NOTICE: I promise that I had this written before I ever planned on posting it so I am not responsible for any Eliot fangirls fainting while reading this. Enjoy!
It's scratching on the walls.
Eliot used his key to open the apartment and immediately went to his room, changed, and got in the shower. Hearing a soft knock on the door, Eliot turned off the water, grabbed a towel which he covered himself with, and opened the door. Playing the part of his usual grumpy self, Eliot started with his "growl" voice.
"Parker what do you...?"
The hitter was surprised to see not the thief he was expecting but Sophie on the other side of the door. She had concern on her features but then a slight blush crept up into her cheeks as she saw Eliot in only his towel. Her composure replaced the blush just as quickly as it had come as she made eye contact with the hitter. Her eyes held determination as her mouth formed the words.
"Where were you last night Eliot? I normally wouldn't ask but Parker and Hardison are acting strange, especially when I mention you."
Eliot hadn't been expecting Sophie to take up concern with him and he hadn't really prepared a response.
"I was out Sophie, like you and Nate. I needed to get away for one night. I can only handle Parker and Hardison for so long. And as for them, I don't know, maybe they watched a horror movie or something."
His response didn't seem to ease the grifter much but she finally relented and let him be. Eliot sighed in relief as he closed the door, not yet willing to give up his prank. -