A/N: Just something that popped into my head. PLEASE REVIEW! Hope you like it if you have an story requests, let me know, I'm suuuuuuper bored!

Everyone was gathered at Nate's house, per usual. Parker was making herself a bowl of cereal, Eliot was going on about how he spent two hours making the team omelets because Hardison was complaining about how hungry he was and then Parker goes and eats some "Cheap ass sugar ball cereal instead of my real food", and Nate was complaining about how the team always seemed to be at his house.

'I feel like Jerry Seinfeld" He complained

"Oh, be quiet, nobody gets your reference" Sophie whined, "If you don't like us at your house, move."

"Move? I'm not moving, it's my house. You move! Preferably to some nice big place with a big kitchen and lots of TV screens and lots of cereal so everyone can go hang out there" Nate suggested.

"Oh will you-" Sophie's witty retort was stopped in its tracks when she spotted it; a lacy black bra Sophie had left on Nate's staircase the night before when things got a little…steam. Only, it wasn't on the staircase where it had been carelessly cast off to the night before. No, now it was in the hands of its discoverer.

"Eliot, how many times have we told you to stop leaving your laundry around Nate's place?" Hardison asked as he held the article of clothing in the air like it was on exhibit. "Nate was just telling us how classy it is and neat and you go leaving your lingerie around!" Eliot bit back a laugh while Sophie turned a deep shade of purple/red.

Nate took in a deep breath. His eyes met Sophie's and she gave him a small nod.

"Ok, I guess it's probably about time to tell you guys. Sophie and I are sleeping together, as you may have figured by the, ah, misplaced laundry." Nate announced.

"Why?" Parker asked.

"What?" Nate responded, confused but parker's odd question

"Why are you sleeping together?"

"Well, when a man and a women love each other very much…" Hardison began jokingly.

Ignoring Hardison's comment, Nate went on with Parker.

"What do you mean, Parker?" he asked.

"What's wrong with her bed? Why does she have to sleep in yours?"

Nate was dumbfounded; Hardison but back a laugh, and Sophie spoke up, explaining the foreign term to parker, who was making this situation very awkward for the involved parties.

"He means sex, Parker. We're having sex." She said bluntly. Eliot looked like he wanted to throw up.

"Oh! So you have sex, and then fall asleep in the same bed because you're right there, so it's easier! I gotcha!" Parker announced.

"Parker, have you never heard the term 'sleeping together'?" Sophie asked.

Parker shrugged. "I don't know! How was I supposed to guess that you were having sex?"

"Maybe the bra?" Hardison suggested

"Wait, if you have sex in Nate's bed and then sleep in it, the why's your bra all the way down here?" Parker asked.

"PARKER!" Everyone yelled. They all seemed to be quite uncomfortable talking about the sex life of their grifter and brains of the operation. Well, all of them except for Parker, who felt the need to keep pressing the concept.

"Sorry! She's confusing me! You guys are so weird!" parker yelled.

"Yeah, Eliot complained, "We're weird…"

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