Summary: The Leverage-team takes a new con, and Eliot and Parker head to Vegas. But what happens in Vegas, doesn't always stay in Vegas

Pairing: Eliot/Parker, maybe some Nate/Sophie

Rating: T for the usual language and an ass-kicking Eliot, I might switch to M later, not sure.

Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own, so please don't sue!

AN: This is my first Leverage-fic and I hope you people like it. I only started watching Leverage last week but since then I watched almost the entire first season and a few S2 episodes, I'm completely hooked! I'm not sure if I'm going to do this really well, I don't know if I'm going to do the characters justice, but I'm going to try, they can be a little OOC sometimes though.

Chapter 1

It was late, really late.

While he only needed 90 minutes of sleep a day to function properly, Eliot Spencer was tired.

They had just successfully finished another con, and while just getting into the office after a 5 hour flight, another job rolled in.

"There is no way we can pull this off, Nate, there is not a single person in this room that has slept more then an hour in the last four days," Hardison mentioned, then looked over at the rest of the team to get some support, "Look, even Mr.-I-only-need-90-minutes-of-sleep is falling asleep where he stands."

And the hacker was right. Sophie's eyes were red from exhaustion and Parker didn't even bother to hide her sleepy-ness, she was lying with her head in her arms on the glass table in the conference-room, softly snoring.

"I am not sleeping," Eliot said, with his eyes closed and his head comfortably resting on the big chair.

"To bad Eliot, because this job mostly falls on you this time," Nate told him, while taking a sip of his glass of whiskey.

"Great, just great" the long haired ass-kicker grumbled.

"If it's any consolation, you get tomorrow to rest out, your flight leaves at 4 pm," Hardison said when he was ordering the plane tickets.

"He's taking Parker with him, so make sure you got two tickets" Nate told him and he stood up, taking his coat with him while he walked out the door.

"Great, just great" Eliot mumbled again.

"Come on, lets go home," Sophie stood up too, at the same time as Eliot and Alec, after a second everyone looked at Parkers sleeping form.

"One of us should probably wake her up or something," Hardison said.

"Good luck with that, she could sleep trough a bomb," Sophie mentioned out of experience, she had dealt with a sleeping Parker before.

"I'm gone!" Hardison said and quickly left the room, with Sophie hot on his heels.

"Bunch 'f cowards," Eliot mumbled and turned around to face the sleeping thief.

"Okay Parker, wake up," Eliot said, a little louder then his usual voice.

Instead of waking up, the blonde just turned her head to be more comfortable and just slept on, Eliot sighed and tried again.

"Parker!" he all but yelled.

Eliot sighed again and rubbed his tired eyes. He didn't feel like dealing with an awake and sleep-deprived Parker anyway.

He turned the chair on wheels towards himself and carefully carried her out of the seat.

While he had some problems with opening the doors on his way, he managed to get the woman in his arms in his truck without banging her head against anything.

It wasn't until he turned on the motor, that he realised he didn't know where she lived.

"Guess I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight," Eliot mumbled and looked at Parker.

"You're lucky it's a comfortable one," He told the sleeping woman.

It took a good twenty minutes to get home, who know there could be traffic at one in the morning?

When he finally reached his apartment, he carefully got Parker out and took her upstairs, thank God he lived on the third floor. Parker was light as a feather to him but after holding her up for ten minutes, your arms do tend to get tired.

He put her on his bed as soon as he could, took her high-heeled shoes (still from the job) off and put them next to the bed.

After that he disappeared into his bathroom for a long hot shower to help his muscles relax a little, they were kinda tense after the last job.

After he had enough of the water, he dried himself and made sure he put on some sweatpants. He usually slept in just his boxers, he felt no need for Parker to see him half-naked.

While he brushed his teeth, he checked up on his blonde colleague and found her comfortably lying on his side of the bed.

Parker had never looked this innocent before, not on any con, it was kind of… cute?

Eliot shook his head, he did not just think that this twenty-pounds-of-crazy (with a five pound bag) was cute.

He spit out his toothpaste and made sure his way too long hair was tied up in a ponytail before he went back to his bedroom, stealing one of the three pillows on his bed.

Once he was in the livingroom he made himself comfortable on his black couch and pulled a plaid blanket around him.

He was still laughing at himself for thinking Parker was cute, he had no idea how he came up with that. Although, when he thought about it…

He tried to shut his mind up and go to sleep but as tired as he was it didn't come easy, his mind was working late again.

Eventually, around three a.m. he fell asleep with the smell of jasmine and the picture of a cute blonde in his head.

AN²: In "The wedding job" (I think), some FBI-guy says Parker smells like jasmine, so that was were that came from.

Hope you liked my first chapter, It's not that much but I'm just beginning. Let me know what you think!!