Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage.
Hardison noticed it when he was trying to fix the cable connection.
"What?" he muttered to himself. He went back through the TV log, which told him what everyone had been watching. He was genuinely puzzled by what he saw before him. Wouldn't a laptop be more convent, and private? He wondered who was watching the program. Honestly, he couldn't imagine any of the team…
He couldn't even go through the security camera (even though spying on his friends was wrong, very bad). Everyone knew the code to disengage the recording process. And they had done this when the 'show' was on. He'd have to catch them in the act. He made a note of when the 'entertainment' was on.
Two jobs came right on top of each other, and it was over a month before Hardison could investigate again. It took a few more days of the place to be empty and the program to be on. He quietly snuck back in and sneakily made his way to the main room. He jumped into the room and yelled "Ah-ha!"
"Damnit Hardison!"
"Eliot, I never would have suspected you…" he gestured to the TV.
Eliot scowled. "It gives me ideas."
"I would have thought you already knew everything."
"There's always more to learn."
"What can she teach you?"
"Hey, she's a very classy lady."
"Well, she does have a way with her hands." Hardison wiggled his eyebrows.
Eliot stood up from the couch. "You do not disrespect Julia Child." He stomped out of the room.
The next team meal Eliot cooked was magnificent. Everyone complimented him. And if Hardison's meal was a little burned, only three people wondered about it. One was satisfied by the results, and one was resigned.
AN: I've never written you-think-its-about-sex-but-its-not story before. Or a Leverage fic before Hope you enjoyed!