Title: The
Tea Party Job Part 2
Author: Trowa B
Rating: FRA
Notes:
havenward's prompt over on comment_fic : Abby/Eliot "But
you look adorable!"
Summary: A surprise visit from
Cousin Abby
*****
Frowning, Sophie clicked on the e-mail from the unknown sender more because she recognised the subject line than anything else. And sure, Hardison would probably have a fit about how she checked her mail but if his firewall had let it through, it was likely not a problem.
The first picture was the woman she had met on her way to Eliot's office to retrieve a client's daughter from where Eliot was keeping an eye on her – evidently to show this mail wasn't just random spam – and the second? She opened it and burst out laughing.
The meeting with the client had started to wind down, so Sophie had thought to save Eliot from having to meet him after having been done up as a pretty princess by the man's daughter.
She had paused, however, as she noticed a woman standing in the hallway – abnormally tall, she had thought, until she had glanced down at the woman's feet and seen the clunky boots with the six inch platforms.
"Can I help you?" Sophie had asked, hand reaching slightly towards one of the weapons Eliot had thoughtfully secreted throughout the office.
The woman had spun, startled, black pigtails flying as she turned. "Aw, jeez, are you related to Gibbs?" she demanded, but had continued at a high-speed ramble before Sophie could answer. "I mean, I was just gonna surprise Cousin Ellie – he doesn't know I'm in town and – which is his office? He said I should stop by if I was ever in town and I was, for a conference, and he didn't answer his phone and he never said which office was-"
"Abby."
The growl had stopped the woman's rambling and she had turned back, only to clamp a black-gloved hand over her mouth to hold back most of a gleeful squeak as she raised her other hand to snap a few photos with her phone.
With great care, Eliot had side stepped 'Abby', handed Megan to Sophie and grabbed the woman – much taller than him in her boots – into his office. The last thing Sophie had heard before the door crashed shut had been a squeal of, "But you look adorable!"
Smiling to herself, Sophie carefully filed the picture away for later use.
