Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Leverage or Electric Entertainment. Marissa Stiles and all her aliases belong to fellow fanfic writer Rosabelle Maeve Sterling.

A/n: My take on Marissa Stiles may differ slightly from Rosabelle's actual character. I needed to tweak her slightly for my fanfic. I assure everyone that I am just borrowing Rosabelle's toys, I will put them back unbroken when I'm done.

"Marissa, darling! Listen about that favor I owe you… Can we make it two?"

A few hours later, one Marissa Stiles walked into McRory's and looked around. She had long, curly brown hair and blue eyes, but if you looked close enough, you could see they were contacts. Spotting Sophie, she greeted the woman with a kiss on both cheeks.

"Those two favors you owe me?" she said, cocking an eyebrow. "They'd better be big ones."

Sophie laughed. "Not to worry, my dear. They will be. Now how did you get here so fast?"

Marissa snorted out a laugh. "I was up in Belbridge, working on a cover for one of my aliases."

"Oh, which one?"

"The dancer."

Sophie chuckled. "You ready to finally meet the rest of my team?"

Marissa snorted. "Do I have a choice?" Sophie, smiling, just shook her head no.

Sighing, very obviously not enjoying this, Marissa and Sophie headed upstairs to Nate's apartment. Upon entering, all eyes flew to the new girl.

"Well, she certainly looks the part," Eliot said, scanning her up and down as he sat in his chair. Marissa gave him an eyebrow, scanning him the same way, but a light came into her eyes, as though she recognized something about him.

"So do you, Mr. Kenneth Crane."

Eliot actually blushed.

Parker snorted, and Hardison, Nate, and Sophie all hid smiles. Alec was the first to speak up. "She's funny."

Parker added, "Yeah, can we keep her?"

Sophie just held a hand over her grin. Nate shook his head as he spoke. "She's not a dog, Parker."

Nate turned to Marissa next. "Sophie said you already have a cover that would work for this job. Can I have Hardison run it?"

"Sure," the brunette replied, "but it'll check out. Calliope Verant, signed on just this past year with the new head of Kirkwood Records."

Hardison paused in his typing. Parker spoke up before anyone else could, "So that's how you knew Eliot was a real singer!" Eliot just rolled his eyes and slouched forward as Marissa nodded again.

Hardison returned to typing, then blinked in surprise at what came up on the big screens. "This is really good! Quality work… Familiar too." He looked at Marissa. "Did you do this yourself?"

"No, I hired some guy to do it, I'm not that good. He's been in and out of prison a couple times. You might know him, Colin Mason?"

Hardison froze.

"Do not say that name."

"What, Col-" Parker clapped a hand over Marissa's mouth.

"He said don't say it." Slowly, Parker sort of slid away, staring at her the whole time. Marissa just looked at her for a moment.

"Oooo-kay." She looked at everyone else. "Any other names I should avoid mentioning?"

A growl came from deep in the chair.

"Sterling."

Marissa blinked. "Wait. Jim Sterling?" Eliot nodded. "Interpol's Jim Sterling?"

"Yeah," Eliot raised his eyebrows, voice absolutely dripping sarcasm. "That's what I said."

"Not a problem, since I already hate the smarmy, lying, cockney bastard." The entire team save Sophie just stared. Then Eliot broke the silence, looking at Nate.

"Ok then. Can we keep her?"

The con was on.