Nate's apartment. Olivia gasped when she, Elliot and Hardison finally arrived at the teams "new office". Nate and Sophie were sharing a casual Chinese dinner that had been delivered.
"Whose she?" Typical, Olivia thought, for Nate to talk as if she wasn't even standing in the room. Elliot was still cross, where as Hardison had held a bemused mien.
"I don't know, but she seems to know a lot about us." Nate and Sophie exchanged glances as Elliot sat next to Sophie and picked up a half empty container of noodles.
"What do you mean you don't know who she is?" Nate asked.
"I mean I don't know who she is."
"I'm Olivia Callahan."
"Hello Olivia my name's Sophie."
"She knows that." Elliot huffed. He stuffed a bite of noodles in his mouth.
"What do you mean she knows that."
"He means she knows…who you are. She knows who we all are." It was Hardison who spoke this time. He was standing next to Olivia.
"Ok, you're both being weirder than usual." Nate assured then asked: "Is she a client?"
"No. I'm not a client." Said Olivia. She was growing impatient, and she wanted answers. No. She wanted to wake up. Normally, she wouldn't have minded a dream like this. She'd be willing to take on sure death with the group of thieves as they underwent their next con. But this- it was too much. It was all to real. And what about the storm? Something weird had happened. The white light. Somehow, she knew it was all connected.
"What Elliot was telling you is true. He doesn't know me. Nor does he believe how I came to be where he found me."
"Which was where?" Sophie asked.
"Yeah. See that's the gap he'll have to fill, because the last thing I remember is that my cousin and I were watching T.V. at our grandparents house and there -was this weird freakish storm. Then the entire basement was saturated in this bright white light. Then I must have passed out or -or something cause I woke up and Elliot was standing over top of me."
"You got hit by a car."
"You saw it?" Olivia asked Elliot. He had too think about that for a moment. "You saw the car hit me?"
"No. But I heard the screeching of the brakes, and then you were lying there.."
"But you never actually saw the car hit me."
"I -no…I don't know."
"I know I sound crazy. Insane. But what I am telling you is true. I don't know how I ended up here."
"And you believe her Elliot?" Sophie asked, and Olivia could tell by the expression on her face that grifter thought she was nuts. Olivia was pretty convinced of that herself. She would try the slapping thing( to prove that she was dreaming) but she thought that would not help her case at all.
Elliot frowned. " No. I only brought her hear cause she was bein persistent."
"What do you want?" Nate questioned.
"Me? I don't want anything. Well. I mean I'd like to wake up from whatever dream this is but- other than that….nothing. Except maybe to crash here until I can figure out what's going on.."
"Elliot, Sophie, Hardison can I speak to you guys alone." Nate herded them to the center of the room, where the sofa was and the gigantic flat screen television.
Olivia stood by the island like table, and scanned the flat. She couldn't believe where she was. The Chinese food was left unguarded. Food has no taste in dreams right? She mused. The last bite of an egg roll sat next to a fortune cookie. She snagged it, and ate it cautiously. The savory taste of shrimp, onions, and steamed vegetables soaked her taste buds. Great…. Olivia wished she could hear what they were saying. Nate was probably lecturing Elliot about how they don't let crazy people into "the bat cave" .