A/N A small fic I've written today instead of concentrating on my leverage_bingo prompts! I'll try to publish something new tomorrow, but on Friday I'm leaving for CON-1( so excited about it!) so probably I won't publish something until next Tuesday.

The Clothes Issue.

Nate came out the bathroom half-dressed drying his hair with a towel. He already had his trousers and undershirt on and the only thing missing was the blue shirt that he had laid out on the bed. He looked up but the shirt was gone.

"Strange" he wondered "I'm sure I left it out"

He started looking around the room, in his closet, drawers, wardrobe but he couldn't find his blue shirt.

"Sophie!" he shouted. He heard coming up the stairs. "Have you see my…" but he finished mid-sentence.

There stood his grifter with a pair of black leggings and his blue shirt.

"That's my shirt!" he calmly stated.

"Yes I know. I've told you I haven't got any clean clothes left. I've thought you had left out for me." She replied.

"Nooo… It was for me. It's my shirt!" His voice raised a bit.

"What's the big deal? You've got dozens of shirts in your wardrobe" She puffed. Really? Were they fighting over a shirt?

He brutally opened his wardrobe and took the first shirt his hand found.

"That's not the point! Did you even listen to me the other night?" And he stormed off.

FLASHBACK

Nate was lying in bed reading a book while he waited Sophie to finish getting ready in the bathroom.

"The toothpaste is nearly finished" came her voice from the other room.

"There's a new one in the cabinet under the sink" He replied without looking up.

"Found it!"

Sophie turned off the bathroom lights and climbed in bed, shivering from the cold.

"Are those my boxers and t-shirt?" Nate looked up from his book.

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind that I borrowed them."

"Why is now any different from the other times!" he mumbled.

"Hmm?"

"I'm just saying that instead of keep stealing my clothes why don't you leave a nightgown here. I'm sure you've got a drawer full of them"

Sophie lifted her head inquisitively " I just like your clothes, they are comfier"

"Okay, it's just that…"

"Just what?"

"All my pair of boxers are gone and you are stretching my t-shirts!"

"Stretching? How?" Now she was offended. Was he saying she was big?

"You know…" he brought his hands to his chest. He sighed. "Never mind, let's leave it!"

Later that day, in the meeting, the rest team could feel the tension between the mastermind and the grifter. Nate was certainly in a bad mood, snapping at everyone.

Sophie had enough. "Oh Nate, is still because of the shirt?" she shouted.

"What's going on?" Parker whispered to Hardison who just shrugged.

"Yes, It's about the shirt!" Nate shouted.

"If you're going to be such a baby about it you can have your shirt back!" Frustrated she started unbuttoning the shirt.

Hardison covered his eyes. "Oh man, do we have to be here for this?"

Nate covered her hands to stop her. " It's because of the shirt and every other piece of clothing you've ruined. Why can't you leave my clothes alone? You are stretching them!"

"Again with this stretching! I don't like it! Are you implying than I'm fat?"

"No, it's that you have a body part that I don't!"

Sophie looked at him confused.

"Breast, Sophie your breasts are stretching my t-shirt. As much as I adore them I had to throw away three shirts the other day!"

"Oh!" She looked down embarrassed. "I told you I have to go to the drycleaner's or at least get some clothes from my apartment."

"Why don't you move here?" Parker suggested from her chair.

Nate and Sophie turned around shocked "What?"

"She's right, man" Hardison agreed. "You're practically here all the time"

"I'm not here all the time" Sophie tried to deny.

"You haven't gone home in two weeks" Eliot remarked.

"It's hasn't been two weeks" She shook her head, but then thinking about it. "It has been two weeks. Oh my God I'm living here!"

"Told you so!" The other three shouted.

"Well" Nate approached her timidly "What do you want to do? Do you want to move here officially or pick a shirt that can be only yours?"

Sophie put her arms around his neck and smiled. "How about both!" and lead in to kiss him.

Hardison covered his eyes again. "what did we tell you about PDA?"

"Does this mean you will need my van this weekend?" Eliot asked but he couple continued kissing. "Hello, are you going to breath any time soon?