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“Hey, Eliot,” Amy said, poking her head into the kitchen, “There’s a guy here to see you.”
Wiping his hands on a towel Eliot turned to face her, “Oh yeah? What guy would that be?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen him before. Sounds like he’s from California or something? He seems a bit… odd.”
“Odd?” Eliot’s expression soured.
“He knew things about me that I… have no idea how he could have done.”
“I’ll check him out,” Eliot growled, pushing past her.
He went up to the bar and sat on the stool next to the man Amy had indicated, “What are you doing here, Shawn?”
“Came to see my favourite cousin, of course,” Shawn smiled winningly at him.
“How’d you find me?”
“Once I started looking it wasn’t hard. Stuff online disappears pretty fast but that just made me think you didn’t want to be found. So I took everything I saw about you even tangentially as true and it led me here.”
“That… isn’t supposed to be possible.”
“You know me, Eliot. I don’t limit myself to what’s technically possible. Dad saw to that. He said you’re to come over for Christmas, by the way. And that it isn’t an offer you can say no to.”
“Shawn…”
“We thought you were dead. For years. When really you’re a…” Shawn lowered his voice, “You’ve been some sort of mercenary and now you co-own a brewpub.” His tone went back to normal and he sipped his drink, “The least you can do is go fishing with dad.”
Eliot sighed deeply. There was no real chance of arguing with Shawn, somehow he always ended up getting his own way.
“Fine. I’ll come back for Christmas,” he relented, “How’s Gus these days?”
“He’s good. Works doing… pharmaceutical stuff. And helps me with my business.”
“Yeah, I heard about your business,” Eliot said wryly, “How’d you end up as a psychic detective when you’re not actually psychic?”
“Long story,” Shawn shrugged, “It was that or getting arrested for being able to deduce thing. Being psychic was easier.”
“Yeah well… so long as she doesn’t find out,” he nodded vaguely over to where Parker and Hardison were on the other side of the bar. It looked like a client meeting.
“The blonde?” Shawn asked, looking over, “Why?”
“She doesn’t like psychics. She’d just stab you in a fork before finding out even you know it’s fake.”
“…good to know,” Shawn said, turning back to Eliot, “So what happened? Why’d you disappear on us?”
“Dad… found out I was into guys. So, I joined the army and never went back.” He said simply.
“You know your dad is a total loser, right?” Shawn nudged his cousin with a friendly elbow, “And when my dad finds out that’s the reason he got told you’d died he’s absolutely going to go kick all their asses.
Eliot laughed, “Yeah I don’t doubt that. That’s not the only reason I didn’t come back though. What I do is dangerous, I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Real cute. But you’re not getting out of Christmas, no matter what you say.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Now shut up and drink your beer.”
Shawn smiled, “Good to see you again, Eliot.”
“Yeah. You too, Shawn.”