Author's Note: More plot! So, this takes place about two years before the pilot of Leverage. Yay for flashbacks! Enjoy!
"It's one job, Eliot," Thomas assured him. He was a muscular man, about 5'9, with cropped chestnut hair. He placed a tanned hand on Eliot's shoulder, his golden wedding band shining. "We can handle it."
"It's a dangerous job," Eliot corrected. "With a lot of unnecessary risks! Thomas, you know I trust you, but this is crazy!"
It was crazy. Stealing back a vase that was being guarded by armored guards in a huge, white southern mansion was insane.
"Eliot—,"
"Just tell me why. Why this job?" Thomas sighed and rubbed his temples.
"It's was Melissa's mother's vase, ok?"
Eliot didn't say anything. Melissa's mother had been dead for two years but the pain from her loss had never dulled. Eliot had met her once. She was a kind woman with a lot of love in her heart. Melissa hadn't eaten or slept for days when she found out. It was a painful memory for Eliot.
"Thomas—" His mentor shot him a pleading look.
"This one job, ok? And then your debt to me with be fulfilled."
Eliot nodded. He owed Thomas after all.
How hard could stealing a vase be?
Author's Note: Review and request please!