Pretzels: Pardison one shots
1: Parker was walking in Portland, a block away from the micro brewery when she realized something peculiar. A man, who Eliot would say had his shoes laces up too high and had "a very distinctive haircut." was following her. Because of this she called Hardison who was waiting for her in the brewery. "Hello?" a slightly confused Hardison said. "Girl where the he-" she interrupted him "I was thinking about how much I hate pretzels" Parker blurted. Because of this, Hardison was more confused. "Parker... are you ok?" Hardison, now worried asked." No... being followed "she mumbled "what do I do?" Hardison thought for a moment... what would Sophie do? "ok parker," where are you Hardison asked, ready to help his girl. "Coming to brewery now" she hesitantly mumbled. Hardison walked outside looking for the blonde, who for some reason when the thought of her being hurt wiped out his own fears for himself. He saw her and he understood why she was worried. The man was tall, muscular and had a sense of authority. Being a wanted criminal, he has dealt with many types of law enforcement. He pulled on the FBI jacket on from the previous con. He walked up to the man and took a breath. "Sir... why are you following my partner." "Ex-excuse me?" Parker caught on quickly. "yes, yes My name is Special Agent Hagan FBI" The "Agent" walked away quickly. "Parker... why didnt you call Eliot, Sophie or even Nate?" Hardison asked. "I-i only thought of you." Parker mumbled. "Ok Parker, lets get food." "can we get pretzels?" Parker eagerly asked. "I thought you hated them..."