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Leverage

Chapter 6: Ideas and Bombs

"What happened, Hardison?" Nate asked when Hardison's screen went blank.

"I-I'm not sure," he hit a few keys, "but I think we're in trouble."

From her perch on the arm of the couch, Parker began calling for Elliot through the com. "I'm not getting a response, guys. Something's wrong."

"That would be because the FBI guy took his com," Nate told her.

To Sophie, the girl actually seemed worried, "Don't worry Parker; we'll get him back, darling."

"Of course we will," Nate assured everyone, watching studiously as Hardison got the computer up again.

"Okay guys, it looks like they pulled the fingerprint file before I was able to fully change it. They have him," Hardison swore under his breath.

"Hardison, where is he being taken?" Nate's foot tapped.

Again, he tech-monkeyd a bit before announcing that Elliot would be in a privet cell at the local jail three blocks from the hotel.

"Good, good. Let's go steal us a jail."

After enduring a strip search by a guard who enjoyed his job a little too much, Elliot was dressed in the typical orange jumpsuit and placed in his own privet cell due to his "uncharacteristically violent" behavior.

Hardison had basic schematics of the jail pulled up on his laptop; Elliot's cell was highlighted in red. "Okay, security around the jail is light compared to what we've faced before, but without a hitter–"

Nate finished for him, "The security around his cell will be difficult to bypass."

"I have an Idea." It surprised everyone when Parker stood up.

Booth was waiting for Brennan in the office she had borrowed from one of the coroners, fiddling with the human skull that was on the desk. Something about the arrest didn't feel right. This Elliot Spencer was dangerous, that he knew all too well, but, he noticed during the scuffle, he employed practiced and learned martial moves. Unless Brennan hadn't mentioned them, showings of this nature weren't on the bones. Also, after looking through the man's record, Elliot had never been one to use guns. Booth was just running a thumb down the zygomatic process of the skull when Bones walked into the office with piles of paperwork.

She paused just in the doorway. "Booth, what are you doing here?"

"Just a thought, Bones," he pointed a finger at her with the hand that held the skull. "I fought that man."

"Yes you did and you did well," she took the skull exasperatedly and sat it back on the desk, "except that for those bruises."

"Well, he's studied. He is a learned fighter and he strategizes."

"Really?" She was looking through the paperwork now. "It just seemed he was beating you up."

"Bones!"

"Sorry."

"As I was saying: test me. If the injuries match up to the dead guy then he definitely did it. Common," he saw her hesitate, "you did it before with that chick boxer. Do it to me."

Reluctantly and eventually, Bones agreed.

Elliot was, as I have said before, alone in his cell, head in his hands . . . boy was he bored.

Suddenly, from across the jail he heard a large BOOM which he could only relate to an explosion. A big one.

"Don't worry sir, everything is alright, but you will presently be moved to a different cell." The voice was familiar but the first striking thing about it was that it was female.

"P-Parker?" Elliot squinted to see through the bars and under the guard's hat.

"That's right, Loverly!" She winked, "I've been reading," this was almost a hiss.

Elliot face-palmed as he remembered where he had gotten his alias; He also cursed Sophie for buying Parker those damn books. (A/N: the Edge Chronicles by Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell, great books!)