Leverage: Bump in the Night
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except, of course, for my original characters.
If you don't like fantasy/supernatural fics, don't read this. It's got everything from vampires to goddesses in it. Just letting you know. Oh, and no romance or pairings, unless the mandatory sexual tension between Sophie and Nate counts, though there won't be much of that here.
"Hello, Mr. Ford." A timid voice said. Nathan Ford turned to see what he presumed was a woman behind him. The voice was too high to be a man's, but he knew of men with high-pitched voices… How did she get past the others undetected? A thief doesn't live long if they're unaware of their surroundings, and my crew's supposed to be the best. He thought, looking at the stranger closely.
She was strange enough to be noticed at once: large sunglasses and a hat made it impossible to make out facial details. Her long brown hair hid the sides of her face, making her even more unidentifiable. She was short, around five feet tall, wearing an ankle-length black skirt and a bulky hoody, her neck hidden by the collar of the shirt underneath, that hid her form completely. Her shoes were black and neatly covered by her skirt. If she passed him on the street in different clothes, Nate would be none the wiser.
"You don't remember me, do you, Mr. Ford?" The woman said, smiling a little. "Perhaps this will help you." She said, taking off her sunglasses and looking straight at him. Nate took a step backwards, shocked.
There was only one girl Nate knew who had amber eyes.
"Michelle? Michelle Bager?" He managed to say. "I haven't seen you in years, Michelle. How long has it been? What have you been doing all this time?"
"It's only been three years, Mr. Ford. I didn't think you'd forget me so quickly." Michelle smiled again. "As to what I've been doing…that's why I'm here."
"If you're looking for a job, I'm sorry, Michelle, but-."
"No, not a job, per say." Michelle quickly interrupted. "At least, not for myself. For you, Mr. Ford. A job for you." Nate hesitated; the last time he had seen Michelle had been the darkest time of his life.
"I can't pay your, Mr. Ford, but only because I'm not the one hiring you. You remember Miss Starla, don't you?" Nate turned around, mind reeling. Starla… When he turned back, Michelle had vanished, a small white business card on the floor. Hardison poked his head through the doorway, then crouched to pick up the business card.
"Thinking about going clubbing, Nate?" He asked, amused. He couldn't picture Nate, Nate Ford of all people, going clubbing. He was just too, too…innocent wasn't the word, but upright fit.
"No, Hardison, we got a job. Get everyone together for a briefing."
Let me know what you think everyone. I, like every other author here, love reviews. Especially long ones, but that's just a suggestion.
Since Leverage is a relatively new show, only beginning December 08, the characters aren't really developed completely, so I'm not sure if they'll be out of character or not. If you think they are, tell me and I'll try to fix it. Thanks!