A/N: This is a post-ep for The D.B. Cooper Job. I loved seeing a glimpse of fangirl Sophie in this episode, and I think they missed an opportunity to follow up on that after they solved the case. They were going for a more serious tone with the episode, of course. Um, this is... not so serious. It's kind of very silly, actually. Hope you enjoy reading!

It was the day after Nate had helped close the case on D.B. Cooper once and for all.

Well, almost.

There was one slight problem that didn't seem likely to resolve itself any time soon.

The problem in question was the owner of the pair of eyes that were boring into the back of his head right now.

He could feel her staring at him. And any moment now -

"Nate," she began as she slid onto the stool next to him.

"It's not a good idea," he said flatly.

She immediately bristled. "You don't know what I -"

"I really think I do know exactly what you're about to say."

"Look, I've been really good about this. I've been completely reasonable. I understand that - that poor Agent McSweeten, he needed to resolve all this for himself. Find closure, whatever. All very sad. And look, he did that, and it's great, but now -"

"Sophie..."

"D.B. Cooper."

"Dan Cooper. And he goes by Steve, now, actually."

"Whatever. You actually found him - I never thought you'd actually find him - and he lives near here. And I can - I can go and see him, Nate. I can meet D.B. Cooper."

"You already - you already saw him! He was here working with Hardison like two days ago."

"That doesn't count, I didn't know who he was then. Nate. Come on, let's go, right now," she grabbed his arm and started pulling him to his feet. "You're taking me to see him."

"Yeah, I just don't think it's -"

"Do I look all right?" She was patting her hair self-consciously.

"Why does it matter how you look?"

"Nate, come on!" She took his hand and towed him towards the door.

He honestly couldn't say why he was in his car right now, driving Sophie to Steve Reynold's house. But here he was.

"You know," he said, continuing his apparently futile arguments, "It's just that we kind of resolved all of this already and..."

Sophie wasn't listening, too busy fixing her make-up.

"...And he's a wanted fugitive, you know. And he thinks I'm an FBI consultant - no one else but me and Agent McSweeten are supposed to know who he really is."

"Oh, good point, hold on." She dug in her purse and came up with a ring, kept on hand for emergency grifting situations, which she slid on her left ring finger and held up to show him. "There, now I'm your fiancée."

Nate felt a headache coming on. "You're my...?"

"And of course you tell me everything." She turned her head to the window and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'very bloody likely'.

He cleared his throat. "So I just told you about the - this huge secret about a wanted fugitive? Just because?"

"The one I happen to be a big fan of."

"Wanted fugitive, Sophie."

"You're not going to keep saying that when we see him, are you? Maybe you should stay in the car."

She checked herself in her hand mirror again, and then undid a button on her shirt.

He absolutely was not staying in the car.

Steve Reynolds looked understandably wary to see Nate on his doorstep again.

Nate spread his hands. "I'm really sorry about this," he began.

Only for Sophie to push forward, beaming, her hand outstretched. "Hello, I'm Sophie, it is just - it is such a thrill to meet you."

Steve looked from the woman eagerly clasping his hand to Nate. "So I guess you didn't change your mind about arresting me, huh?"

"Oh, no, of course we're not here to arrest you!" Sophie said. "It's like I always say, what kind of mad world would it be where everyone who committed crimes went to prison?"

Like many a man before him when confronted with Sophie Devereaux, Steve seemed to be speechless. He looked to Nate for help, but Nate, who had lost all control of the situation some time ago and was now merely along for the ride, just shrugged.

"Uh, okay," Steve said. "Well, why don't you two come in, I guess. Can I make you some tea?"

"I would love some tea, Mr Cooper - or, would you mind, could I call you D.B? Thank you so much, it's so kind of you to offer," Sophie gushed as they went inside.

They were soon situated on the sofa while their still very confused but well-meaning host was in the kitchen. Sophie rounded on Nate, eyes wide, and hit his arm. "I'm about to have tea with D.B. bloody Cooper," she hissed.

Nate nodded, trying to hide his smile. For all the absurdity of the situation, he was definitely glad he hadn't stayed in the car.

"Actually 'D.B.' wasn't ever his real name," he reminded her quietly after a moment of Sophie practically vibrating with excitement beside him.

"Shut up and don't ruin it," she shot back quickly, before turning to enthusiastically greet the man who had reappeared carrying a tray.

Out on the front stoop, after watching Sophie gush over another man for the last forty minutes, Nate waved a last goodbye and then led the way back to the car.

Sophie stared at him over the roof before getting in. "That," she said, "Was brilliant."

"Yeah, great. Can we go?" he replied.

"I mean, wow, crossing that one off the bucket list. Never thought it would happen, not in a million years. And I mean, that man, he literally lived right under the FBI's noses for decades. Talk about a long con - he's the ultimate grifter. A real role model, you know?"

Nate sighed and got into the car.

Sophie quickly got in, too, and to his surprise immediately grabbed his face in her hands and pulled him over to kiss him enthusiastically. Her tongue was in his mouth and her hands were running through his hair and it wasn't like he had a problem with it, it was just the sudden change of pace that left him almost too baffled to respond.

Before he knew it Sophie let go and flopped back into her seat. She took a deep breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay," he said, "So what was that?"

"Let's go home," was her reply. "Your place. Or my place. Whichever one you can get to faster."

"O...kay." He started the car, but hesitated as finally his brain caught up to what was happening. "So, wait, you suddenly just want to -"

"Don't think about it too much."

"Right." His hands tightened a little on the steering wheel. He was thinking about it.

"Nate, I'm about to take you home and... do a lot of unspeakable things to you - really, got a problem with that?"

"Not unless you want to call me 'D.B'."

"Only in my head."

He frowned. She sounded a lot more serious about that than he would have liked.

She waved a hand at him. "Oh, whatever, you'll enjoy it."

After a moment, though, he shrugged and put the car in gear, pulling away from the curb. Because yeah, who was he kidding, he probably would.