A/N: I do not own anything that is Leverage. I bend them to my liking and there is no law against that. Thank you to all my friends who enjoy Eliot and Kenna. I enjoy writing their stories for you.

All I Want For Christmas

Chapter One

(December 15)

Eliot Spencer had seen more than his fair share of trouble over the years. War, famine, death and destruction were every day occurrences in his life before he had settled into a life in LA three years ago. He hadn't even had an apartment until Nate moved the offices to Boston. Now standing in his living room watching the snow fall he looked back on the things that got him to this place in his life. It all started with a little girl with a dirty face and too small shoes on her feet. Taking a long drag of his beer, Eliot thought about the day Jodi had brought the little girl home after school. He remembered thinking how much the troubled little waif could disrupt his nine year old life. He smiled. That nine year old boy didn't know what he was in for.

"That's the one thing I miss." A soft voice said in the darkness. Eliot felt her arms around his waist and her warm breath on his back.

"What's that darlin'?"

"One last beer before the end of the day." He felt her smile.

"How was your day?" Eliot asked.

"Long. I forgot how Sophie loves to shop." Kenna came around and snuggled into his chest. "The tree looks good." She looked at the sparkling six foot artificial tree in the corner.

"It's the first tree I've decorated since I left Kentucky." He held her close.

"We have a lot of Christmas's to make up for, don't we." She closed her eyes.

"Let's just start slow. One holiday at a time." He felt the thumping against his ribs. "When's the last time you ate?" His hand went down to her nearly seven month's pregnant belly. The little bundle inside was kicking up a storm.

"I swear I just had some gummy frogs at Hardison's." Eliot shook his head.

"You're insane you know that?" She looked up and smiled.

"Yeah, but you love me anyway." She kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, God help me I do." He kissed the top of her head. "Let's go make some dinner."

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The nightmare was always the same lately. The ball of fire flying through the window. Eliot alone unable to get out. Unable to breath. The darkness surrounding him. He didn't like the dark. She had known that since they met. Sitting up she saw him sitting in the chair.

"It's not as bad as it seems." Kenna whispered.

"I like when you scream my name, I would just rather you be awake when you do it." He went to the side of the bed and brushed the hair out of her face. "If it's any consolation, I've been having them too."

"You sleep for two hours a night. Do you even have time to get a good dream going?" She smiled.

"I have all my good dreams when I'm awake." He kissed her. "Go back to sleep. I'll be here if you need me." Kenna lay back down and Eliot pulled the covers over her. He went to stand but she pulled him back down.

"You're not going anywhere."

"You are a naughty little elf Kenna Shane." She smiled. Eliot was sure that her appetite for him was gonna kill him before too long but damn, he couldn't think of better way to go.

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(December 16)

Nate pulled the file up on the computer. Eliot was nearly healthy enough to be back in the game. He wanted to hold out till after Christmas at least but he knew Eliot and he knew he couldn't say no to this job.

"How do feel about helping Santa?" He looked at the five people in front of him.

"Well it depends on what we're helping him with I guess." Hardison said, confused.

"Klaus Nicolas runs Santa Inc. It's a charity that relies strictly on donations to fund their twice a year toy and food drive for the unprivileged kids of Boston. The Christmas In July benefit went on without a hitch and they still had an impressive amount of money to invest in the December benefit. Until they started investing with this man." A picture came up of a middle aged dark haired man. "Neil Hendricks in the CEO of Hendricks Investments." Hardison took over.

"Hendricks is all over the place. He started off in med school, went to law school, business school, hell he even went into the seminary for a few years. His money is all over the place too. Investments, bad investments, farm land, swamp land, real estate, this guy has invested in it all. He won and lost more than his fair share of fortunes."

"So why does he take a local charities money and gamble it away?" Sophie asked.

"Because he doesn't believe in charity." Nate said. "He has never, once in his entire life donated to a charity."

"But he got plenty of it. He grew up dirt poor. His mother worked for a church on the south side and pretty much lived off the church for the first ten years of his life." Hardison looked at the screen. "Any ideas on how to get this guy?"

"Santa's little helpers." Nate and Sophie said at the same time and smiled.

"Oh this is so not how I wanted to spend my holiday." Parker shook her head.

"You up to this Eliot?" Nate asked him.

"I'm good."

"Kenna?" Nate looked at her.

"You need a pregnant woman on this job?"

"I need someone to help Hardison go through Hendricks financials once we get them. There is going to be a ton of stuff with the investments he's made."

"Sounds good." Kenna answered. Nate smiled.

"All righty than, let's go steal us Christmas." He walked out of the room.

"Someone has to tell that man it's getting old." Hardison said.

"I think it's kinda cute." Kenna got up and headed to get water from the fridge. Eliot, Sophie and Parker followed him out the door.

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"No. You can't make me do it Nate." Eliot stood firmly planted with his arms crossing his chest.

"Eliot, you know I can and I will." He took out his phone.

"What? You're going to call my mother and tell on me?"

"Clara…I never thought of that. I was going to call Kenna." Nate chuckled.

"I can't do this."

"You need to do this."

"Get Hardison to do it."

"It will be good practice for you."

"Really, you think having a bunch of screaming, whiny, over tired, hungry, children crawl all over me will be good practice for a baby?" Nate crossed his arms over his chest. "And that's low, threatening to call my girlfriend if I don't do it."

"Okay, what do I have to do to make you put on that suit?"

"How much do you have?" Eliot smirked.

"You have never been in this for the money, Eliot, don't start now."

"Three jobs or less before the baby's born."

"Four."

"Three." Eliot looked at Nate. "I can't be on the road when the time comes. You know Kenna will kill us both."

"Okay, but you got to do this so it convinces people you are Santa."

"Nate, now your pushin' it." Eliot grabbed the red and white suit from Nate and went into the back room to change. Nate smiled. He definitely needed video proof of this, because no one would believe that he talked Eliot Spencer into donning a Santa suit for a job.