I do not own Leverage.
A story where Nathan had to do an outside job that ended up badly and James Sterling actually is a friend
She remembers the day the very own James Sterling knocked on her door, she remembers his unshaven face, the dark circles around his eyes, the shame and guilt in his expressions, but mostly, she remembers the silence...
It were just a few seconds of silence between them yet it felt like hours, days, even years and it was enough for her fears to lay its gnarled ugly fingers upon her.
-He's dead isn't he? - Until this day she doesn't know where she got the strength to ask him that, but she did.
The Interpol agent nodded.
-I am afraid so, Sophie. I am so sorry! - He handed her his wallet, inside it there were Sam's beloved drawing and a picture of their wedding. - He gave it to me the last time he saw each other, told me that if anything would happen to him I should hand this to you.
His hand came to rest on the upper side of her arm, she knew he was trying to comfort her, but that was not what she wanted; that was not what she needed.
-Thank you, James... - He left and she shut the door behind her and sat across the floor, tears running across her face, wetting her with shirt and her hands, laying on the floor a non-existent Nathan Ford smiled at her...
If you're interested I can post a new chapter today…