Sophie
Parker was now on the couch trying to rest. She was pale and crying and to tell you the truth she looked terrible. Parker was different. For one she didn't get sick,ever. Second she needed to be healthy at all times to do what she needed to do. Her line of work requires stealth and quietness, one sneeze could ruin her plan, one cough could ruin her cover, which could result in anything, even death. Another reason is her body wouldn't be able to take it. Parker is small and there is a reason to this. Everything she eats is in small portions. Even the cereal and milk she eats everyday is a small portion. She drinks wine but on occasion and she claims soda makes her ears hot. The only thing she does have in large portions is water and even large is an understatement because if she drinks more than a bottle an hour she feels heavy and weighed down. Now saying that, everyone understands that Parker throwing up is a major thing because there really isn't anything to throw up. Doing it once is enough to take everything she has eaten for the day out of her system. So doing it twice is dangerous and causes her to be extremely exhausting,very weak,and, very UN-Parker.
She was crying harder now, shaking violently which each cry and, with each tear that ran down her cheek, my heart sank and my knees tried to buckle. Parker didn't cry, well not when the team was around. The only time she actually cried was when some fortune teller person talked about her brother. That's what I heard. She was frightened and scared and I and I was so sorry that I couldn't be there for her when she needed me,but she had worked that issue out, somehow. Now her eyes were painted with feelings of pain and the shadows of her past. Her body trembled under Eliot's touch as he tried to prop her up. As soon as he did she turned her head to the side and vomited for the third time that hour. She tried to get up but Eliot force her back down.
"I...I need to clean it up,right? I have to clean it up."
"Honey, no you don't have to.."
"I will get in trouble if I don't, I have to!" She yelled in her horse voice while trying to get up. I could tell by the way her legs wobbled that her energy was fading. So this time I gently pushed her down.
"Sweetheart it is OK" I said to Parker but she moved her head in a motion that told me she disagreed with me. "Eliot get me some water for Parker and see if you can clean this mess up."
"OK I'll be right back"
"Nate and Hardison get you bloody asses down here now!"
Nate had immediately went upstairs to watch the Sunday game and Hardison went to his office so he could have enough concentration to play his World of what-I-don't-know-craft.
I sat down on the couch with her and let her put her head on my lap. She was sweating yet she was shivering and I checked her head for a fever. She was warm but not hot. I brushed a piece of hot wet wandering hair out of her face while rubbing soothing circles unto her back, which seemed to calm her down.
"You're OK sh sh.. Why don't you tell me where you are hurting?"
She pointed to her stomach and her head. She looked like she was a shamed of herself, like asking for help was like being a failure. She wouldn't meet my eyes, but her eyes told me that she wasn't OK she was scared. She was pained.
"Tell me what is bothering you sweetheart,what is on your mind? Did..someone hurt you?"
"Nothing."
"Parker something is wrong. I can tell."
"How do you know something is wrong with me?"
"Your eyes tell me."
"I forgot you were a grifter for a sec."
"No that is not it. You are one of the hardest people I know to decipher. I know your hiding something from me because I know you. SO tell me what is bothering you,please."
"I...No..ugh...I can't.. It hurts."she said tiredly as she stuttered with her eyes closed as she tried to hold back the tears.
" I know honey but .. if someone hurt you, then I need to know."
"Nate."
I was thrown back a little, actually I was thrown back a lot. Nate wouldn't hurt her. Would he? How could Nate hurt her, he was always so gentle with her. If Nate didn't believe that Parker could execute what he said in perfect precision he wouldn't ask her at all. HE had fought for her when Archie came along and God know he always treated Parker like the princess she is. For whatever reason Nate decided to do the opposite of that he would get a big ass whooping from either me, Eliot or even both.
"Yes?" Nate answered.
I felt Parker's body tense up as Nate entered the living room with Hardison behind him. At the same time Eliot came in with a glass of water and a bucket with pine in it. I saw a tear come out of Parker's eye when she looked at Hardison.
"What did he do." I whispered into Parker's ear.
"It takes two to Tango but I was too drunk to dance so someone picked me up and, made me." she said with a sleepy horse voice.
"What?"
"What is it Sophie?" Nate asked.
"Was it you?"
"What are you talking about Soph?"
"Never mind." he was blind to the conversation and it was obvious, I could see it in his eyes.
"Just go watch your football game."
"What is wrong with Parker."
I looked down to see why he was asking me but when I looked down I saw that Parker was sleeping. I preferred that way at least until I could figure out what is wrong with Parker. I have to figure out what is wrong with her. She means a lot to me and I'll be damned if I let anything or anybody hurt her. I would get what I needed from Nate one way or another and, I would call Tara up. So As Tara might say let's go tango and as Nate my say let's steal a scotch.
A/N sorry for the long wait I just have been having so many great idea's. I was surprised at how many reviews I got on the first week I posted it. I will try to update more and to do better. I really don't know where this story is going so I am open for suggestions but that doesn't mean I will do them I am just saying that I will be open minded. Thanks for you guys support.
