison's (adoptive) sister for God's sake!

"Well shit...-"