Summary: Elliot and Parker play Hide-and-go-seek.

Disclaimer: We do not own any of this we do however wish we did.

Author's Note: Ivory here: This is the product of Sarah Carson and I watching Catch Me If You Can and realizing that Parker could pull it off.

Chapter 1: Initiation of the Game

"Haphbhbhb." Parker was draped over the back of the couch in Nate's apartment. Only she and Elliot were home at the time, the rest of the team was tying up loose ends in Ontario, Thief and Hitter weren't needed.

Elliot was sitting in the kitchen, eating a bowl of soup, trying to ignore Parker's incessant noises. After the fourth exhale he sighed and turned to face her, "What?"

Parker shifted on her heels and tilted her head, still staring at Elliot's chair, "Haphbhbhbhph."

"Parker, the point of doing that is to stop when someone asks 'what', now what do you want?" Elliot put down his spoon and gave the blonde all of his attention for the first time.

The thief pouted, "I'm bored! Can we please do something?"

"No." A short, sweet, and to the point classic Elliot answer. Of course, he loved Parker like a sister but that sister was five years old, ADHD . . . and insane. Elliot hadn't grown up with any of his siblings, having been put in the system at an early age, but the girl more than made up for that.

Parker continued making her obnoxious noises proving once and for all that she would not be satisfied with his answer.

Elliot could hold out, now it was down to a waiting game.

"ELL-E-OT," Parker said in the E.T. voice, she walked up to him with her right index finger extended. Elliot did not move, she slowly moved her finger around to the front of his face and proceeded to poking him in the nose thin she quickly ran back to the couch just as Elliot jerked around.

"What the heck Parker?" He gave her his evil glare and she in return gave him the innocent pout face, and shrugged. "If you are that bored why don't you go and steal a boat or something?... and then give it back," he added after a moment of thought.

"I did that yesterday; it was not as fun as I thought it would be," by this time she was staring at her computer screen rapidly clicking on the keys.

*Parker's computer: (entered by Sarah Carson)*

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*end computer screen*

Elliot face palmed as the clacking began to grate on his last nerve, "Parker, I have an idea, why don't we play the quiet game?"

She continued with her computer even as she shook her head, "Nope, never was good at that game."

Suddenly, a thought came to him, "Okay, Parker, I have an even better idea." He got up from the table and leaned against the back of the couch, "Why don't we play hide-and-go-seek? That would be a great game!" The pseudo-enthusiasm could have given him a cavity but Parker didn't notice the fallacy.

"Okay! 1-2-3 NOT IT! You lost you have to count to 100!" She slammed her laptop closed and ran out the door.

"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8, going, going, gone," even as he was counting, Elliot slowly made his way back to his barstool and sat back down once Parker's footfalls receded to where he couldn't hear them. "Finally, alone time."

*Later That Very Night*

Parker was still missing by the time Nate, Hardison and Sophie returned to the apartment. Though Elliot was so absorbed in his book that he hadn't noticed until Nate brought it up, "She's probably just back up in her room; doesn't she have one of those here?"

"Elliot, go check will ya," Nate sank into his armchair and began to rub his temples while Sophie brought him two Advil's and a glass of water, "we've had a rough day."

After trying to get out of it a few moments more, Elliot gave in and went up to Parker's room. "Parker?" The door was opened but Elliot was not immediately worried, knowing that the team all stayed in the same building, so Parker had nothing to fear. "Hello?" Still no answer. "Dang it Parker, I'm sorry that I ditched you back there." He had walked into her bedroom and, still unable to find her, sank down onto the bed. Then had a thought, this was Parker.

Elliot got up, first checked under the bed, then in all of the drawers. No Parker. Next he moved to the closet, throwing it open ready for an ambush. "Gack!" Elliot actually jumped as a mannequin fell out of the closet. "What the heck?" He leaned down and turned the thing over, around its neck was a sign that read "Margaret." "There's something wrong with that girl."

Having given up, the hitter went back to the bed, for the first time noticing that a piece of paper poked out from under the pillow:

"Dear Elliot," it read.

"If you are reading this then I am sure that it is approximately 11:58 p.m." Elliot looked at the clock, the last dial had just rolled and it was 12 now. He rolled his eyes, of course. "I just wanted to let you know that I have decided to make this the best game of hide-and-seek ever. If two months have passed and you still haven't found me then I will call with a hint. Barring that, catch me if you can!

"Love always, Parker oxoxox.

"P.S.: Please water my plant."

"Crap," Elliot face palmed again and prepared to show the note to Nate. This was not good.

Author's Note: Me again! Let us know what you think so far, we got a lot of laughs coming up. Do you want to say anything Sarah?

Sarah: Yeah, I hope my simile face doesn't scare anyone. ;-)