Finally the next part! Thanks to all of the people who read and reviewed and giving me the love!

For anyone interested in a great Leverage Eliot centric fic – read Four Is Not Enough by LiliFarye! It is an amazing fic and more people need to read it! Her narration of the characters is spot on like in the series!

To LiliFayre – This chapter has a bit of your favorite new pairing and it was fun to write!

Warning – unbetaed. Will be someday!

Chapter Five: The Con Part One

Donna loves working at Pearson and Hardman.

It wasn't because she has the best boss out of the entire firm or that she has enough power to even make Jessica respect her, but it was mostly for the drama. Well, everyone's but Harvey's drama. From the boys at the mailing room to the senior partners, the drama always entertained Donna to the fullest. Especially Louis's because well, the guy was just asking for it.

The only downside of it all was that there was barely any eye candy for Donna. Not that there weren't attractive people working at the firm; but frankly suits, neat hair, and nicely shaven cheeks are the norm and it was like looking at grown up boarding school students. At least with the guys, the girls however have much more distinction. So when a client comes in, it was usually the highlight of Donna's hour to see what sort of person they are before they get their life sucked by the partners.

Okay, she was making most of that up – usually it was just the highlight of her minute, because frankly Donna had better things to do.

It is also rather ironic that Donna hates lawyers – at least those who don't work at Pearson and Hardman with the slight exception of Louis. With Louis, she just hates him as a man. The reason is that alien lawyers tend to look down on her because of her job description and because they want to look down her blouse. It was usually those times that Donna really hated not being able to do anything about the losers other than to make them as uncomfortable as much as she can while getting away with it. Harvey usually pretends to be doing something just so he could watch the show from the corner of his eye.

Mike, however…

Donna glanced over at the empty office beside her before turning back to her work. Mike Ross was a sweetheart until the idiot ran away, except Donna really couldn't say if the reality of not having any family – the last of your kind sort of way is an inexcusable reason to quit. After all, Donna grew up with a large family and they have been keeping in touch for years. Hell, even Harvey has family even though she had spent most of the time holding off some of their calls.

Anymore sad thoughts of runaways and family were swiped to the side as soon as she saw Harvey heading towards his office. From the blank look on his face, Donna could tell that the man was pissed off and it wasn't even ten – oh, wait there's Louis. Oh crap, Harvey letting Louis into his office means something bad is happening. The last time the man went into the office with Harvey's (Jessica's) blessing was like four years ago with that huge case of embezzlement. Shifting her eyes away from Louis (because who really wants to spend their time looking at the man willingly), Donna saw two new people behind him. One was a tall blond woman with decently stylish clothing although a bit more modest compared to what most of the females wore here at Pearson and Hardman. The redhead didn't get a good look at her face because her eyes zeroed on the man beside the woman.

He was shorter than the woman beside him and he was nothing like any lawyer she had ever seen. Donna had seen all sorts of lawyers since working at Pearson and Hardman. There were the cookie-cutter type douches, the smooth talkers (like Harvey), the losers (like Louis), the hippies who try to be professional but never could pull it off, and of course the boring ones. But this guy was nothing like them. True, his hair was longer like the hippies and pulled back, but it looked thick and Donna's fingers were itching to pull that hair tie out to see it loose.

The face wasn't the classic handsome or pretty boy look that most lawyer's have but it was definitely good looking and honest. There was also a touch of ruggedness to it that made her toes tingle. It made the glasses look more delicate. God, she loves it when a man looks so complex! Too bad his hands were in his pockets like he had nothing better to do than to walk to an office. But when he locked on eyes on her, Donna almost pushed her seat back to get some distance.

His eyes weren't the usual appreciative ones like most men gave her. It was like he was assessing her if she was a threat. And he didn't dismiss her, but kept his eyes locked on hers, but there was a small twitch at the corner of his mouth like he could not help but be amused or liked what he saw. Donna gave him a wide smirk just to prove that he better like what he saw.

"Donna, let me introduce you to some people, Kevin Hunter and Jenma Jenkins." Harvey stated with his most professional smile. It was the type of smile that signaled to Donna that he was less than pleased to introduce these new people to her.

"Ma'am." Hunter said with an offer to shake her hand. Donna took it and marveled at the feel of dry, strong skin and the firmness of the handshake. They were really nice hands. The woman, Jenkins, barely gave a wave before looking down at the floor. "Don't worry about her; she's just a bit shy."

"It's fine." And her eyes stayed with Hunter's who gave a small smile before letting go of her hand.

"Donna, get my associate to my office, we'll be waiting for her." Her boss ordered before turning to the others. "Donna is the best around here, so if you need any help getting around, ask her."

"Just don't ask me to get you coffee." Donna added with a shark's grin. Hunter's smile became wider while Jenkins did some sort of shiver – poor girl is afraid of her, how sweet.

"No need, ma'am. I'm man enough to get my own cup." Hunter replied in a low teasing tone. It had a growling factor to it that delighted the redhead way more than she wanted. Of course, seeing Louis fidget about being man enough made her day brighter as well. Poor Norma often complained about Louis asking for coffee.

Oh yeah, life was going to get interesting and Harvey can just suck it if he has a problem with it.

"Oh god, she's going to out me."

Eliot rolled his eyes for the hundredth time since he and Mike entered the law firm. At first he was amused about Mike's paranoia about getting recognized, but it was soon getting annoying that he was tempted to smack the man to get him to stop. Two things stopped him, one was that Mike had just suffered a very traumatic ordeal that no man should ever experience – and Eliot had many experiences. Two was that it would not look good for a lawyer to smack his 'female' associate in public.

"Michael for the last time, no one is going to recognize you. We did a very good job in making you quite lovely and you are not going to ruin it by a bit of stage fright."

The Hitter was thinking that it was more about the embarrassment than the stage fright but kept his peace on that. Besides, he was going to do the hard part in convincing the lawyers that he is one. Why couldn't Mike be on the sidelines coaching instead of cross dressing? Looking at the man who was currently hovering with his broken nose, Eliot had to bite his tongue to prevent from scowling. He was really tempted to break more than the man's nose. Maybe a leg or two to ensure that he doesn't ruin their plan.

"Now remember, Michael, you are a young lady from the South who is naïve about the world and without a doubt a charming one."

"Why couldn't I be naïve and charming young man?" muttered the Fixer. Eliot only snorted while Sophie scolded the younger man into submission. He had heard this argument before while Mike had protested against the plan. Nate had gotten drunk while he and Hardison pulled Parker away for Mike's sake. Mostly because Parker had wondered out loud if they would have to cut off –

Eliot shivered at the Thief's thought and turned his mind to more pleasant thoughts. Like with the redhead. Mike had bitched and moaned about Donna the redhead about her being as sharp as Sophie with better acting skills. The Hitter had to admit that redhead was quite a looker, but he kept his guard up despite the initial attraction. He liked the soft vulnerable types more than the sharp ones. The last sharp one turned out to be someone who possibly shot him years ago on a retrieval mission. Nothing turned down romance faster than that.

There was no doubt in his mind that Donna was a shark about men, although it wouldn't stop Eliot from flirting a bit.

"Eliot," Nate's voice came out from the argument between Sophie and Mike, "Please run interference between Mike and this Donna. Just don't get distracted."

"And don't take off your earbud." Added Hardison.

"Aren't you and Parker supposed to be looking for that box?" Eliot growled lowly. Honestly, it was only a couple of times that had happen and the Hacker would not let it down. It's not like the man was flawless himself – Hardison still tends to stay up late at night to play those online games of his.

"Working on it. We're going to try locating after work hours so less people can interfere."

Eliot nodded to himself and was glad that the two lawyers were talking among themselves while he stayed close to Mike who looked like he was muttering to Eliot. Which was good because the device that Hardison and Mike created to help change the Fixer's voice was not doing a good job without the effort in making Mike's voice higher. The Hitter took his time to give himself a good look at the two men while they were preoccupied.

Louis Litt looked like a dick – that was all Eliot could say. However, Mike's paranoia was not unfound after what happed with Hardison and Parker. It was even worse now that they would be working with the man but Eliot was pretty sure that a few well place threats would shut the man. If not, Eliot could make a little accident happen.

The other lawyer, Harvey, was also a problem but less of a dick. Mike had done his best on what to expect out of Harvey Specter – that the man was as good of a reader as Nate when it came to people. However Eliot could tell that the stress of the case had gotten to Harvey to the point where the lawyer was going to slip a bit or two, which was a good thing because they need any advantage they can get to pull off one of Nate's crazy plans. And this plan was crazy.

A knock on the glass door got everyone's attention as a beautiful young woman wearing casual professional attire walked in with an expectant look. The woman was around Mike's age, maybe younger, with long brown hair, heavily creamed coffee skin with a light spattering of freckles which ironically enhanced her looks. It was obvious that her lips were made to smile but instead they were slightly pressed into a straight line.

Mike's slight hitch in breath caught Eliot's attention, but he simple angle his body with minimal movement and saw that the Fixer was surprised at the newcomer. The kid schooled his face fast enough to give an air of polite interest, but Eliot could see that Mike was shaken.

"She did it. She's a lawyer now." The Fixer muttered so quietly that only the ear bud picked it up. "Christ she's Harvey's associate."

"Eliot, do we have another complication?" Nate asked tiredly.

"Whatever it is, just shake it off, Michael." The Grifter warned.

"Zane, about time. I like you to meet your new best friend for the next few days – Jenma Jenkins." Harvey stated with a quick glance over at Eliot which made the Hitter guess the lawyer was doing some sort of power play because Mike gave a nervous glance. "Mister Hunter, Miss Jenkins, this is Rachel Zane, my associate."

"Hello." The associate greeted with a nod.

"Hi." Mike rasped and winced at the funny look he received. Eliot gave the younger man a nudge and a nod to tell him that everything was fine. Zane gave Mike a funny look but a smile crept over her face.

"Bad cold?"

"Cowboys marathon and screaming her little head off. Jenma here loves her boys." Eliot explained with a smile and a handshake. "Just call me Hunter – Mister is for my old man."

He could hear Mike snort as the associate looked charmed at the introduction. Eliot had to hold back a grin. Both Hardison and Mike could not believe how women fall for Eliot. It was something that made them envious of the Hitter. Of course there were a few ladies and men who thought of the younger boys but not enough to compare with Eliot.

"Enough with the pleasantries, we have a case to win, remember?" Louis sniped and Eliot gritted his teeth while Mike sighed. Harvey, however, had a different reaction.

"Louis, as much as I would love to congratulate the people who fixed your nose, it doesn't hurt for people to actually be polite for five minute." The senior partner mocked with such an innocent farce that did not fool anyone. "Please excuse his manners, he lately had a date with a floor and did get much out of it."

Eliot twitched his lips while Mike was coughing to cover up the laughter that was no doubt bubbling inside of that body. In his ear bud, Hardison was talking smack which made the situation even more hilarious.

"Everyone, focus." Nate warned. "Mike, go with the associate and start working on that paperwork. Eliot – "

"On it." Eliot muttered under his breath. Then he looked over at Harvey with a tolerant smile. "I've meet worse. If you don't mind, I like Jenma to start working with Miss Zane here. Two pairs of eyes would make the work faster and Jenma is magic when it comes to research."

The associate looked over at her boss before a nod was given and she turned her attention to Mike.

"If you don't mind?"

Mike gave a scared glance over at Eliot before nodding and followed Zane out of the office. Eliot nearly gave a snort as Mike gave a wide berth from Donna's desk but luckily, the woman was more focus on her computer than on the girls. Letting out a breath, Eliot turned to see both lawyers looking at the girls and was unnerved at the look Louis was giving. No doubt the man was checking out Mike's ass as well as Zane's. True, the man's ass was fine looking in a skirt, but the thought alone made Eliot queasy. Because first off, it's Mike. Second it's just plain wrong to check out the ass of a man who is like one of his little brothers. Harvey's look was no better but Eliot couldn't tell if it was a leer or if the man was speculating on something.

Either way, Eliot had a job to do.

"My associate has been suffering a great deal of emotional stress lately." Eliot began with a drawl and caught the attention of both men. "Most of her family is damn crazy and pretty much blue blood. The only reason she's my associate is because my boss, Arnold Cadmon, is her godfather."

He let it sink for a while before taking a few steps towards the two men and gave his best glare. Both lawyers didn't move, but the dry swallow from Louis and the flare of the nostrils from Harvey was enough of a tell that they were a bit unnerved.

"Jenma lost her fiancée when the poor boy got struck by lightning." This, Louis wince.

"And her grandmother died from a stroke just last month." This, Harvey blinked.

"The last person who harassed the girl was not only fired from the firm – he couldn't find any work here in the U.S. Poor man had to run to Mexico to get a job."

"Are you threatening us, Hunter?" Louis hissed. Eliot backed off with his eyebrows raised.

"Threatening you? No, nothing like that." The Hitter answered evenly. He was a little put out that the men did not relax, that's lawyers for you. "It's a promise from Cadmon if my associate – his goddaughter, is distress for any reason."

While silence filled the room, he could hear the team chatting.

"I think they get the point Eliot."

"Nah, keep going. Scare that rat bastard out of his suit. Do you know just how creepy the man is?"

"I want to tase him, again."

"Parker, we already talked about that. You can only tase people if they threaten you in the most obvious manner. We don't want another incident with the fork, right?"

"But that was years ago! I'm doing better! Hardison says so!"

"And Hardison is right, you are doing better. But let's lay off on the tasing until the Russian comes in."

"Please tase Louis. I think he was staring at my ass."

"Michael!"

"Hunter."

Eliot turned his attention to Harvey who was giving him a rather tight smile but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Let me assure you that no one in this firm would purposely cause any sort of duress towards your associate. That includes Louis."

The man in question looked like he wanted to protest at the unfair statement but a look from the senior partner silenced him. Louis then gave a nod to Eliot as further proof to Harvey's words. The Hitter gave the two stern long looks before finally nodding.

"Good, glad we got that out of the way. Because seriously I do not want to get on my boss's bad side. So, let's discuss about the case. I spoken with the client and advised him to threaten the opposite with trial."

Both Harvey and Louis looked like they had a lemon in their mouths. Taking a seat, Eliot watched over them with no amusement on his face. He was at a disadvantage with this role which would suit Mike better but he knew ways to push people – even lawyers. It was all about the bluff.

"That was presumptuous of you to advise my client." Harvey replied tightly as he sat on his office chair and leaned forward on his desk. Louis stood behind him, letting the height difference give him the advantage to look down at Eliot.

"He's our client and I think you will agree with me once you look at this." Eliot stated coolly as he pulled out the file Hardison made from the briefcase that Mike left for him. The file contained evidence against Benns as well as pictures of the bomb and a report of the analysis of the evidence.

He waited as the two lawyers looked through the file in silent interest. Leaning back against his seat, Eliot took the time to look around the office. He had to admit that Harvey Specter sure knew how to live and work right. Autographed baseballs and basketballs from all star players were trinkets that no doubt cost thousands to collectors. Taking a glance back, the shelves of records were what surprise Eliot the most. They look like the type of things that Nate and Sophie would like – not a man like Harvey Specter. Then there were plenty of hobbies that didn't really fit in with some people; like with Hardison and his art skills, Parker and that stuff animal on her bed, Mike with his collection of book – both rare and second hand, and himself with his need to have a good kitchen in any of the safe houses.

"How did you get this?"

The question was asked in a deadly tone which belonged to Louis. Harvey was still looking into the information, but Eliot was sure that Louis read enough to see that the information could bring them the upper hand. The real question was if the law firm was going to go against them or with them.

"Gentlemen, the real question you need to ask is how do we pin it on him? This information is legit through the many sources we have at Cadmon & Green. I can call in experts to go along with the evidence as well."

The junior partner was looking a bit greedy about shoving this against the opposition but Eliot gritted his teeth as he saw that Harvey was not coming around to it.

"And just what about Alton itself? Our client has lost money from the harassments as well as this car bombing, going after Benns is small time compare to what we can pull out of the company."

"Well, you first need to prove if the company is involved." Eliot growled and Nate reminded him to keep a low profile. "If we concentrate on the company, we're not going to get anything out of it. We attack Benns and threaten him with trial, we'll get more."

God, Eliot wish he could just punch something because judging from the looks between Harvey and Louis, the Hitter was going to need help working his way through this.

"Nate, I really want to hit them."

Mike winced as he finished reading through another file when he heard Eliot complain. Although he didn't know if he was wincing from the pain of the killer heels, the tight corset that was currently digging into his hips, or the really restrictive underwear that was cutting the blood flow off his dick. There was also the urge to rub his face, but he couldn't because of the make-up that would rub off and make him look normal.

That was something that can't happen with Rachel sitting across from him with her own stack of files. Nor could he run his hands through his hair because he was currently wearing a freaking wig. Also, tapping his pen against the table would make Rachel annoyed since he remembered how many times she glared at him when he did in the past. So all Mike could do was twist the pen cap around to vent a fraction of his frustration.

God the air conditioning was a bitch – his legs are cold.

"Don't. Now listen to me and tell them…"

The Fixer ignored the conversation in his ear as he took the time to review what he read. So far the finances were normal with nothing showing up to be as Hardison would say 'hinky'. Looking over at Rachel, he was amazed that the woman he had an infatuation with was now currently in his old job. Mike wondered how that arrangement came about but he could easily see Rachel proving herself to Harvey that she was better than the regular Harvard douche.

She was still stunning and Mike had to admit that she starred in many dreams along with Jenny but that was years ago. Now, he could only appreciate her looks and longed for her friendship. But he already screwed her once by lying to her about the LSATs and that he kissed her while he was trying to get into a relationship with Jenny. It wouldn't do any good to show up one day and then spend months out of contract like with Trevor and Jenny. Those two understood that his job took a lot of his time but Rachel would be curious about it.

Curious like with Harvey.

Damn, Harvey looked the same. Well, except for the new suit and tie - the color scheme do doubt coordinated by Rene. The man still had his slicked back hair, his impeccable air of superiority, still bashed Louis around, and somehow it made Mike smile but it also made his chest tighten with emotion. Actually, it's really the corset; he was being to wheeze a bit.

"I'm going to get something to drink." He rasped as he got up, wincing at the squeaking of the chair. Rachel gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded. "Would you like some?"

"Yes, two sugars with two of the hazelnut creamers."

Mike nodded and smiled but it came off as a grimace as the change in position made the blood flow cause several parts of his body to tingle painfully. Shuffling along, he waved off Rachel's look of concern before closing the door behind him.

"Nate," He whispered, "so far, the finances are legit. I'll need to look at the files without witnesses to be more through, but if you're right about the mark, he's not going to be dumb enough to use company funds."

"Good. Keep working on it. Eliot, see if you can convince the good men to give you a night to catch up at the office."

"Can I hang them off a building?"

"No, and you need to stop watching that show – it's giving you kids ideas."

"Technically, it's giving Eliot and Parker ideas. Hardison and I are perfectly fine." Mike murmured as he tried to walk without limping towards the employee break room. His heels were being rubbed raw despite the bandages and the sides of his feet were getting blisters.

"And why did I catch the two of you reading about micro bombs and collars?"

"Hey, that was just in case you ever needed one. You know, Nate, you tend to ask the impossible out of us. Making a statue cry blood? Creating a hundred year old book by scratch? Faking a volcano eruption?"

"I got it, Hardison."

Mike smiled as he managed to grab to empty mugs from the cabinet and washed them before going over to the coffee machine. It was a new one but he had seen the model before so it was easy enough to make a fresh pot. As he waited for the coffee to fill the pot, Mike leaned back against the counter and eased his right foot from the shoe for a few seconds before giving the same treatment to his left.

"New shoes?"

The Fixer straightened and slammed his foot into the torture device. He bit his tongue to prevent a scream of pain but a moan escaped instead. Looking over at the doorway, Mike saw Harvey Specter looking – no studying him with a mug in his hand. Mike gave a nod in answer.

"First time wearing them?"

Mike fidgeted but gave another nod. This time, the senior partner gave a charming smile that did not make the Fixer's insides gooey – it was the corset that was squashing his organs to pulp. Mike's heart was racing from the fear that somehow, Harvey will know and it would be embarrassing and Mike was going to rant at Sophie for the idea. Luckily, Harvey stayed away at a distance.

"Your boss tells me that you are extremely shy. He also warned us – mostly Louis to keep away from you."

A smile formed on Mike's lips as he remembered the talk Eliot had with the two lawyers. He could imagine the look on Louis's face at being threatened. However he quickly wiped it off as he saw Harvey looking at him with some sort of intent.

"First time here in New York?"

Another nod.

"Huh, like baseball?"

This time a shrug.

"Too bad that next game is an away game, I think you and your boss would like it – he seems the sort to actually get his hands dirty." Harvey added with shrug of his own.

Mike was beginning to sweat a bit at this really odd interrogation. Was Harvey flirting? He had always imagined Harvey being cooler than this when flirting with a woman. Or was he trying to get dirt on Eliot's role and using the shy naïve associate to get the info. Yeah, that sounds more like Harvey. Relieved that he was not getting hit on, Mike only shrugged his shoulders and gave a small smile. The beeping from the coffee machine saved him.

Quickly filling the two cups, Mike moved over to the sugar and creamers while Harvey lazily moved to get his own refill. The young cross dressed man really wanted to call for help, but he was too close to Harvey and the man would have a chance to hear him. He was glad that his hands didn't shake as he put in the sugar and creamers into the coffees. Parker had drilled both him and Hardison to keep steady hands when they practice their slight of hand with her.

"How is the work coming along?"

Okay Mike was going to have to answer.

"Fine," he squeaked, "nothing unusual with the finances yet."

"Good," Harvey nodded and took of cautionary sip of his own mug. However his eyes remained on Mike who finished and was starting to shuffle her way back to Rachel. "I was hoping to invite you and your boss to dinner. Louis will be going as well as Rachel. Just a time to relax, discuss the case, and get a feel for each other. As Jessica reminded me, we need to work together."

"Uh," Mike began while thinking quickly of away to get out of it but Sophie cut in.

"Accept it!"

"What?" Eliot hissed.

"Sophie – "

"Think about it. These are the key players on the case, it'll be good to get them out and the rest of us can check over their places and see if there are any clues in their involvement."

"Uh."

"Nate, you can't seriously be thinking about this!"

"She's got a good point. It's just one night out. Sorry Mike."

"Mister Hunter is very picky about his food." Mike finally commented lamely. The senior partner only smirked at the excuse.

"Trust me; I know a place that he won't say no to. I'll have Donna give you the details."

With that the man walked confidently out of the room with Mike freaking out that he would have to deal with Donna!

"Eliot…" he whined as he slowly made his way back.

"I'll deal with her."

"Now I just need to find the perfect evening gown for you, Michael!"

"Sophie…"

When Rachel finally received her coffee, the associate tried to find out why the other woman looked so sad. Mike just waved her concern away and resigned himself for a new batch of torture when he leaves the place.

Sorry it took me forever to get this the way I wanted! Yeah, Mike is going to be tortured again. I need to research to find the right evening dress for him!

Yes, there is going to be some romance between Donna and Eliot because duh, they're awesome together!

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