I am still writing the Suits story this just came to me and I havent been able to get it out of my head.

Yeah I'm totally stealing Leverage, I don't own it and I figured it'd be more appropriate than asking.

and italics are for flashbacks which this story is mostly taught in.


"So what are you looking for?"James Sterling looks at the girl who spoke, she's small with blonde hair and an even smaller black bikini with big bug eyed sunglasses covering most of her face. "It's not like your being discreet you are in a suit sitting by a pool after all." James merely remains silent, he's already made the mistake thinking that the girl was asleep and now all he wanted to do was make sure she wasn't a threat. "Seriously, what is it, big boobs, small boobs, red heads or brunettes?" she's grinning as he sits in silence, even he admitted he wasn't an average seventeen year old, but he still listened to Metallica and tried to chat up pretty girls, he defiantly didn't sit around sleazy motels directing random men to the prostitutes of their likings. "I'd offer you a blonde but the last one OD'd a few days ago and you don't seem like the type that would deal with meth mouth."

"You're a blonde." Truefully it wouldn't be the first time James saw a child prostitute and she defiantly wasn't the youngest one he's seen, after all drug addictions are costly to feed.

"My services are a bit out of your price range sweetheart." However he's never met one with such an ego.

"I have six dollars." The girl's eyes narrow and she goes to open her mouth but he's already written her off as a drug addict runaway seeking her next fix. "Heroine, it's your drug of choice isn't it?" he grabs her hands ready to pull her fingers apart to find her injection sight and prove his point. "You inject between your fingers or toes so no one see the track marks." Her face is red like really red but he can't stop himself. "So don't go lying to me, when you'd probably swallow for an extra couple of dollars."

Nathan Ford could not contain his laughter when Sterling came back to the hotel, boy was it a sight to take in. "You're informant never showed up." The blonde haired young man grumbles walking over to the fridge pulling out a cold beer.

"Really because that black eye you're now sporting looks like you probably pissed her off." Sterling cracks the beer and takes a sip before holding it up to his eye. "Did you call her a prostitute or a drug addict? She doesn't appreciate that." Nathan is still grinning remembering back to when he made that same mistake, which is why he didn't warn his partner, he did need to be knocked down a few pegs.

"That little girl is your informant." The blonde is now glaring at the slightly older brunette man, a little warning would have been nice after all he was expecting someone taller or stronger, or older, not some small blonde girl that probably dropped out of high school and smokes a mass amount of pot. "How exactly would she have any information on the stolen Degas?" the doubt was evident in his voice the videos at the museum showed two bulky men with semi automatic weapons entering and clearing the area before swiping the painting, while the girl in question may pack a punch she didn't seem like the type to get mixed up with those types of people.

Of course Nate is leaning back in his chair grinning, when Sterling first was hired at IYS insurance he seemed unstoppable solving every case handed to him without much trouble, but the stolen Degas had been alluding him for the past six months and it has been quite comical to watch him finally fail. "Because she's the forger who made the replacement Degas."

If Jim was drinking anything at that moment he would have spit it out, he was really starting to think Ford sent him to that hotel to waste his time, not to meet someone who was actually involved in the crime. "If you already know she's the one who made the fake why haven't you arrested her yet?"

"She's smart, never signs her work." Ford nods his head going over all the paintings the he has tried to link to her over the past three years, the fact that he still hasn't gotten her name wasn't any help either. "She's a rather good informant, plus she called me on this one, she never really liked people hurting others; I only passed her off to you because it's not my case." James grumbles some inaudible curse towards the brunette man clearly not happy. "I'd bring her flowers when you go to apologize to her tomorrow."

"I am not bringing that little seventeen year old trollop flowers." James finishes the rest of the beer before taking out another one and replacing it over his eye, he also was not apologizing for a comment that she rightful deserved.

"She's fifteen and you will if you want any information from her." This time Sterling did spit out his drink.

"WHAT?"

It took a week for Sterling to track down the forger, and really it was more like he stumbled upon her by chance. He did go back to the motel the next day and begrudgingly he did bring flowers but he had a sneaking feeling he really pissed her off because she was nowhere to be found. "Okay so you aren't a prostitute and you don't do drugs but was it really necessary to punch me in the face?" Jim takes a seat next to the girl in the booth she's sitting in effectively blocking her from being able to leave.

Calmly the girl places a marker in her book before resting it besides her out of James view. "I don't know was it really necessary to be that rude Jimmy." She blinks innocently and stares at him for a second, when did she learn his name?

"Do not call me Jimmy," he leans in closer trying to intimidate her, after all he had a good few inches on her and he was seven years older than her it shouldn't be that hard. Her only response is to tilt her head to the side and softly smile at him, she was not a normal fifteen year old, but how long did Ford say he was chasing her? "And how is it that you have my name but I don't have yours?"

The girl just smiles brushing some of her short blonde hair behind her ear only to have it fall back into the exact place it was. "Well Jimmy," he visibly cringes when she says Jimmy, normally people we're smart enough to not call him that more than once but this girl was pushing her luck "I'm a criminal." She whispers the last part before she ducks under the table effortlessly coming out on the other side of the table. "Good luck." She's out the door before he can respond leaving her book behind.

'Watership Down' was what she was reading; when James picks up the book two cards fall out. One was James Sterling's drivers licenses itself, which he's guessing she must have stolen last week because there was no way she managed to do it then and the other card had "Do not be gentle." written on it, flipping over the card there was the name Gabriel Kloping with a phone number. Maybe he was starting to like this girl after all.

PRESANT

"Sam! Sam, Sam Ronson stop!" A man grabs the arm of a tall thin brunette swinging her around to face him; The girl, Sam looks around the airport quickly checking to see if anyone is watching

"That's a very dangerous name for you to call me." Sam calmly says to the older man as he releases her arm. "Considering that girl has been dead for over twelve years now Nathan Ford."

"I haven't seen you in twelve years now." Nate hugs her close to his chest, the girl tenses this isn't quiet what she expected from the former insurance investigator that used to chase her. "You realize the last time I saw you, you were falling out of a three story window, before being stuffed into the trunk of a car." He pulls her hair in shock, it's grown much longer then he last remembers and she's a brunette now. "You're all grown up, look at you." Nate spins her around as the four people he has been traveling finally catch up to him.

"Tokyo, I sent you a Christmas card that year to let you know I was alive." He hugs her again twelve years has been a long time especially someone he basically watched grown up.

"Yes of the Caravaggio you stole."

"Allegedly." Both Nate and the girl are grinning at each other, exchanging some kind of message.

The brunette in the group of Nathan's flinches slightly at how happy he seems to be around the girl, considering a second ago he was grumbling about the last almost botched job. "Nate, it's very nice and all that your friend is not dead, but maybe we can take it to a place a bit more private?"

"I have a few hours before my flight if you want to grab a drink." Sam says smiling, she misses the four others flinch at the word drink. "And please call me Andi."

"So you're another one of the people Nate chased back in his insurance days." The small blonde haired girl asks leaning across the table looking real close at Andi. "Do you want to steal a painting with me?"

I toothy grin stretches across Andi's face, the waitress just walked away with their drink orders and those are the first words out of Parker's mouth "I'd love to!"

"But you're not going to." Nate quickly tacks on causing both of them to pout, Sophie the brunette lets out a small laugh, she was no longer felt threatened by the girl, and Nate's happiness was nothing more than happiness of seeing an old friend. In fact Nate's body language showed him more protective then possessive of this Andi and if what he said about the last time he saw her was when she was falling out a window she could understand that.

"Its okay I got out of the theft business of few years back anyway." Andi waves off Nate's comment offering an apologetic smile to Parker. "Plus I make a lot more money selling people my forged passports anyway." The waitress comes around placing every ones drinks on the table.

"Oh, now you're not telling me you forge US passports." Hardison, the lanky black man says shaking his head at her, "There's just no way with all the holograms and dyes they use, it's next to impossible."

Andi smiles and cocks her head to the side before producing a United States passport. "I need that back; Interpol is going to be arresting someone by that name today.

Hardison goes to grab the passport but the man with the long hair manages to grab it first. "Andrew Harris, this is a guy's passport." The picture in the back did look similar to Andi but the hair was cut much shorter and the man's eyes were brown not blue. "You're not very reliable if Interpol already managed to burn one of your client's passports."

Parker quickly yanks the passport out of Elliot's hands. "I'm just making sure a very bad man goes away for a very long time." Nate chuckles lightly as the passport gets handed off to Sophie over Hardison's protests.

"Is this a sibling of yours, you look quite similar?" Andi sits and grins while Sophie looks between the picture and the girl before Hardison does manage to take it from her.

"That's because it is me." The whole group minus Nate looks at her waiting for her to explain. "It's a trick I picked up when I was younger; it took Nate years to figure out that Samuel Ronson had a vagina." Andi plucks the passport from Hardison and removes the bindings from it. Producing another identical passport, a sewing needle, and some thread she begins to switch and sew the stamped pages into the other passport. "Plus there's way more men that are compotation."

"It took both Sterling and I years to figure that out." Andi's eyes twinkle at the sound of his name, no one in the group misses it. "And it only took us so long to figure out because you never hit puberty even now." Nate was right Sam never had curves; she was always straight up and down, androgyny was her specialty.

"I signed all my work," Sam flips through the passport lightly checking to make sure everything is in order. "You guys just suck" The girl smiles to herself as everyone else laughs.

"Coffee." It's been two years since Jim saw the girl that helped him find the stolen Degas, but he was sure it was her, she still sported her eye length blonde hair and she was still small maybe a few inches taller but that was it. She takes the cup but eyes it suspiciously as he takes a seat next to her catching a peak of the Renoir she's been sketching before she closes her sketch book.

"Jimmy!" yeah this is defiantly her, after all only she seems to have the nerve to call him that. "What do I owe this pleasure?" she's smiling at him like there old friends, but she has yet to bring the cup to her lips. "Did someone steal something?"

James or Jimmy as she feels the need to call him glares at her, she only shifts to get a better look at him her hands lightly tugging the bottom of her sundress down to her knees when it rides up. "Yes actually the Renoir you've been sketching."

James gives her a smirk, there's no way she's here by coincidence, his suspicious are fortified by the absolute faked shocked look she puts on her face. "Really, who could have done that?" she taps her pen to her lips. "I never would have guessed, it looks so real!" she smells the coffee he's handed her before setting it between them. "Do you have any leads?"

He ignores her question, because he just got here an hour ago and when he saw her sitting there actually sketching the stole painting he felt like he won the jackpot, Nate was wrong about this girl being smart, but then again she wasn't drinking the coffee. "Do you really think I would drug you?"

"Do you eat candy strangers give you?" she blinks her big blue it's actually an honest to god question but Sterling still takes it as an insult picking up the cup and taking a drink. "Fine, I didn't mean to insult you." Grabbing the cup from his hands she takes a big gulp before placing it back down. "You know for a twenty four year old you'd think you'd be less sensitive."

James smiles as she slumps over, quickly he leans over and regurgitates the contents of his stomach being at least a hundred pounds heavier he expected her to pass out quicker than him which is why he took the chance of sipping the coffee, she was initially right he was the type of person to drug someone.

The girl awoke to shouting in the next room, currently she was handcuffed to a chair in what looked to be an office, the clock only read half an hour later so he couldn't have taken her far. Maybe she was still in the museum. "No James you don't get it you don't have proof!"

"What are you talking about Ford." The girl gets up using the chair she's hand cuffed to, to steady herself while the last remaining fuzziness in her head dies down. "She was at the Renoir SKETCHING the painting, the day after it disappears, she did it."

"I'm not saying you're wrong, I'm saying you have no proof." The girl sticks a bobby pin into the lock on the hand cuffs, she frowns in frustration at the rate of her hands the drug has yet to wear off completely. "So she was sketching the Renoir, there's fifteen other paintings sketched in here and all of those are accounted for Sterling." When the handcuff around her wrist pops off she goes to the window to look out. It's defiantly too high to jump from.

"I have proof, look I have her sketch book it's covered in her finger prints and she even signed it with a daisy, all we have to do it find the signature on the painting, and we can link it to her." There are no vents in the room and it looks like the only way out has two people arguing in front of it.

"I've been trying to catch this girl since she was thirteen, she has yet to sign her work why would she start now!" Nate was not happy, it was one thing to hold someone for interrogation but this was literally kidnapping if they didn't have any proof.

"Because this was the first painting she stole!" The girl pauses in her search of the office he hit the nail on the head for that one was she that obvious? "I'm serious Nate, every other forgery you think belongs to her the camera's show multiple people switching them out, this painting was switched in transport, by what's assumed to be one person who's small enough to fit through the window into the back of an armored car. The forgery is hers and so is the crime."

"Time to go." The girl quietly says to herself before picking up the chair she was formally handcuffed too and tossing it through the window.

Nathan is about to respond when he hears the sound of glass shattering, both him and Sterling exchange a look before rushing into the room she was still supposed to be out for another hour.

Both men run to the window, searching for the girl below. The girl in question is plastered to the wall next to the door and runs out just as they turn around. "I'll take the stairs you get the elevator maybe we can cut her off." Nate says taking off after the girl, boy was she resourceful.

The winding banister around the stairs doesn't help the blurriness in her head but it did get her down the stairs and out of the museum before the boys caught up. "Better luck next time." She says blowing them a kiss from the window of the taxi she is in.

"You signed that painting Samuel R not with a Daisy." Nate says taking a sip of his seltzer water, Andi wonders when he stopped drinking, but knows better than to ask the question.

"Contrary to what James might have thought I was not going to bring evidence to a crime scene."

"Sterling." Elliot sheaths remember back to the time Sterling pulled the same trick on him, the next time he saw that guy he was going to beat him trice as hard for that.

"Trust me," Andi picks up both of his hands in hers "don't worry about it." She still sports the grin of a child even if she's probably in her thirties but then again she never quite grew up. "You should have seen his face when I gave him a poster of the Renoir for his birthday."

"Signed with a Daisy!" Nate interjects smiling at the memory.

"You got the bastard that drugged you a birthday present?" Hardison says in shock, "I've sent the occasional birthday email to some of the people trying to track me down, but only the nice ones."

Andi grins as Nate starts the story she's never been able to resist not tormenting Jimmy, it was always too much fun seeing his reactions.

"Smile Jimmy it's your birthday." A girl with short blonde hair says pulling a chair to the table sitting down and placing a package in front of the birthday boy. The look on Jimmy's face clearly says he will not be smiling anytime soon.

"Oh Jim, how can you not smile when Daisy here came all this way to give you a birthday gift after you were so mean to her." Jim's only response is to glare at Nate, they ran the girls finger prints but nothing came up so they settled on calling her Daisy. Well Nate settled on calling her Daisy, he had a few shorter choice words that he preferred to call her himself.

"Daisy?" The girl turns to the brunette as James decides now is probably a good time to finish his drink and order another one, "That's a Nathan Ford nickname isn't it?" Jim signals to the waitress to bring him two more, "That's because Jimmy over here wouldn't use anything that nice for me." When the waitress sets down the two glasses, Jim proceeds to push one towards the blonde, she doesn't seem to be moving anytime soon so he might as well extract what information he can out of her. "That's very sweet and all, but I'm not drinking anything you ever give me, ever."

Nate laughs, and passes her his drink before taking one of Sterling's extras, understanding what he's trying to do. Daisy eyes her glass suspiciously probably having some inkling to what they are trying to do, just because she was still in her teen years did not mean anything after all if she was an average teenager Nate would have caught her a long time ago.

"Jimmy won't drug you now, there's no paintings missing." Jim chucks his drink, still full at Nathan's head, she only gets away with calling him Jimmy because he had a good feeling she was still a minor, though he swore the day that girl turned eighteen he was going to punch her teeth in if she dared call him Jimmy again. "I'm just going to leave you two alone. Play nice" Ford quickly exits going to sit at the bar, he crossed the line when he called Sterling Jimmy, but he really couldn't help himself.

"That wasn't very nice." Jim takes the glass Nathan left at the table and places it in front of him after he takes a health swig of it.

"Says the girl who gave me a black eye when I first met her."

"You called me a heroine addicted prostitute that sucked dick for six dollars," Jim chuckles a bit, he might have called her that, "be happy I didn't hit lower; now open your present I have a flight early tomorrow."

Jim is smirking a bit, he really did read the girl wrong the first time he met her, and probably the second time but he was not underestimating her this time. Slowly his fingers break the seal of the paper, he was going to throw out the gift thinking that there was a good possibility it was a bomb but James was sure this girl was just a bitch not suicidal. "A poster?" well he certainty wasn't expecting that.

"Of the Renoir you think I stole!" there's laugher coming from the bar clearly Nate was listening "I even signed it with a Daisy because I know how disappointed you were when the signatures didn't match up." If looks could kill the one Jim was sending her would have knocked her flat, "Happy Birthday Jimmy!" Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek she exits the bar, Jim quick to follow, screw waiting til that girl was eighteen he's knocking her teeth out now.

"You know that case is still open." Jim manages to catch up with her a few buildings over as she's climbing the fire escape, he grabs her leg pulling him down on top of him. "That poster is an admission of guilt you know." He doesn't think she did it, after all they did found a signature of a Samuel R not a daisy, but there was a good chance she knew something.

James has a good grip with his arms wrapped around her, she's still struggling and she is quite strong but the sheer weight difference between the two give him the advantage, plus the fact that both his arms can fully wrap around her doesn't hurt either. "Really I was giving a friend a gift for his birthday!" She swings her legs as much as she can still struggling Daisy was the wrong nickname to give this girl, her hits hurt. "You still have nothing on me!"

Flinging his right leg around both of hers Jim effectively cut off all struggling this girl was making, she was right he didn't have anything on her, and chasing her was a rash decision he wouldn't have done if he hadn't been drinking and if this girl just wasn't so good at getting under his skin; how Ford could deal with her constantly alluding him was just plain nuts. Though just because this girls guilt couldn't be proved in court didn't mean he was releasing her, at least not until she calmed down, she would hit lower this time he was sure of it. "Okay fine you didn't steal the Renoir, how about the Monet that went missing?"

Daisy's struggling stops at that moment, as she looks up at her captor. "How long did it take you to figure out that was stolen?"

Jim looks at the girl he has in his arms, she's looking at him with slight puzzlement how long had that painting been missing? "How do you know it was stolen?" did she have fakes floating around with people still thinking that they're the real deal, and if so how many, this was not looking good for either him or Nate.

James releases one of his arms to grab the fire escape and pull both of them into a sitting position before wrapping it back around her, no matter how light she may be it was not fun lying on the metal grate of the fire escape with someone on top of you. "I'll tell you if you let me go."

He lets out a little laugh and actually messes up her hair a little bit; at least she doesn't give up. "Now you're the one underestimating the other if you think I'm just going to do that. Daisy." Jim tacks on Fords little nickname for the girl because really, she doesn't seem the type to like something so disarming and childish.

The snorting and shaking of her head is all James really needs to confirm his thought "I didn't steal it." Loosening his grip he holds her out, she defiantly had to be lying.

"Wha-" The blonde pushes him against the railing of the fire escape her mouth on his, her tongue roaming the contours of his mouth. Jim is motionless he was not expecting this, what he really wasn't excepting was how good her hands felt as they roamed his body, the thing he least expected was her working her legs free from his only to straddle him and run a hand through his hair, while her other hand ran somewhere along his belt line.

"Or maybe I did steal it." Jumping back and off of him she gives him a little wave with the handcuff key wrapped around her ring finger. "But I'd start looking for a guy by the name of Ronson."

Sliding down the two latters the girl is out of sight before Jim even realizes she's managed to cuff him to the fire escape.

"So that's how he got stuck to that fire grate, he never did tell me, he just kept calling you a bloody little trollop every time I brought it up." Nate's shock is the first to fade though Andi is sure he already had few ideas about what transpired between the two of them. "You know he spent three hours up there before I found him."

"You should have stabbed him when defenses where down!" Parker screams slamming her hand on the table, Andi looks a bit surprised, while Nate shakes his head and the others nod in agreement.

"Three hours? No wonder why he was all prissy with me the next time I saw him." Andi laughs and stirs her drink before bringing it to her lips and taking a sip.

"You describe him almost killing you as prissy."

"Oh now guys don't look at me like that I don't think he knew I couldn't swim." The stairs from the four others don't wavier in the slightest, "He jumped in after he realized?" Andi offers with a shrug.


Til next time