Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage and make no profit from this work of fiction.
AN: I've always wanted to write Leverage fic and I hope y'all like this one.
Parker is a tornado wrapped inside of a volcano.
She's the puzzle he can't figure out, and he's sure he'll get burned but something about them not being together just seems plain damn wrong. They're on a eight hour plane ride to L.A. and she's got her head in his lap while he does his thang on his laptop and it keeps distracting him. She scares him and the two of them scare him and it scares him-
She just looks up at him and smiles.
"Relax Hardison. It's just a case."
He can't relax. There is an armed crazy man impersonating his girlfriend and the only way to beat him is to Out-Parker a Parker. Which wasn't really possible because it was more like a Parker-Elliot-DrunkNate and he's run the numbers in his head and on his computer and there was no way that this turned out well for anyone, let alone their clients who just wanted their damn grandmother's necklace back.
There was a reason he stuck to cyber crimes. No bloodshed.
"You don't need to worry about me, I'll be fine. Baby."
The term baby comes out more like an insult than a term of endearment. She's new to this, he forgets sometimes but he cannot be held responsible when it comes to her safety.
He's not in Los Angeles
Or Lisbon
Or Madrid
He keeps taunting them, and if there's something he couldn't stand was someone getting the drop on them three times. He's got his financials on lockdown by lunch and Sophie's exhausted and Parker is being spazzy and its one (possibly the only) time that he considers how hard Nate's job is. The guy has more aliases than he can count and whoever hides his money hides it well because all three aliases were making ATM withdrawals in different parts of the world and then spending money at different restaurants.
"Parker- where would you go?" He's so tired his vision is blurring shut and Parker's half-asleep on his lap because someone (Nate) chose to get one room instead of three. They lost the straws for the bed so while Nate and Sophie are snoring away, Eliot got the couch and the two of them stole the covers and were huddled in the bathtub.
"France. Definitely somewhere near the Louvre so I can find a nice rich person to follow home."
It's late, too late for him to think clearly, but Parker's lying on her stomach on top of him and whispering about how she would pick her target. Not by jewelry but by type of wallet (she was also a connoisseur of leathers among other things) and he really wished Nate's "No-Closed Doors" rule wasn't in effect because if he was gonna have a neck cramp tomorrow he could at least get lucky-
Hardison stands up abruptly, Parker mildly intrigued as she holds on to him while he stomps into the main bedroom, "Baby, you're a genius! Nate! We're going to Paris. Parker just OutParkered the NotParker."