Author's Note: Fine, I give up and join Fan fiction. A.K.A. Evil plot-bunnies are evil and refuse to let me not play with cherished characters. So enjoy the cause of my suffering and please, if you find something awful about my writing; keep it clean. Don't ask me where this came from 'cuz I don't know!

Somebody's got a secret

Sophie's pregnant. They all know it. They're thieves; they can tell. They just don't know how to go about asking about it. They're scared to find out. Mostly, they're not too certain she is and they do not want to have that particular argument with her. Plus, who's the father? Well, they each have some idea who the father is. Parker firmly believes that he's got serious control issues and is in love with alcohol and power… and Sophie. Hardison believes he likes to play with people's minds, has issues, and has done a stint in prison. Eliot believes he has dark brown hair, blue eyes, is about six foot one, and is a complete idiot. They all agree that his name is Nathan Ford, but don't tell them that. Sophie's pregnant and they know it. They can't quite figure out when the opportunity happened and why on Earth weren't they informed immediately. Parker's had enough. Eliot can tell. She's going to do it. She's going to blow the entire con. She's going to ask the question. Hardison knows she's going to ask the question and he's just sitting there. Why is he sitting there? He's the only one crazy enough to ever stop her and that's because he has this weird crush thing going on with her. Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh, she was going to get cookies. We're good. The con's still solid. They're going to ambush the two later. They were going to do it interrogation style because it was a unanimous vote and they should have told them when it happened. This will be the greatest con they have ever pulled. Nothing will stand in their way. Nothing…

"Is Nate the baby daddy?" Parker asked in a moment of pure and utter foolishness.

…except Parker. Dammit Hardison!

"Dammit Hardison!" I screech aloud because come on he's sitting right there and just lets her.

"What?" Hardison had the indignity to question.

"You were supposed to keep her mouth shut!" I reprimand automatically.

"It's not like I can predict when she's going to say something," Hardison argued back only slightly offended which is just wrong.

"So is he?" Parker asked when it became clear that everybody did indeed know about the maybe that was probably Nate's too.