Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still don't own Leverage. And I also don't own Cliff Notes. (Don't worry, you'll understand what I mean in a little bit.)

Author's notes: This one actually has dialogue in it so...Yeah!

The hair on the back of his neck rose, and he started to get that weird feeling he got, when he thought he was being watched.

Eliot looked around the café from his seat in the back corner. He didn't see anything unusual, but his instincts told him that something wasn't right. And his instincts were never wrong. So he decided to wolf down the little food he had left, and got out of there as soon as he could.

As he was leaving the café he saw a black van parked across the street. And decided to take note of the suspicious-looking car.

On his way home Eliot decided to take the long way home. He would make unnecessary turns, double back by making u-turns, and didn't take the direct route home. This way he'd be able to spot a car if it was following him. None of them were, but ever since the restaurant, he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched.

I'm being paranoid, he thought to himself. I gotta stop watching all those horror movies with Hardison, it's startin' to go to my head.

When he got home he was feeling exhausted. The extra driving had cost him an hour, so it was now approaching 12:30. He had been up since 6 A.M., and he never got a chance to drink all of his coffee at the café, so he was ready for bed.

He kicked off his boots near the front door, and headed for the kitchen. After he grabbed a beer, he noticed his phone had a new message on it. He sat on the couch and pushed play on his voicemail.

It was Hardison. "Hey man. It's me. I know it's late, and you're probably gonna beat me up for this…but I need you to come down to the offices. Now, calm down. Before you pull a Hulk and get all big and green and start throwin' things 'cause ya mad, just hear me out. I need you to come down here so you can take a look at somethin' for me. And no, it can't wait 'til tomorrow. So…see ya' in a few."

Contrary to Hardison's belief, Eliot hadn't turned green-instead he turned red. I can't believe he wants me to drag my ass down there just so I can look at something stupid for him. It's probably just gonna be some new application for that stupid World of Witchcraft thing, or whatever it was called, thought Eliot. He took an angry sip of his beer and then slammed it down on the table.

Despite himself, he got up and started moving toward the door. He didn't know why he was doing this, pre-Leverage Consulting Eliot never would have done this. In fact pre-Leverage Eliot wouldn't have even bothered to listen to the whole message. But somewhere in the back of his mind was a voice that told him that what Hardison wanted him to see could be important. So he pulled on his boots and left his apartment heading for the car.

Eliot was the last one to reach the office. Apparently, Hardison had called the whole team down. Eliot walked into the conference room where the whole team was gathered talking to each other.

"Yeah I still don't understand what that means," Nate slurred out.

"Maybe it's because your drunk," reprimanded Sophie.

"No. I was drunk, now I'm sober," he corrected, "My last drink was more than an hour ago. And I only had a glass or two of scotch."

"Just because you've stopped drinking doesn't mean you're sober," declared Parker.

"Actually, Parker that's exactly what that means," stated Hardison.

"No, what she meant was, that just because he's not currently drinking-"

"I disagree, I think-"

"-exactly what I said-"

"I agree with Nate-"

They all started to talk over each other. And it kept getting louder and louder until--

"Alright enough!" Eliot yelled form just inside the door, "Now, can someone please update me on what's goin' on."

After a couple of seconds of silence, Hardison finally spoke up. "I was just explaining to everyone what I called them in for."

"And it made no sense," mumbled Nate.

"It made perfect sense," replied Sophie. (Apparently Sophie had better hearing than Nate thought).

"Either way," Eliot said, slightly louder than necessary to get Nate and Sophie's attention, "can you just give me the Cliff Note's version."

"Fine. About an hour ago I was on my computer playing World of Warcraft."

Oh yeah, that's what it's called.

"And I was totally kickin' this trolls butt even though-- But, I digress…," Hardison amended after getting looks from everyone. Except Parker. But that was probably just because she thought it was a real troll.

"Anyway…A couple of months ago I installed this new application to my computer. It'll alert me if anyone ever tries to hack into my computer. And while I was playing my game it went off. At first I thought maybe a virus from the game tripped it, but then I started trying to track the source. And I couldn't find it. I mean I. Couldn't. Find. It.," he said, emphasizing every word.

"Meaning what?" Eliot asked.

"It means that it was a professional. It means that a professional hacker was trying to get something out of Hardison's computer," Nate said, forced out of his partially-drunk haze by that harsh realization. "Any idea what they were looking for, and if they got it?" Nate said, now totally focused on the problem at hand.

"Information. They pulled my files on the offices, on all of us, and on our cases. Whoever it was they knew what they were doing, because they got it all."

"Do you think it was the police, or the FBI?" asked Sophie.

"No I don't think so," Nate said deep in thought.

"Wait. More importantly, why do you have files of each of us?" Parker inquired.

"Uhhh…" Hardison froze.

Parker kept rambling. "What's mine say? Can I read it? Can I read yours? Can I--"

"Wait?" Eliot interrupted "How is that more important?"

"He invaded my privacy. And I take that personally."

"There's something' wrong with-- oh never mind. Can we focus on the fact that someone just got all the information on us they needed. And we don't even know who they are, or what it is they want."

The room fell silent as they all sat in deep thought, finally realizing how serious the situation was.

They probably would have stayed frozen like that, if there wasn't a loud thud that shook them out of there reveries. They all turned there head sharply toward the door just in time to see it be kicked in by a large group of men. And before they even realized what had just happened, they saw the man make a beeline straight for them.

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