I'm so in love with Leverage and Christian Kane's band, so I couldn't resist.

Pretty girl on every corner
Sunshine turns the sky to gold
Warm, warm, its always warm here
I can't take the cold

Street littered with diamonds
Everyone is glistening
This whole world shines so brightly
I can't see a thing

There was something to be said about Boston in the spring; it was magical. Flowers covered the trees and gardens in an aray of colors, the scent of blossoms drifted through the air, and everyone seemed to be in brighter spirits. Except for Eliot Spencer of course, but that could be due to the fact he was sitting in his truck waiting for the dark haired grifter to leave her apartment, or because he was going with her to get her hair done. The dark beauty had coerced the hitter into accompanying her with the promise of keeping Parker from breaking into his apartment for the next few days; a past-time the blonde had taken to doing at least twice a day. But he couldn't say no to the grifter, he never really could, so when she emerged from her apartment building in a green chiffon sundress and her usual black stilettos he sighed and started up the engine.

"Good morning, Eliot." Sophie greeted as she climbed in the truck.

"Mornin'." he grunted, brushing chestnut locks out of his pale eyes. "Where is this place anyway?"

"It's over on Newbury Street, it's called Athena." she directed as she strapped herself in.

Pulling away from the curb they headed to the Rodeo Drive of Boston, where all the top salons, restaurants, and shops were located. Eliot wasn't surprised at all that Sophie got her hair done there, the grifer didn't even blink at the extreme prices of the things she purchased whether it be $1500 boots or a $200 haircut. According to Sophie if you don't take care of yourself and make yourself happy, then you'll never be able to make someone else happy or live the life you want. That's why Eliot supposed he was so protective of her, she would do anything to make the other members of the team happy and was like a mother to them. She also had no problem splurging on the others if what she got them would make them happy, like the Christmas gift she got Eliot last year; a set of kitchen knives from Spain with his initials craved in silver into the Spanish Maple handle.

As they neared the ever popular Newbury street Eliot noticed how his truck stood out against the more expensive Volvo's, BMW's, and few Mercedes' driving around. Posh shops lined the street on either side, all giving off a vibe of high fashion and even higher prices.

"Oh! It's just there, right near that Cherry Tree." Sophie exclaimed, pointing towards a shop front on the right side of the street.

Sliding effortlessly into a parking space a few doors down from the shop they left the truck, Sophie gliding next to Eliot with a large smile lighting up her face while Eliot looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You're going to love this place, it's wonderful!" she gushed, linking her arm with his.

All the buildings surrounding them radiated the gothic influence and most, if not all, were built of red brick and had glass shop fronts that displayed every type of good you could imagine. This was definitely a Sophie kind of place Eliot noted as they strolled pass a boutique filled with heels of all kinds and in all colors.

"Here it is!"

They stood infront of a store made entirely up of large windows, the framing around the glass all sleek black wood and the word Athena was placed above the door, cut from a gold colored metal and in Greek style writing; this had Sophie written all over it. Skipping over to the large doors made of frosted glass Sophie slipped in, Eliot quickly following behind her.

The inside of the salon was a pale sage color and the first thing you noticed as you walked in was a receptionist area to the left made of what appeared to be white marble with the shops name stationed on the front. All the hairdressing stations were made of the same white marble as the receptionist desk but housed circular gilded mirrors above them and were seperated from each other by ceiling tall pillars.

Standing behind the stations were a dozen hairdressers, all working on a client, and all dressed in white dresses bordering on Grecian style. The first station on the right, Eliot noticed, was devoid of it's owner and the soft white chair empty of a client.

"Annabella!" Sophie squealed, waving at a young woman standing near the shampoo area in the back.

She was speaking to a dark haired man donned in pale colors and at the sound of her name a smile broke out on her face. Excusing herself from the conversation she rushed towards Sophie, her gold sandles making light tapping sounds on the gold flecked marble floor and her white dress swirling around her knees.

"Aunt Sophie!" she cried, wrapping her arms around the older womans waist.

"Aunt?" Eliot questioned, inspecting the small woman wrapped around the grifter.

Turning to face the hitter Sophie presented the woman in her arms and Eliot got a good look at her. She was small, just reaching Eliots chin, and her hair was the same dark brown as Sophie's but instead it was cropped short into a pixie cut and made her dark brown eyes seem doe like. Her chin was pointed and delicate, her mouth made up of two full, pink lips, and it all lead to a small waist which tapered to her rounded hips.

"Annabella, this is my friend Eliot," Sophie started, motioning towards the rough man. "Eliot, this is my neice. Annabella Deveroux."

"Hello." Annabella greeted, a soft smile on her pale face.

"Ma'm." Eliot responded, nodding his head in her direction.