A/N: I appreciate all of the reviews. I decided to use Frankies Girl 21's suggestion in this, and I will (attempt to) do more requests. So review and let me know your opinions/ requests! Sorry, though- it is very unlikely that Eliot + Parker will become Eliot/Parker.
T – 260 minutes
It was finally perfect. Finally. It only took him 3 hours. Hardison stepped back, admiring his work. The hall containing all of their offices was completely covered with strands of yarn. Hardison found said yarn in the back of Nate's coat closet and wasn't about to ask him why there was yarn in there to begin with. He then spent his time "decorating" the hall and making sure Parker wasn't peeking.
After hand cramps from the scissors, back aches from bending awkwardly to put the strings up, a bruised knee from falling off a step ladder (twice) and a reduced ego from Eliot catching him with the multi-colored yarn, his masterpiece was finished. He looked in wonder at the sight in front of him; there were strands of yarn (poorly) taped across the hallway in something resembling laser beams. True, they didn't move, but with all that effort, she was lucky he didn't torch the whole building down.
Hardison limped into the kitchen/ living room dramatically. "Ok. It's ready."
Parker jumped up from the couch and ran to see the surprise. She stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw it. Her eyes grew wider as she turned to thank Hardison, but he was lying on the floor in the kitchen twitching with an orange soda by his side. She shrugged and surveyed the course. Non-moving lasers would normally be a piece of cake, but Hardison definitely made this course tricky. There was no easy path through. Especially because half of the yarn fell off the tape on one side, so it was dangling.
She was still eyeing it when Hardison came limping back. "It's been 40 minutes," he informed her.
On the other side of the hallway stood Eliot in a 'Kiss the Cook' apron. "I want to get to my office," he began, "but all this stupid yarn is in the way. So hurry up. There's a prize. Well, you can pick one of two. I baked you these cookies," he showed her the pile of steamy deliciousness, "or you can have this." He took off the apron and his shirt and neatly folded them, showing her the other pile of steamy deliciousness- abs. "Yeah," he said to the two gaping faces, "they're real."
With that, Parker took a running start and did ninja flips across the yarn. It was awesome. In no time she was on the other side. Eliot went to hug her, but instead Parker grabbed the cookies and shoved three into her mouth. "Thanks Eliot," she mumbled, crumbs flying everywhere.
"Damn, it Parker," Eliot sighed. "There definitely has to be something wrong with you."