So this was a request from TinkStar87, who wanted to see something that takes inspiration from the first episode where Mick and Len were hiding whatever it was that they stole in a diaper box, so yeah let's see how this goes


"No,"

"Sara-"

"No,"

"But-"

"No,"

"If you would just-"

"I blame you for this," This time Sara's comment was directed at Leonard, the only other person currently in the bridge aside from the Captain she was currently arguing with.

"All I said was that no cop has ever searched me when I'm hiding whatever I stole in a diaper box, it was not my idea to strap a bomb to you." He replied coolly, they were currently in the temporal zone and would soon be heading to Liverpool in 1931 where an associate of Savage would be hosting a political gala tomorrow night and in the very building where the gala is set to be held there is a secret room in the basement that holds the records which Savage will soon use to put himself in a very powerful position. The room is so deep in the basement that if it were to explode the building above wouldn't be destroyed, just feel as though an earthquake hit.

"Well you can't very well walk into a high society gala with a box of diapers," Rip pointed out to Len before turning his attention back to Sara. "But this is 1931, they won't pat you down at security."

"I'm not worried about them knowing it's fake, because I'm not doing it." She said; walking away from the conversation but of course Rip followed her.

"Sara," He tried to be stern but it came out more as whiny, that being said she still turned on her heel back to him.

"There are very few things that I won't do," she began in an almost deadly voice, "So when I set a boundary I would appreciate it if you respect it." She said and with that she turned back around and left.


"No,"

Len rolled his eyes when he approached Sara's open door, where he found her sitting on her floor sharpening her knives, and without looking up she only had that one word to say to him.

"I'm not here to talk you into anything, especially something ridiculous as this. But I am curious as to why you were so quick to refuse this mission." He explained and she looked up at him, slightly annoyed, as she tried to think of a way to word this.

"Let's just say, I'm not comfortable with it." She finally said but she knew she wasn't getting off that easy, which was proven when he just came in and sat down in front of her.

"You're comfortable killing," he reminded her, a deadpan tone to his voice.

"Used to be comfortable killing," she corrected, "Besides that should only prove my point, Rip's talking about the exact opposite of killing, even if I'd only be faking it." She further explained, but he only smirked.

"Exactly," he said in a sly voice, leaning in close so that he was almost intruding in her personal space. "Look if it makes you feel any better I don't want to take this mission either, but you know it's too dangerous for Kendra to head into Savage's clutches without the means to kill him." He reminded her and if she didn't know any better she could've sworn she heard some hidden meaning in the undertone of his voice; like he wanted her to take this disguise just so she could see for herself where she stands in her redemption process.

Or maybe that was just her own thoughts.

"Ok," she finally agreed.


"Now the bomb is secure so it shouldn't go off prematurely, that being said try not to jostle it too much." Rip warned Sara as she stood on a platform in the fabrication room, her shirt rolled up to expose her stomach as Rip secured the bomb to her.

"Isn't that the whole point of this disguise?" She asked; her arms folded atop her head as she let Rip work. The bomb was hidden within a fake pregnancy belly and so the plan was for Sara and Leonard to sneak into the gala tonight as John and Claire Smythe, where after blending in Sara would sneak off to the basement, leave the bomb in the secret chamber, then return and they would leave

"Yes well, please don't take any chances." Rip replied and Sara couldn't help but smirk, although it was mostly at the sheer ridiculousness of this situation. "Ok, you should be all set." He continued after another minute or two and then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Sara also looked down at herself, although it was mostly just to avoid making eye contact with Rip. The fake belly was secured tightly around her waist and was made of a thick, nylon like material. A second strap ran up her back and wrapped around just below her chest for good measure and overall the thing made her look roughly seven months pregnant.

"How are you going to get your shirt back down?" Len asked from his seat in the corner of the room, when he'd asked Sara WHY she dragged him in here for this she had simply smirked and said that technically he's supposed to be the pretend baby's father so it's only logical that he at least be there when she gets pregnant.

"I'm not," she replied, "Gideon will have our clothes done in ten minutes and I'll get changed right away." She explained; her dress was being made specifically to fit over her disguise.

"Which reminds me, what are you going to do when it's time to go and you have to walk back through the ballroom without… that?" He asked, gesturing vaguely to the fake belly strapped to her midsection. "Someone will notice,"

"I'm brining a coat and I'll shove it up my dress," she answered him, he took note that she seemed a lot more ok with this plan today than she did yesterday.

At this point Rip stepped out and left the two of them alone in the fabrication room, Sara testing out her ability to walk with the added weight and danger of blowing herself up with one wrong move.

"Pull your shirt down," Len finally said with a smirk, prompting Sara to take her eyes off her feet and look at him.

"Why?" She asked and he only shrugged,

"Humor me," she could tell that he would let her refuse, that he wouldn't keep pestering her. But at the same time he knew her dress would flow while her current tank top was skin tight but still stretchy enough to reach over her new belly. For whatever reason he wanted to see what she would really look like if she were pregnant and with her shirt up it looked too fake.

To be honest, she was a little curious herself. So she did as he asked and pulled the yellow material of her shirt down over her belly, having to unroll the fabric carefully. In the end it was just barely enough to cover her, which felt strange considering just a few minutes ago she had had an excess of fabric clinging to her hips. She was already facing Len and when she was done his expression didn't change, so she turned to the mirror. She was pleasantly surprised by the image staring back at her; she had thought the thing was actually going to make her look bigger than it turned out to. Of course this is only a fake belly, so her hips weren't widened the way she knew they would be if she were really pregnant, but it was still believable.

"What do you think?" Len's voice finally broke the silence and Sara turned back to him.

"I don't know, think it'll fool anyone?" She asked, trying to put her hands on her hips but quickly realizing how awkward that was now. Before Len could answer the sound of a glass shattering was heard and the two of them turned to the open doorway where they saw a very stunned looking Jax standing; eyes wide, mouth agape, and broken shards mixed with spilled soda at his feet.

"Guess that's a yes," Len answered, realizing they must have forgotten to fill Jax in on what exactly Sara's disguise was.


"What are you doing?" Sara questioned Len just after the two had managed to get into the gala and he placed a hand gently, almost protectively if she didn't know better, over her falsely rounded stomach.

"One, blending in." He excused, voice smooth as velvet in her ear. "Two, making sure that thing is still off." He continued, the bomb was currently off and wouldn't be turned on until Sara planted it and started the timer. That being said it was still a good idea for Sara to be very careful and avoid crashing into anything.

"And how would you be able to tell?" She asked with a playful grin, one that made it look as though she were laughing at something he said.

"Call it a gift," Len smirked before beginning to lead her through the crowd.

They mingled around for about ten minutes or so before Sara left claiming that she was going to the bathroom. While she was gone Len hung casually around the bar, admittedly looking around to see if there was anything worth stealing. Once he determined that there wasn't (aside from the few wallets he had already swiped) he waited patiently for Sara to return. He wasn't sure how long this was supposed to take, though he was fairly certain it shouldn't be this long. Just when he was starting to grow concerned he saw her coming back, and when he spotted her and saw that she was still wearing her coat yet still looked pregnant, he knew something was wrong.

When she approached him he was about to ask, but she plastered that fake and sexy smile onto her face, pulling him gently down to her height so that she could whisper in his ear.

"There's a problem," her face was happy and flirty, but her voice shook with fear.

"What problem?" He asked quietly and so she responded by grabbing his hand and leading him away, not replying until they were safely through the door that lead to the basement.

"It's stuck," she finally told him as they headed down the stairs.

"What do you mean it's stuck?" He just had to ask, because how was it possible that Rip secured the bomb so well that the assassin couldn't get it off?

"I mean I can't get the bomb off!" Sara exclaimed just as the two of them made it into the secret room where Sara was supposed to leave the bomb.

"I got that," Len said with a deadpan glare, "I mean why can't you get it off?" He demanded as she began pulling up her dress, allowing him to see the damaged fasten on her back.

"That happened when I tried," she explained, trying to ignore the fact that she felt Len's eyes flicking back and forth between the clasps and staring at her exposed ass.

With a growl of frustration he began fiddling with the clasp, Sara moving one hand to hold the fake belly in place to prevent it from dropping to the ground should he actually manage to get it. He couldn't of course and he soon found himself growling even louder.

"Ok plan B, did you bring a knife?" He asked and Sara rolled her eyes.

"Don't you think I thought of giving myself a C-section?" She asked jokingly, now it was Len's turn to roll his eyes. "The wire runs through the straps, cut it and this thing goes off. Cut any piece of it by stabbing into the middle and it goes off. I also tried pulling it over my head and stepping out of it, it won't budge." She went through the list of all the ways out of this she had thought of before adding a muttered, "I knew this was a bad idea."

Len thought about this for a minute, processing the information and trying to think of another way. Then, when it finally dawned on him, he roamed over Sara's exposed legs for the item that he would've suspected she'd keep there.

"Where's the knife?" He finally asked; he expected her to repeat that cutting out the bomb was not an option but apparently she trusts him, because she simply rolled her dress a little higher until the bottom of her bra was exposed and he noticed the blade peeking out from the side.

"If you haven't noticed my hands are a little occupied," she snapped him out of his slight daze, giving him more or less unspoken permission to reach up and take the blade himself.

He ignored the fact that she could've moved her left hand, the one holding the fake belly carefully, for long enough to hand him the knife. Just like she ignored the slight shudder that ran up her spine when his gentle fingers brushed carefully against her ribcage. Once he had what he needed he moved and came to kneel in front of her, much to her confusion, especially when he took her left hand in his own and moved it off of the fake stomach.

"What-?"

"Trust me," he said it so earnestly, letting her know that he was fully aware that he couldn't remove the bomb from the front. With a gulp she nodded her silent agreement, and let him set to work.

For a brief moment he hesitated, knowing the consequences of one wrong move. But they needed to get this off her, so he began. He was careful with stabbing the knife into the nylon, using just enough force to cut into it. He then carefully began carving out a circle until he made it back around and could actually touch the bomb. He couldn't defuse it this way, not unless he wanted to risk blowing Sara up in the process. He looked up at her while his hand reached into his coat and he pulled out the cold gun, only then did Sara realize what he was doing.


"You ok?" Len asked Sara from her doorway later on that night. In the end, the mission had been a total bust. He froze the bomb which prevented it from detonating at all and therefor means they went in there for nothing, not to mention that his gun gave Sara an acute case of frostbite on her stomach. But she was mostly recovered from that and was now sitting on her bed reading a book.

"Yeah," she replied, setting down her book and meeting his eyes, prompting him to go in and take a seat next to her. "Thank you," she said and he smirked.

"I may not be a hero but I wouldn't leave you with a bomb strapped to your stomach," he said and she laughed just a little.

"For that too," she said, "But I meant for convincing me to take the mission." She continued, a thoughtful look on her face that warned Len not to say anything just yet. There were walls slowly coming down in her mind and if he interrupted they would not only shoot right back up but also be built higher. "I always wanted to have kids one day, but I gave that idea up when I was rescued by Ivo." She explained, she had mentioned before about the man who rescued her from the ocean. She had said that he was the start of her becoming a monster, despite how many times the team told her she was far from a monster. "I was so afraid that putting on that disguise would force me to think about it, what it would be like, and how I'll never be able to do it." She said and this time her eyes signaled that her walls were as down as they were coming for now and he could speak if he wanted to.

"Did it?" He asked and she smirked,

"Yeah," she confessed, the fact that she said it with a smile almost inspired one of Leonard's own. "Who knows, if I stay on this track, I just might make it there someday." She said and there was something written on her face that Len had never seen in her before: self-pride.

"Give me a call when that happens, I want to see what kind of torture a pregnant you inflicts on the poor sap who gets stuck with you." He joked and to his slight surprise she laughed, a certain air of agreement in her tone.

"You really are an ass," she told him bluntly so he smirked.

"I try," he said before getting to his feet, "See you later assassin." He said as he walked out of her room.

"Goodnight crook," she called and as he walked out of the room he couldn't help the thoughtful smile that crossed his face as he entertained the idea of having children one day for a the first time since he was a child himself.