A/N: Anybody who used to read Leverage fic remember me? Well, this is not an E/P fic because it was written for an exchange, and I'm happy to say, I hit almost all the giftee's likes and prompts in the one story. If anyone else reads this strange, somewhat cracky, crossovery Leverage extravaganza, then that's very cool :)

Disclaimer: All recognisable characters from Leverage, Lethal Weapon, The Librarians, and Angel belong to their respective creators/owners, none of which are me!

1. Peggy Millbank

"Welcome to Leverage International."

Alec Hardison gives me a big grin and an arm sweep that presents the apartment to me. It's an amazing place. Everything about what Alice, sorry, Parker does is amazing. I really believed she was just an average girl like me when we met on jury duty six years ago, but now I know the truth - she's a spy! I only learnt her real name recently, apparently, I have security clearance now, and it's so exciting! She and her boyfriend Alec and their friend Eliot Spencer are a team, and whilst I don't know exactly what they do on all their special missions and everything, I know they're very talented and just the best people. They saved my life once, and introduced me to a man that broke my heart... but that's not important right now.

"This place is wonderful!" I tell them as I'm led around the office.

Parker is eager to show me everything, but Eliot doesn't seem happy to have visitors.

"It's fine. He growls a lot but he's a teddy bear," Parker tells me, sticking out her tongue at the tough guy.

"A teddy bear?" I echo. "Hmm, I wouldn't mind taking him to bed with me," I admit, laughing too loud the very next second.

I don't know why I said it. I'm really not the type to leap into bed with men, but Eliot is built like something from a naughty firemen calendar. Wow. I try to pay attention as Parker shows me the rest of the place, the big screens and computer equipment which Alec gushes over, and then her own area where she keeps lock picks and harnesses for jumping from buildings. I can't imagine living her life. It's so glamorous and exciting.

"I wish I was as brave as you are."

She scoffs at my comment. "I'm not brave. I'm just not scared of anything," she tells me, completely dead-pan.

Parker does make jokes, but sometimes I'm not sure she means to. She has kind of a wacky sense of humour, but she's the nicest person in the world.

After the tour, she takes me to the kitchen and we hunt down snacks. Eliot makes the best food, apparently, and keeps the cupboards stocked with airtight boxes of healthier, home-made treats so that Parker and Alec won't fill up on what he calls 'empty calories'. I think that's very sensible, but quite honestly, it's all a little domestic for my taste. I have to admit, I was kind of hoping for an adventure when I showed up here today. Seems I'm not going to get one.

"Wow, these are incredible," I declare, taking another big bite from the most amazing cookie.

"Yup," Parker agrees, hopping up to sit on the counter while she stuffs practically a whole cookie into her mouth. "And you can eat a dozen and never get fat. Actually, I can eat a whole box and never gain weight. Eliot says it's a miracle."

"I said it's disgusting," he says as he wanders by, gently shoving Parker until she gets back down from the counter. "Don't sit on my worktops," he reminds her, in a voice that says he already told her that a hundred times.

The moment he's out of sight, she hops back up there. With her encouragement, I join her.

"I know we're the good guys now," says Parker, spitting crumbs everywhere, "but sometimes it's fun to be the bad guys in small ways."

"Wait a second," I check, shaking my head, "you were the bad guys?"

Before she has a chance to answer my question, we're distracted by a new arrival.

"Oh, my goodness! You are just precious!" I tell the most beautiful kitten I have ever seen. "Oh, sweetheart, look at you!"

I have the kitten in my lap by now, stroking her as she rubs against me and purrs contentedly. It's now I notice she only has one ear and is missing the very end of her tail too.

"She was a stray," Parker explains when I look curiously at the kitten. "Bad things happened to her before."

Something in her eyes tells me that she's not just talking about a cat right now. Parker never talks about her childhood, nothing before she joined her spy team, as far as I recall. I can understand why she sympathises with...

"Miss Kitty Fantastico?" I read from the tag on her collar.

"Hardison named her," replies a chorus of three voices.

I turn to see where that other male voice is coming from and swallow hard at the sight of the man walking over to us.

"Dumb name aside, I gotta love the little fuzzball," says the gorgeous hunk of manliness as he strokes the kitten who is still curled up in my lap. "She did save my life once."

I did mean to answer him, to say anything, but I'm dumbstruck by the sight of him. I thought Eliot was good-looking, and he is, obviously, but this guy? Oh, boy!

I'm not aware that I'm talking, but I must be, and pretty incoherently too, since the stranger asks Parker if something is wrong with me.

"There's nothing wrong. She's just Peggy," I hear her say. "Peggy Millbank, this is Quinn" she tells me then. "He's kind of on our team now."

"Kind of?" he echoes, both eyebrows raised. "Way to make a person feel like part of the family, Parker."

I don't hear her answer but I'd lay money she rolled her eyes. Not that I saw anything, I can't look at anything but him, this Greek god of a man, this Quinn.

"You're beautiful," I tell him without thinking, hand clamping over my mouth the second I realise what I did. "I mean, you're new," I told him then, laughing nervously. "To the team, you're a new spy."

"Sure, I'm a new... spy," he agrees, tipping me a wink.

I feel like a teenager when he smiles at me. This is insane. I came here to see Parker and maybe to see if I can help out on their next mission, if the team would let me. Now I've forgotten my own name, until he tells me what it is.

"You don't meet a lot of Peggys these days, but then, I guess we're all a little oddly named around here."

"How did you..? Um, when...?" I stumble over two attempts at a question, before finally clearing my throat and spitting out the right words. "How'd you come to be here?"

"I started working with the team a few months ago, fighting the good fight," he says, shrugging his shoulders. "One night, I stayed over, and kind of forgot to leave."

He's not looking at me anymore, which is a shame, and when I turn to see who his eyes are trained on now, I notice Eliot staring back before quickly glancing away like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. Oh, so it's like that.