AN: The following was created as part of challenge assignment of leverageland where I am a member of Team Hacker. In this challenge I had to create an original character to fit within the Leverage universe by giving them a name, story, and icon/sig banner.

Since I can't include the icon or sig banner I made for this challenge you'll just have to picture Reegan as having Orlando Bloom's face.

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Sophie swore under her breath.

"Is there a problem, Sophie?"Nate's voice asked in her ear.

"What was that, Ms. Jernigan?" Eldred asked.

Sophie smiled sweetly, and poured more into her Southern drawl. "Now, now, Mr. Rettig, I told you to call me Renee, didn't I?" She gave a little laugh. "I said I need to freshen up a bit in the ladies' room before we head to lunch."

"In that case you must call me Eld. Mr. Rettig was my father."

"'In that case you must call me Eld...' Oh somebody please get me a barf bag 'cause I'm about to lose my gummy frogs."

"Hardison!"The hacker's commentary and the three other voices scolding him for it, made Sophie wish she could pull out her earpiece. But as it was all she could do was keep her smile sweet as honey and give the jerk in the expensive suit an answer that was just as sweet.

"Of course, Eld. Now would you be a gentleman and point me in the direction of the ladies' room?" Eldred thankfully obliged her but she had to strain to listen to him over the gagging noises she knew Hardison was providing. Once she was around the corner and out of earshot from Rettig she said, "Nate, we have a problem."

"What?"

"Reegan Jamison is here."

"Oh son of a..."

"Who?"Hardison asked.

Eliot supplied the answer before either Nate or Sophie could. "He's a grifter, one of the best in the business outside of Sophie, 'cause he's young and has a face the women he goes after seem to find irresistible."

Rather than ask how Eliot knew Jamison, Nate focused on the problem at hand. "Sophie, does Jamison know you on sight?"

"Yes, he does."

"Do you think he's seen you?"

Sophie stopped cold in her tracks. "Yes, he has." Jamison was standing out the ladies' room, leaning against the wall with arms crossed and self assured smile on his face.

"Ah Sophie Devereaux. It's been a long time." His smile was a charming as hers had been sweet earlier.

"Not long enough I'm afraid, Jamison."

"I thought you were working in Europe these days." Reegan replied.

"He's fishing, trying to find out why your working Rettig,"Nate supplied.

"Oh really, Reegan, you should make more of an effort to keep up to speed. I go wherever there's a rich wanker I can talk into giving me their money."

"And Eldred Rettig would certainly qualify as such."

"So would Gretel too, I gather?" Sophie retorted, noting Reegan couldn't quite hide his snort of amusement. "In any case, I don't care whatever you're trying to scheme her into giving you. You stay out of my business, Reegan, and I won't get into your orblow your cover."

Reegan nodded. "Agreed, and now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."

Sophie watched him leave. "I don't trust him, Nate. Parker, are you ready to move?"

"As soon as the office is empty."

"In that case I'd better go have lunch with Eld." Sophie smiled as she heard Hardison make gagging noises again.