Greetings, fellow Leverage fans. I just finished all 5 seasons this past week (Thank God for Netflix, am I right?)…pissed that they didn't continue the series. Anyways, this is my first time writing something on Fanfiction in probably a year or two. This is my first time writing a Leverage story, so I hope you all will bear with me! Be sure to let me know if you guys like my story. Enjoy…

"We should never have taken that job, Nate! We were way over our heads and you know it!" Parker yelled as tears rolled down her face.

"It's our job to help people. You know it, I know it, Sophie knows it…" Nate started to say.

"What about Eliot and Hardison?" Parker screamed as Sophie wrapped her arms around her.

Nate wanted to say something, but the guilt was overwhelming. Without a word, he walked out of the room, leaving Parker and Sophie so he could drown his sorrows in the addiction that has plagued him since losing his son all those years ago. Everyone that has affiliations with Nate has ended up dead. The only thing he has left to hold onto is his new wife Sophie and his ex-wife Maggie, who occasionally joined the team on their missions.

Grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels, Nate took his usual drinking spot against the wall, facing the entire restaurant. Luckily for him, the place was empty. He poured himself a drink and started recalling their horrific mission.

Cincinnati, Ohio – Queen City Planes, Inc.

Queen City Planes, Inc. was founded in 1940 at the start of World War II to help allied forces by supplying planes and bombs. It was highly successful until 2002, when founder and CEO Richard McClain III passed away, leaving the company to his sons, Philip and Myles. At first, the company continued to thrive under Philip's control. Profits exceeded into the billions as Queen City Planes, Inc. started to create commercial planes, as well as military planes. Success quickly ceased once Philip stepped down to spend more time with his family. Once Myles took over, production halted, people were being laid off at an alarming rate and reports of stealing and bribery were brought to life. Myles was taken to court, but was never charged. One of the clients that came to LC&A was a former employee for Queen City Planes, an engineer who created plans for a new stealth bomber that could travel three times as fast as a typical stealth bomber, with an attached EMP. Myles caught wind of the plans and bullied his way into stealing them and then having the employee forcefully removed and fired. As any client, they only wanted their things back.

"Eliot…Eliot, come on! Answer me! You've got company!" Hardison yelled.

"What's going on, Hardison? Talk to me!" Nate said as he and Sophie ran down isle after isle of boxes in the apparently abandoned warehouse, connected to Queen City Planes, Inc.

"Eliot's earbud went offline. Parker, where are you?" Hardison said as he frantically typed on his computer in the safety of Lucille 3.0, his mobile command vehicle.

"I've got the plans. I'm making my way to the north end of the building." Parker said as she put the envelope into her backpack.

"Wait, Nate…I've got Eliot on video." Hardison said as he took control the building's surveillance system.

"What's going on?" Nate asked as he and Sophie hid behind a large metal crate.

"He's surrounded by 15 armed guards…" Hardison said as he zoomed in.

Before he could see anything else, the video stopped.

"Nate, I've lost the footage. I'm shut out!" Hardison said as he tried to gain control.

"Damnit. Okay- Parker, is there any way you can make it over Eliot's position?" Nate said as he peeked his head around the corner.

"No, I'm already repelling down the side of the building." Parker said as she gulped in fear.

"Screw it. I'm going in." Hardison said as he slid open his door and rushed towards Queen City Planes, Inc.

"Hardison, no! We need you!" Sophie yelled as she and Nate started to run again.

It was too late. Hardison took out his earbud and headed to the 14th floor, where Eliot was last seen. Floor after floor, Hardison became more and more nervous. Who wouldn't be? He was about to rush into a gun fight, unarmed and outnumbered in hopes to rescue his best friend or die trying. He would take a bullet for every single one of his teammates and they would do the same for him. He shook off the last nerve as the elevator stopped at the 14th floor.

"I'm going to tell you again, you piece of shit. Put your hands on your head and kneel down or I will shoot." One of the guards yelled.

The sound of guns cocking echoed off the walls as Hardison crept along the cubicles.

"I hate guns." Eliot said as he put his hands over his head.

"Shut up and kneel down." Another guard said as he hit him with the butt of his gun.

Eliot fell to the floor, clutching his stomach in pain.

"Now, get on your knees." The first guard said.

Hardison moved into position just in time to see Eliot stumble to his knees as one of the guards walked over and put an M-16 to his head.

"Eliot Spencer- you shouldn't have come here. It's too bad that we have to kill you. We could've used you on our squad." A new guard said. He appeared to be the one in charge.

"Go fuck yourself, Shane. I'd never join you after the shit you pulled in Spain." Eliot said as he spat blood in the man's direction.

The man laughed as he signaled the man to shoot. The man cocked his gun and fired. The sound reverberated all over the halls.

"NOOOOO!" Hardison yelled as he emerged from his hiding spot.

He charged towards the group and tried to take them on one at a time. He managed to knock out on of the guards before getting hit in the back of the head by a rifle.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know, I admire his bravery. Take him away down to the warehouse. I think his leader is down there." Shane said as he walked over to Eliot's lifeless body.

"What a shame. He's one of the better fighters I've had the pleasure of knowing." Shane laughed as he followed the men towards the elevator.

"Nate, what should we do?" Parker said as she rushed over to Lucille.

"I'm thinking…" Nate said as he paced back and forth.

"Well think faster. Look!" Sophie said as she pointed to the elevator door.

Emerged came armed guards, carrying an individual. It was too dark to recognize who they were carrying.

"I need a better look. Sophie, get out of here." Nate said as he kissed her forehead.

"Please be careful." Sophie said as she slowly made her way to the exit.

"Mr. Ford, I know you are in here somewhere. We've got one of your men. As for Eliot, well…his time was up. You have 10 seconds to show yourself or I'll put a bullet in his skull." Shane said with a grin as he circled Hardison.

"10.." Shane started counting.

"He's bluffing"

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5" *click*

The sound of the gun being cocked echoed through the warehouse.

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"Goodbye to you…" Shane said as he pointed his gun at Hardison's head.

"Wait. I'm here, Shane. Let him go. It's me that you want." Nate said as he emerged from behind a crate.

All of the guards drew their guns and pointed them at Nate.

"I don't want you. I just wanted you to see what your actions have cost you tonight." Shane said as he turned back towards Hardison and pulled the trigger.

"NOOOO!" Nate screamed as he watched his friend fall.

"Nate…Nate, are you okay?" Sophie asked as she put her hand on his arm.

"Huh? Oh…no. I'm not okay. I'm drinking again and I'm the reason why Eliot and Hardison are dead." Nate said as he lifted his head up from the table.

I hope you guys enjoyed the intense first chapter. Leave a review. Thanks!