This will be a one shot story by the time im finished, just got half though and realised I wanted to get it off my hard drive and out there so I can focus on the essay due in, in 4 days time, so after that will finish this off, just love the idea of these 2 having a bit of a past, its a few looks they shared in ep1

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Standing in the alley and looking at the 4 people in front of her Sophie was amused to see Nate Ford, and flirty suggestive past made her interested to join the group, but glancing at the other 3 one caught her eye and made her smile thinking of a hot steamy night she had shared with him a few years before.

It wasn't until they were sat in Hardison's flat that she realised he remembered it too, a little flirty look between the two of them, it didn't go unnoticed by Nate, but he put it down to bragging not a past between his Grifter and Hitter.

Sophie was staring at Eliot, last time she saw him, his hair was much shorter and he didn't have a scar across his lip, but he still had the naughty glint, in his ice blue eyes, which he showed now. She remembered how he tasted, and how his body felt under her fingers. How he charmed her and she let it happen, one night off from being a grifter, one night of from being who she was, and now she had to work with him, this was uncomfortable.

Eliot looked at Sophie, this was going to be fun, he thought, still a one off job with someone he had a one night stand with, well a weekend with, not that he told her his real name, or job, she was a bit of fun in-between jobs. And now her he was with her wanna be lover, being the man calling the shots, this would be fun. Thinking about it he wasn't shocked she was a grifter given her skills in pleasuring men, he kicked himself for not realising it at the time.

After the briefing the group returned to get their own stuff for the next few days, Eliot spoke to Nate for a few minutes after the rest left, he walked out of the door pulling it shut behind him, and was suddenly slammed against the wall.

Natural hitter instincts kicked in, but he resisted them, knowing for well who it was

"Sophie!" he grinned, "Round 2 or warning me not to tell your boyfriend that I know what makes you scream?" his hands around her waist, smiling a teasing smile. She looked far from impressed, and rather out of control for a grifter. Her hands were on his shoulders, forcing him against the wall, and she was starting to feel very undecided about what to do. This was far from good. She realised she was staring at his mouth and starting to lean in, he was looking bemusedly at her, challenging her silently to a game of chicken

Flash back 3 years before

Eliot was sat at the bar, having a few days off before he would start planning his next job, it was nice too just be himself for a bit, he had a beer and was watching the band on the stage, they were a decent enough country band, not overly his taste, but it was nice to chill out for a bit, he had considered pulling a random girl for a one night stand, but decided he couldn't really be bothered, he just wanted his own company for a bit. He also was aware his body needed to heal, a few too many punched connected with him this time, and bruises needed to heal.

Sophie walked into the bar, she was dressed in a stunning black floor length dress, far too formal for this bar, but she had just finished a highly stressful job and badly wanted to blow off stream with what she would consider "a bit of rough". So far from the normal type she would have wine and dine and seduce her, well they thought they were seducing her, she smiled to herself amused at what men believed was their own choice when around her. Rich educated men started to bore her after a while, she just wanted someone she didn't need to impress who wouldn't ask too many questions.

All eyes were on her as she walked in, she knew it, she was stunning, perfect, and her brown hair styled, wavy, not a hair out of place, her make up flawless, the right height heals to make her posture attractive to men in all the right ways. She smiled a confident smile, here would do, was nice and secluded mostly working men with an interest in chilling with a band or a friend, not a sweaty pick up joint.

She looked around the room to find her victim, a few men caught her eye. She started to discount them, too young, clearly married, or in a relationship. Married men didn't appeal too much guilt, and she didn't want to spoil a relationship for the benefit of a few hours of fun. She discounted a number because she felt no attraction to them, then she spotted him at the bar, taking no interest in her, he had shaggy blonde/brown hair, was wearing a baby blue short sleeve T-shirt and blue faded jeans. His clothes were just tight enough to show the contours of his body and to allow a lot to the imagination. He would do nicely she thought and went to sit at a table a little away from him.

Eliot had noticed her walk in but decided not to react, he had seen her sort a lot of times, mostly on jobs, she looked like she was lost, and would cause a scene before too long, she would complain about the lack of lattes or fancy food, and he couldn't be bothered with that type of woman. The waitress approached him, with a whiskey, he looked at her questioning

"It's from the lady in the long black dress" the waitress stated, but he already knew that. He was very aware that women found him very attractive a blessing and a curse, his good looks made him stand out in a room, good for pulling the chicks, not so good when he didn't want to be noticed, so he grew his hair to cover his face when trying to avoid attention. He turned to her raised the glass and smiled, then turned back to the band.

TBC asap