A/N: Hi :) this is my very first fanfic and it would be great if you guys could give me some reviews... even if it's just to say how much you hate it. I apologise in advance for all my British-isms and for all of the American-isms I will inevitably get wrong. Sorry this chapter's a bit short, I'm just trying to see whether it's worth continuing.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Leverage crew (and if I did the series would not be ending on Tuesday)
Enjoy... (hopefully)
Parker placed a print-out of a fingerprint on the scanner. The mechanism clunked and she walked into the room triumphantly. She smiled to herself, "There's no way someone could steal my fingerprint; it's on my finger! And even if they could, printing it out on paper wouldn't work because I have superior technology. Some people are so stupid."
"Parker you do know we can hear you?" Nate's voice said, clearly he wasn't pleased with the situation. Parker stopped in her tracks, as she remembered that there were four other people listening to her, inside her ear.
"I do now." She said before giving the room a quick once-over and stepping further into the ridiculously lavish office. She walked towards the wall safe and stopped; it wasn't locked, it wasn't even shut properly. "We have a problem, guys." Parker walked over tentatively, readying herself for the James Bond villain that was hiding round the next corner. She poked her head round, no villain.
"What problem, Parker?" Parker nudged the safe door open more; the safe was empty except for a single post-it note stuck inside the safe door.
Thanks for the files! Have a nice day without them if you can! Loads of hugs love and kisses, A. xox
"Someone's taken the files." She said. She knew the hand-writing and she knew the cheeky condescending writing style, more importantly she knew that the person who wrote it should be nowhere near Boston, let alone her con.
"What do you mean 'taken'?" Nate asked for the third time.
"Nate, there's no files." Parker said, repeating herself. She could never understand why people thought that if they repeated the question they'd get a better answer.
"What, none at all?"
"None. All gone. Zilch. Zero. Nada." She rattled off as many ways as she could think to say 'none'.
"Okay, we get the point Parker." Eliot said gruffly, clearly he wasn't in the mood for the con going wrong. No doubt he'd blame Hardison for something.
"I could probably get them back if you wanted." She said fiddling with the dial on the front of the safe; nothing had been tampered with which was odd, considering the person she'd thought had done it.
"Why didn't you say so?"
"What do you mean probably?"
"Surely if you can get them back they haven't been taken?"
"Why is it always this part that goes wrong? No doubt I'll have to be a Somerset farmer again."
The four people in her ear all started talking at once and Parker gave up. She pulled out her ear piece and shoved it in her pocket. "That's better." She couldn't hear a single thing, the world was silent. Until she rang her friend.
Hardison sighed at the rest of his team that were sprawled across the various pieces of furniture that faced the huge TV in Nate's apartment. "Nate, she took out her ear bud." Nate grumbled to himself. Eliot huffed and sighed. Sophie gave them all a 'This is all your own doing' look. Nate stood up and paced over to his kitchen. He then proceeded to pace back over to his crew when he realised he had nothing to do but wait. Wait for Parker to make herself known to the crew.
A few minutes later, someone let out a deep breath, like someone had taken a great weight off their shoulders. Although it was no one in the room, Nate still heard it loud and clear. "I'll have the files in two minutes, max. Meet me outside?" Parker's disembodied voice said. Nate smiled. Parker hadn't been caught, killed or maimed. She hadn't run off and done anything stupid (as far as he knew) and she had decided to rejoin before stabbing anyone with a fork, jumping out of a building and ignoring them for three hours or so.
So all in all, quite a success.