The Used Car Job

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING, except Layla

Rating: T nothing that wouldn't really be in the show.

Chapter 1

Nate watched in amusement as she wondered through the auction house. She was focused, tuning out the noise from the rest of the crowd, causing him to wonder what her target was. He continued to observe her as she passed Germans, Italians, a few British, until she stopped at the Americans. He grinned. Some things never change. He slowly made his way over to her. When she didn't acknowledge his presence he grinned.

"I have to admit they're beautiful." He started. "But then again I have a soft spot for American classics."

She froze as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, in truth she had been. Turning slowly she smiled slightly when she saw who it was.

"Nate Ford. IYS insuring…"

Nate shook his head. "I'm not here on that kind of business."

"What kind of business are you here on?" Confusion crossing her face.

"What if I told you I wanted you to steal a car for me?"

Her eyebrow rose to her hair line.

"Straight laced Nathan Ford wants me to boost a car?" She laughed.

"Things change." Nate replied seriously.

She took a deep breath as a heavy silence fell over them. This wasn't the same man that had chased her down a few years ago because she had boosted a 1953 Fiat 8V Supersonic Coupé from one of his clients. She focused on the shiny black 1968 Ford Mustang GT 390 and sighed.

"Ok, lets say I do this. What do I get out of it?" She asked glancing at Nate.

Nate just smiled at her.

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The team was gathered at Nate's apartment. Sophie and Parker were seated at the kitchen island.

"Nate say when he was going to be back?" Hardison asked from the couch.

"Now." Nate said as he opened the door, pushing someone in in front of him. Said person was a brunet, with red highlights and pale blue eyes. She was dressed in a pair of faded jeans, thick soled boots and a black Aerosmith t-shirt. She froze as she took in the team, only moving again when she felt Nate push her further into the room.

"Guys this is Layla Morrison. Layla this is the team." Nate said. Each one made an acknowledgement as he said their name. She took a seat next to Hardison on the couch.

"Where's Eliot?" Nate asked looking around for the last member of the team.

Right here. Eliot's voice buzzed in his ear.

"Eliot's staking out the mark." Hardison spoke up, knowing Layla couldn't hear the hitters voice.

"Ok guys I brought Layla here, Hardison," The hacker clicked a button on the remote and a picture of an middle aged man leaning up against a silver car. "to help us with Marc Miller. Mr. Miller here owns Linden Automotive Parts."

"I've heard of them. Supposed to be really good." Layla nodded replying distractedly.

"And they were when he first started, but since then he's been cutting corners left and right." Hardison replied. "Recently he started scavenging worn out parts buffing them up and making them look like new. Six months ago a car outfitted with some of Linden's parts failed going sixty-five miles per hour."

"The crash it caused killed a sixteen year old girl." Nate replied looking down at Layla.

"The family tried to sue Miller but by the time an investigation was started Miller had managed to cover himself." Sophie spoke up.

"Our goal is to get the family the settlement they need shed light onto what Miller's doing." Nate smirked. "And you are our in."

"You want me to steal that?" Layla giggled and pointed to the car on the screens.

Nate nodded.

"You know what that is?"

Nate nodded again.

"We all know what that is. It's a car." Parker informed her. "And I thought Nate said you knew what you were doing."

Layla sighed and rolled her eyes. Nate had given her a slight heads up on the blonde thief.

"That is not just a car. That is an Aston Martin DB5. A little over a thousand were made between 1963 and 1965. It was the same car James Bond drove in Goldfinger. And if I'm lucky that's an estate." She smiled up at Nate. "They only made twelve of those."

"Ok so we're all caught up. Hardison fit Layla with a comm., Eliot head on back. Tomorrow you're going to help Layla steal a car."