This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you all like it. If you want more, make sure to review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage.
Chapter 1:
"Nate?" The clear voice answered urgently through the phone. He could tell she was nervous and worried. He hung his head a little lower, and took a preparatory breath.
"Sophie, its Eliot." He could hear the pause of dissatisfaction and uncomfortably switched the phone from one ear to the other. He felt the tension through the phone. Without even seeing her, he knew that she crossed arms. He glanced over at Parker and Hardison who sat on the steps a few feet away. Parker leaned forward, biting her lip and Hardison rubbed the bridge of his nose, head drooping down.
The dead silence continued for a few seconds, Eliot knew she was waiting for him. Through all the battles he fought, this was one of the worst.
"It's bad, Sophie."
"What happened?"
"We lost Nate."
Another long silence.
Parker stood up and walked over to listen in on the conversation. She leaned in, pulling Eliot down a little as he turned the phone so they could both hear, not that Sophie was saying anything at the moment.
"Sophie, you there?" Eliot glanced nervously over at Parker who returned his gaze. It had been far too long since she had spoken and he was half afraid she hung up. Without warning-
"YOU ARE BLOODY REDICULOUS!" Both Parker and Eliot jumped back, Eliot immediately pulling the phone away from his ear. Even with the phone arm distance, her voice was loud and clear reverberating like a loudspeaker. Even Hardison looked up at the phone in surprise. "ALL YOU HAD TO BLOODY DO WAS GET ON THE BLOODY PLANE THIS MORNING! HOW DIFFICULT IS THAT? IT'S LIKE YOU NEED TWENTY-FOUR HOUR SUPERVISION! I'M NOT YOUR BLOODY MOTHER!" Eliot and Parker looked at one another, eyes a little wider now. "IF YOU DON'T FIND NATE AND GET ON THE BLOODY AIRPLANE BY TOMORROW MORNING I WILL PERSONALLY COME DOWN THERE AND KILL YOU ALL MYSELF!"
"Soph-," Eliot tried to say something but was cut off again.
"HERE I AM, PULLING A FIVE PERSON CON BY MYSELF. DO YOU KNOW HOW DIFFICULT…NO, HOW IMPOSSIBLE THAT IS?"
"Sophie" Eliot tried again. Parker chewed on her finger nail.
"NO ELIOT SPENCER, YOU DON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD. YOU BETTER BLOODY FIND NATE AND GET BACK HERE BY TOMORROW OR ELSE." Without another word the phone went dead.
The three were silent all surprised by the verbal thrashing they had just received.
"Does she sound more British when she's angry?" Parker questioned. Eliot gave her a look. Leave it to Parker to add something irrelevant to what was already a difficult situation.
"Do you have any ideas Hardison?" Eliot looked over at him expecting a miracle.
"What am I supposed to do with a toothpick and roll of duct tape?" He huffed, flicking his toothpick to the ground.
"Damnit Hardison!" Hardison jumped up from his seat.
"Damnit Eliot!" Both glared at each other.
"Just do some nerdy thing and find Nate already!"
"Oh, you did not just call my gift with technology a…nerdy thing."
"Well, that's what it is isn't it?" Eliot glared at him.
"Guys stop it." Parker whined. Hardison ignored her.
"Oh, well, why don't you just go punch something; I mean, that's your thing right?"
"I hope you have a robot or geek squad member coming to rescue you, because you are really going to need some help when I get a hold of you."
Hardison stood up a little taller, pulling his fists in balls and bouncing back and forth like a nutty boxer urging Eliot to 'bring it on'. Eliot didn't move. The edges of his lips twitched into a smile that only Parker caught and he motioned Hardison forward.
Parker rolled her eyes. "We are in so much trouble."