Authors Note:

This is my very first fanfiction story. EVER.

Basically I felt that Eliot needed someone. Nate and Sophie. Parker and Hardison. But what about Eliot? No love interest for him? so…. I invented one. However I am into scifi and I got this idea and couldn't help myself. It's not too SciFi, but it does have some special features. Completely unbeta. All mistakes are mine.

I don't own anything. Otherwise Eliot would be mine. Lol

I hope you like.

Chapter 1: We Need Someone New

"We take on clients as usual, but… now we pick out clients that can lead us to Moreau." Nate stated as he took another drink. The team seemed to be okay with this line of action but Sophie still wasn't convinced.

"And how exactly will we be choosing these clients?" Sophie asked "That man is untouchable. You don't even know where to start looking…" Sophie was abruptly cut off with Nate's one word: "Charlie."

The look that Sophie gave Nate was one that the team would not soon forget. She looked at him as if he had just slapped her.

"Charlie…" Sophie slowly drawled "If you could even find…" once again she was interrupted by Nate. "Already did."

Ignoring the glare he was receiving from Sophie, Nate turned to Eliot, "Eliot, I'll pick you up round noon tomorrow. I want you to come along with me to get Charlie."

Sophie snorted, an unheard of thing for the fine lady "You mean you want Eliot for protection in case Charlie decides to beat you up. Again." with a huff Sophie got up from her chair gave Nate one last glare and exited with "Let the record stand I voted against this specific plan of Nate's."

As Nate left shortly after, the remaining three criminals looked at each other in silent contemplation. "Nate's being creepy again." Parker piped up looking at the two men.

"Yeah," Eliot agreed "Only difference is that so is Sophie now. I don't like this." With this typical scowl in place Eliot walked out of the room.

The next day Eliot sat in the passenger seat of Nate's BMW going… actually he had no clue where they were going. But Nate had that 'I need to concentrate or the con will go bad' look on his face, so Eliot thought it'd be best to just stay quiet. About 40 minutes later, Nate pulled into a shop chop.

"A shop chop?" Eliot asked with a hint of amazement. "I didn't even knew you knew where to find one of these." He finished with a small internal smile.

"You underestimate me Eliot. I know where to find a lot of things. Like Charlie for example." Nate replied cryptically.

Personally, Eliot didn't like all the secrecy around this Charlie guy. Especially if Nate had a history with him; a violent history if Sophie was to be believed. As they got out of the car and made their way to the office Eliot noticed all possible exits and usable weapons within reach. As Nate walked in to the office a loud "Nathan Ford. What are you doing here?" was heard. Looking around Eliot realized that the voice belonged to a man in his late 50s; a very large man. Nate however didn't seem faze by him, he simply smiled at the man. "What can I do for you Ford? Not having problems with the Tesla now are we?" the large man continued speaking.

"No, no. cars' perfect. I'm here looking for Charlie." Nate replied just as calm and smooth as ever. Ok, thought Eliot, so this man isn't Charlie. At the mention of 'Charlie' though the humoring smile that had grazed the large man's face evaporated.

"What business do you have with Charlie?" the large man asked.

"No business. At least not yet. Just thought we could go and have lunch together. Catch up. It's been a while." Nate stated, still unfazed by the man or his change in demeanor.

The large man simply 'hmf' and went over to a microphone and clicked over a switch.

"Charlie," the man said and his voice echoed through a loud speaker "you got some company up front. Says he wants to take you to lunch." The man finished with a satirical tone.

Nodding his thanks at the large man Nate walked over to the waiting area and took a seat.

"You want to tell me what all that was about?" Eliot asked Nate. "Not really no." was Nate's simple reply. A back door opened and closed somewhere and then muffled voices were heard in the room that the large man had gone back into. And then silence. A few minutes later the door opened again. Nate got up and Eliot directed his eyes at the now open door and simply stared.

A petit, very petit, red head was walking towards them. Framed with a small smile, long red hair cascading down her back in thick curls and dressed in a short, strapless, green dress that accentuated every asset she had, she swayed her way in her cowboy boots over to the waiting men.

"Nathan Ford." She smiled at Nate "I hear you I'm being treated to lunch today." She said. She had a unique accent, Eliot noted, somewhere between a sultry southern drawl and upscale European. Strange combination, but somehow it worked for her.

"Charlie. It's lovely to see you again." Nate said as he leaned forward and placed a kiss to her cheek. At Nate's confirmation Eliot almost laughed out loud. This was Charlie! Eliot thought. She is what Nate wanted protection from? "Eliot" Nate turned to him "this is Charlie Marlow" Nate introduced "Charlie this is Eliot Spencer."

AN:

Please review. Need to know what you guys think. Have a general idea of where this is going but ideas are always welcomed. Thank you! =)