When Eliot walked into Nate's apartment the next morning he found Hardison talking in depth to a strange woman on the couch. Nate was leaning across the kitchen island drinking a large cup of coffee, observing like usual.

"Hey man." Hardison acknowledged when he saw the hitter walk in.

"Eliot this is Layla. Layla this is Eliot." Hardison introduced, smirking as the two looked each other over then nodded.

"What do have Eliot?" Nate asked.

"Photos of the car," Eliot replied pulling out a manila envelope handing it over to Nate.

Layla was up and had the photos in her hand before Nate had a chance to look at them. She just smiled as she spread them out over the counter.

"You could have asked." Nate told her crossing his arms over his chest.

"You were going to give them to me anyway." She replied shifting the pictures again. "How did you get these anyway?"

"Hardison said he and Parker were from a classic car enthusiast magazine." Eliot said with a smirk.

Layla just shook her head. The car looked simple enough, nothing really out of the ordinary. He had had an alarm installed, but it was a simple by-pass. She was pleased the photos were very thorough.

"Now this isn't right." She muttered to herself.

"What isn't right?" Nate asked as both he and Eliot leaned over to look.

"This," She pointed to the trunk picture. "The interior doesn't match the rest of the car."

"How can you tell?" Eliot asked. To him it looked all the same dark color.

"Hardison can you bring up the photo you showed me last night of the car." Layla asked.

Hardison pulled up the picture of Miller leaning against the car.

"Now pull up the photo you and Parker took of the car."

Once again Hardison brought up the picture request.

"Put them side by side." Layla asked. Her brow furrowed as she studied the photo's . "Damn."

"What?" Eliot asked.

"He's done something to the trunk. The back end in your photo is lower than it is in the this one."

Hardison looked at her with his mouth open for a moment then went right to work typing on his laptop.

"I don't believe this. She's right." Hardison shook his head. "Damn girl how'd you do that?"

"I know cars Hardison." She replied simply, before turning on Nate. "You knew this." It was a statement not a question.

"Sophie's been posing as an administrative assistant for almost two weeks at Linden. She's had complete access to Miller's office, and that was clean. Hardison went over his computer with a fine toothed comb and the only red flag that popped up was that he had some expensive work done on his car."

"That as far as we know hasn't been any kind of accident." Hardison replied.

"That's when I figured we needed to get a hold of that car. We needed you."

Layla sighed and rubbed her forehead, not pleased that she wasn't told the truth from the start.

"Ok, but Nate I get to keep the car when we're through." She informed him with a stern look.

Nate held up his hands in surrender. "You can do what you want with the car I just don't want to know."

"Deal." Layla

________________________________________________________________________

"Can I just say how nuts I think this is." Eliot informed the whole team from the stearing wheel of his truck.

"It could be worse." Layla said from the passenger seat with a smile.

Eliot just looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He almost didn't want to know at the same time it slightly intrigued him.

"How?" He growled.

"Could be more than one car?"

Laughter came across the comms from Hardison. Sophie just got here so Miller should be on his way home.

"When he gets here we'll slip in snag the car and get back in no time." Layla told them. "Just be ready with the gate."

Eliot huffed again and glanced at his passenger. She was securing her hair into a ponytail with a rubber band. He looked away when she smiled at him, having caught him staring.

"This is going to work you know." She told him.

"Let's hope you're right." Eliot muttered as he watched the silver car pull into the drive.

"Hardison, he's home. Let's wait a few minuets and then hit the gate." Layla told the hacker.

I know the plan, woman.

Layla laughed then looked over at Eliot. He was scanning the area, but was acutely aware of everything around him.

"I know what I'm suppose to do." Eliot told her.

Now that we all know what we were suppose to do, can we do it. Nate told them.

"On our way."