A/N: Well, the votes have it. Four obstained (were IDK about it,) two voted no and two voted yes. But gibbsrossi voted yes and since this gift is for gibbsrossi, the vote counts twice which means three votes yes. Thus, you have an epilogue. I hope you guys like it!

"You want us to con a grifter?" Eliot gasped in complete and utter shock, "You do realize she's the best out there, right? That's next to impossible!"

"We did take out that legacy con artist person," Parker replied with a smile. She did enjoy a challenge and what better than to con Sophie Devereaux?

Well, sort of.

"It's not really conning," Nate explained, "We're just hiding something from her."

"Which is different from conning," Parker nodded teasingly.

Hardison oohed at her statement and gave her a fist bump in pride. Eliot kindly joked back the laughter at the two. The mastermind glared at them all.

"You're not helping," he growled.

"Well neither are you," Hardison pressed, "We've been to fifteen different jewelry stores already. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to keep that woman distracted? She can literally smell the different kind of stores on you."

"It's kind of cool actually," Parker giggled, "She had Hardison squirming for at least an hour before I could rescue him."

"It didn't help that you were in the air ducts giggling about it," the hacker growled playfully.

Nate rolled his eyes. Seriously, he was trying to find the perfect ring and they were flirting. If he didn't find something soon he was going to suggest they get married. It would be fun to watch them squirm at the idea. He put that plan on the back burner and started looking at the rings again.

"You're not going to find it, bro," Eliot giggled next to him. Yep, he was totally humiliated now. The hitter was actually giggling at his search.

"I'll find it," Nate argued.

"Nope," the hitter shook his head, "You're too much of a perfectionist. There's no such thing as the perfect ring, especially for Sophie Devereaux."

Nate swallowed at that. He couldn't help feeling the hitter was at least right about that. It was slowly driving him nuts that he couldn't find it. He had an unlimited budget and still managed to turn up empty at every store. He even went to Paris for a solid week without the grifter, much to her dismay and boy did she make him pay for it, and still he couldn't find the right one.

"We're getting close I can feel it," Nate replied. Okay, so apparently he was now in denial but whatever. He was going to get the right ring before he proposed. Sophie deserved the best after all.

"Are you sure you're ready for this kind of commitment?" Eliot demanded, his voice suddenly turning responsible. "I mean, thieves don't get married. It's a well-known weakness."

"Archie did it," Nate pointed out softly, "and Sophie's the best. We'll be fine. So stop worrying."

"I'm just trying to figure out why you haven't found the right one," Eliot shrugged in reply.

"Every ring I look at just doesn't have her saying yes," the mastermind replied.

He internally punched himself in the face for that. Then he mentally punched the hitter for doing that while he was distracted. He should have caught onto it sooner. Oh well, the damage was done. Time to control it.

"Oh so that's the problem," the hitter smirked, "You're afraid she's going to say no."

Nate laughed.

"Actually, no," he said, "I know she's going to say yes."

"Then why do you need the ring?" The hitter said, quirking an eyebrow elegantly.

"To tell her that I'm serious," Nate shrugged, "Besides she deserves the whole fairytale moment."

"Nate, I found it!" Parker cheered from across the room.

The mastermind and hitter turned towards her. Hardison was nodding his head and encouraging them to see the piece. He was chewing on yet another sandwich while chugging down orange soda. The thief was jumping up and down like a crazy person, cuz she was, and waving them over. Every eye in the store looked at them like they were heathens. Nate and Eliot turned towards each other, rolling their eyes at the pair. Then they smiled and joined them.

"You're right, Parker. That's the one!"