Author's Note: A fun request from FallIntoAHellCalledLove which was "How about Parker attempting to cook or bake and well...doesn't go well...and Elliot steps in?" I now really want cake from this! Please enjoy!

It was supposed to be simple.

At least, that's what the lady on the Food Network had promised when Parker had decided to make this cake. Parker loved sweets and if she had a choice, she would rob chocolate stores for her living, but oddly enough, they usually had the tightest security.

Go figure.

Anyways, the team had just busted a crooked lawyer yesterday and everyone was exhausted. To catch the bad guy, they had to create a fake trial with Nate serving as judge and the whole thing was pretty hard to pull off. Still, good had triumphed over evil and now Parker thought that having some cake would be a good idea.

Nobody told her cake was so hard to make. Nate's kitchen was a mess. Flour coated the floor like snow and cracked eggs decorated the counter top. Parker herself was covered in a fine dusting of sugar and vanilla and she was about ready to kill Miss-what's-her-name that was telling her how simple and how easy cakes were to make. Yeah, right!

To make matters worse, she was sure Voleur was laughing at her. He was sitting on his little bed, far away from the chaos and was just observing her, occasionally barking if he felt like it. Parker glared at him, but he still seemed to making fun of her.

The door opened and Parker shut her eyes, waiting to get yelled at by an angry Nate who was sure to be pissed off by the mess in the room. Voleur barked happily and sprinted over to greet the newcomer and to Parker's surprise, she heard laughter.

"What?" The thief spun around, only to see Eliot grinning at her.

"What the hell are you doing?" He questioned as Voleur barked, vying for his attention as Eliot began to pet him.

"Making a cake?" Parker told him sheepishly. Eliot rolled his eyes and with one final pat to Voleur, headed over to the counter top and looked at the program Parker was watching. Nodding, he checked at what mess Parker had already made and then nodded once more.

"I need two eggs and three cups of flour," Eliot began and Parker quickly got him the ingredients. "You clean up and I'll make this. Nate won't ever know." He said the last part with a smirk and Parker couldn't help but hug him. He had saved her like a superhero. He had swooped in when she had needed him most. That was the best thing about Eliot—he was always there when you needed him, ready to help out.

An hour later, an exhausted Nate returned to find his kitchen spotless and a piece of cake sitting on the counter. He picked up the card that was placed next to the slice and read it:

Made cake with Eliot's help. Try it.

-Parker

Nate chuckled as he took a bite of the cake. That guy could bake!

And within a few minutes, Nate began to formulate a plan of how to get more cake from Eliot and Parker.

Author's Note: I always take requests so please submit them if you have them! And review please!