Author's Note: So. Leverage. 2.5. Awesome. I liked the episode more for the humour than anything else, but I'm definitely not complaining. The team is back baby! I've watched 'The Runway Job' several times over, searching for something to turn into a drabble. And here it is. A little note, I'll be getting back into my groove, a drabble a week, more than likely co-in-siding with the newest episode. So enjoy!

Thanks to my reviewers and silent stalkers. Keep it up!

Disclaimer: If I owned Leverage, guy-liner and leather pants would make reoccurring appearances.

The strobe lights glared in her eyes while the music blared in her ears, the bass causing her whole head to vibrate. She glanced back at the designer, the corset causing her to gasp for breath, the hairspray weighing down her hair. The sparkles of the dress were driving her crazy and the shoes hurt like hell already.

The man gestured for her to go on, and she had no choice but to listen. She had seen women walk down the runway before, how hard could it be?

Timidly at first she walked. Then, as the cameras flashed in her face and eyes attached to her body, she grew more confident, picking up the pace a little, giving them a show.

Strutting.

She reached the end and struck a pose, over exaggerating her movement too much, but she didn't care. She paused, glared into the large camera lens only feet from her face, scared that if she smiled or looked away the spell would be broken. Then she turned heel and made her way back toward the safety of behind stage, making sure to bring her feet down with a bang.

So caught up with the moment, feeling so alive. Those people, they were watching her. And suddenly, the dress didn't feel so awkward, her hair was lighter than air, and the shoes made her feel tall. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she fought to suppress it.

Then, she tripped.

She tripped, and it all came back to her. The timid ness in front of crowds, the insecurity, the feeling of being so constricted by the stupid clothes. The cameras were no longer friends, they were liabilities. She knew her pictures would be everywhere.

She stayed on the ground for a moment; breathing deeply, trying to bury herself, lock away that part of herself in that small box she kept in her mind.

And Parker the thief came back.

"All clear, grab the drive."

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