AN: This one is a "Kimiko Marie" 'verse fic. That means it's mostly an Angel/Leverage fic, but has a bit of Close to Home in it as well. Basically, in this 'verse, Eliot has retired to raise his four-year-old daughter, and has recommended his twin brother Lindsey (from Angel) to be his replacement on the team. Lindsey has a past as Jack from Close to Home, except that instead of *spoilers* him dying at the end of Season 1, his family did instead. *end spoilers* But that last part doesn't matter in this one, so feel free to just ignore it, 'kay?

You can find all the stories in this 'verse listed on my profile, or you can check out my previous Leverage birthday fics (the chapters labeled 'K') and the one-shot "Baby Blues."

Summary: A vignette in the "Kimiko Marie" 'verse. Kimi, Hardison, and Lindsey. Leverage/Angel crossover.

K is for Kimi

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Kimi dances with carefully calculated reckless abandon.

She dances the way Eliot fights.

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"You want this?"

Hardison chuckles while Kimi jumps and swipes another hand at him, trying to grab the DVD case that he's holding out of her reach.

Kimi screws up her face in anger, her normally rosy cheeks even redder than usual. "Alec Wunnerlan!" she pouts, addressing him by her pet name for him, and puts tiny hands on her hips. "That's not nice."

"If you want it, you gotta work for it, lil' bit," Hardison grins, and pulls the DVD away again.

Lindsey shakes his head from his armchair. "I wouldn't keep teasing her like that," he warns mildly over the top of his book.

"Why not?" Hardison asks, "You're just jealous because she likes playing with me more than you," he concludes smugly. Although Uncle Lin-Lin has always been a favorite of Kimi's, Uncles Alec Wunnerlan and Nato and Aunts Sofeee and Parker (for some reason, "Parker" is the only name that little Kimi can - or will - pronounce correctly) have been gaining in popularity, due to their propensity to heap expensive and completely unnecessary presents upon her.

Lindsey merely smiles and shrugs, turning a page in his book. "If you say so. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Lindsey's words prove to be quite correct; while the adults had been distracted in their conversation, Kimi had backed up a dozen steps, and now, she thunders towards Hardison with the speed and power (and bellow) of an enraged bull and launches at him in a full-body tackle.

Although Kimi, as a slight, four-year-old child, weighs next to nothing in comparison to the aforementioned bull, Hardison, being unprepared for it, topples back into a sprawl with Kimi sitting on top of him.

Lindsey chuckles. "Like father like daughter," he grins, "Saw that one comin' a mile away. Sometimes all you see is how tiny an' cute she looks an' how sweet she is. But you just gotta remember whose kid she is, Hardison."

From her victorious position on top of Hardison's chest, Kimi leans over and grabs the much-desired DVD from the defeated hacker's limp hand and holds it up triumphantly for her Uncle Lin-Lin to see.

"Good girl, Kimi darlin'," Lindsey says, and digs in his pocket for a small toy that he hands to her. "That's for winning me that bet with your daddy. There's another one in it for you if you win me the one with Nate."

Hardison groans up at them from the floor. "Seriously, Lindsey? Seriously?"

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AN: The bet with Nate? No idea. You tell me. And yes, Hardison is mean for teasing a little kid like that. He has since learned his lesson.