It's Eliot's birthday again, but he does not treat it differently from any other day. He wakes up 3:00 A.M. and goes through his usual daily rituals. By the time he is through, he managed to clean himself, tend to his completely organic garden and learn three new ways of killing a person…with a straw.
Making his way into the pub and to the back to headquarters, he is surprised by the presence of a large box. He growls when he is sure that it is just another shipment for Hardison, bringing him yet another electronic toy that he can annoy the others with. The other man, however, is not to be seen; he has not made it in to work yet this morning. And from the looks of it, neither has Parker. He rolls his eyes at the thought of their relationship.
Walking closer, Eliot sees a small, plain white card with his name on it. He raises a brow in curiosity. Picking up the card, he opens it.
"Here you go. Parker" No 'happy birthday' or 'congratulations' are present. He becomes guarded, turning slightly to the side and keeping his body covered with one arm as he slowly opens it with his other arm. You can never tell what might jump out at you when it came to Parker.
Opening the flap, he openly flinches, half expecting Parker to be in the box. She has done that before, although it was not with anyone on the team; and, it was on a job. His eyes immediately widen in surprise and awe when he sees the contents on the inside: a full set of Japanese samurai armor. He quickly doctor's his expression because he is sure that Hardison will probably look for and find this footage for later use.
Knowing Parker, it was obviously stolen. And a small metal plate, soldered onto the antique leather let him know exactly who from. Rather than the name of a museum, which Eliot would expect from an authentic ancient Japanese artifact, it reads "Property of Hannibal Lector".