The phone rang and Nate glared at him.
"What? I know people."
"Seriously? You didn't turn your phone off?" Nate shook his head.
"What? It's a meet, not a movie. I wasn't expecting a call."
The two thugs holding them at gun point looked at each other and grinned.
Eliot used that moment to charge forward and slam a shoulder into one bowling him into the other.
Nate dropped to his knee and tried to stay out of the way as Eliot did what he did best.
In seconds the men were down and disarmed. Eliot dropped the guns in the fish tank, the clips in the trashcan.
Nate stood up. "So, who was it?"
Eliot didn't look at the phone. "Dunno. If it's important, they'll call back."
"Aren't you going to check your voicemail?"
"Nobody but you and Hardison leaves a voice mail and Hardison is jabbering in my ear."
"I don't jabber. Jabber. Really. Who uses that word?"
Nate thought about it. It would bug him to distraction if he didn't know who had called. It didn't seem to even cross Eliot's mind to look. Interesting.