Do you remember the suitcase Sophie lifted from "lost and found" at LAX during The Mile High Job? Well, maybe it came back to bite her. What with Parker being nosey, and fascinated with the case's contents, anything could happen.

Pairings: Parker/Sophie, Sophie/Nate(break-up)
Rating: M(In Chapters AFTER intro)
Warnings: Slash, graphic sex, bondage, language Not Beta'd
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Vibrations

Introduction:

Normally, after a case, the Leverage office is quiet, well, it's kept to a dull roar. The team usually does a wrap up, has snacks, does their own thing, or, if a game's on, hangs out in the conference room to watch Hardison's giant, multi-panel TV. People even take naps or go home early. Most of these times the offices was, almost, calm. As was the case the night after the Genogro job was completed. Eliot had gone off early, even though it was only five thirty. He had a date to get ready for. Hardison was reinstalling some element of the electro-- He was doing tech stuff. And Parker was sneaking around somewhere, probably the roof. Leaving the only pot stirring to Nate and Sophie:

"Oh, come on," Nate's booming voice bounced off every surface. "Why are making this a big deal?"

"Why am I!?!" A flustered Sophie yelled back, although they were only feet apart. "Why don't you think it's a big deal? It's the time line of our relationship!" Sophie's pitch rose emotionally.

The conversation was similar, nearly identical, to the one the had on the plane except that the gloves were coming off.

"I don't think it's a big deal," Nate was yelling, topping Sophie's voice ten-fold. "...Because I am not a schizophrenic con artist intent on remembering every stupid detail of everything!"

Sophie was quick with a comeback, too quick, as she lashed out a bit when she opened her mouth. "It's NOT stupid details if I think it's import!" Her voice softened within it's decibel. She repeated to her old flame what Sarah Jane had told Tom earlier, "If I was at all important to you, you'd remember these things."

Nate would have defended himself, but Sophie kept talking. "Of course," Her voice was calm and smooth, but with a hint of venom. "Maybe," Something in the way she exhaled just then predicted a scream in the near, near future. ..."If you weren't such a bloody drunk, and drink yourself half to death every damn night, you might be able to remember a few fucking details!" Her voice had gotten louder as she spoke and tears were threatening to spill creating a gloss over the chocolate irises even as she screeched.

"Yeah? Well, at least I know what my weakness is." Nate stated flatly, but loud as ever. His hand grabbed a liquor bottle and he took a swig, not bothering with a glass or to consider how much he'd had already.

"How much have you had today?" Sophie prodded. At this point Hardison stuck his head in the door to see what was going on, but backed away slowly before he was noticed, or caught in the crossfire. This was not the room he's looking for.

Nate took another sip and answered with a gruff, "Not enough for this if you keep talking."

She resisted the urge to slap him and instead just watched him take another sip. She was about to say 'Do you even care that it kills me to see you like this?' when Nate continued his inebriated ranting. "I know if I've had too much. I know what my limitations are." He kept insinuating something, like he was better that her because... Because why?

Finally, Sophie couldn't stand it and asked Nate, "What are you on about?" She took his moment of thought to snatch away the booze bottle, he noticed but he was planning something, his words were important. "What do you mean, saying you know and I don't?"

Nathan Ford is a honest man, he is also a drunk man. Under those circumstances Nathan Ford is a very, brutally honest man. "You have watched yourself act, right?" He laughed.

"Yeah...So?" Sophie shook her head, confused. "Sophie, you are a terrible actress!" He was beyond tact, he was beyond caring how she felt, he was beyond knowing that this woman loved him very deeply. He continued, voice harsh, spiteful. "You can con with the best, but you can not act." He wanted her to go away so he could drink in peace.

Silent tears rolled down the grifter's cheeks. She didn't even wipe them aside, or try to blink them back. Instead, she started to back away from her, well in all honesty, he was little more than a crush, wasn't he? She made it to the doorway before Nate realized his mistake.

"Sophie!" Nathan called after her, realizing his mistake. "Sophie! Wait!"

"No." Sophie sighed, shaking her head. "Not this time, Nate." This came as a whimper, but she was frozen in place as the man approached. "This time, I'm walking away." Sophie sighed again, a longish, shaky sigh. Sophie hadn't been aware of the fact she still grasped the glass vessel in her hand, but when Nate tried to take hold of her arm, and she shirked away, yelping "No!", she had thrown the bourbon bottle across the room where hit a wall and shattered.

She hadn't meant to do it, man had it pissed Nate off. But it gave her a half a heartbeat to sprint to her office. And by the time Nate called out to her to stop she had the door slammed and rattling behind her.

More to come soon, like the ACTUAL STORY. This IS a Parker/Sophie fic, I just needed to establish some background info, how'd I do at that? I have a lot done, but don't have my own computer, so the next update may be a bit.

Reviews? Oh sure, if you have any to spare, I'd love some.