Title: Havana
Summary: Eliot meets up with an old friend while the team takes a short vacation.
Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage or any of the characters associated with the show. I only claim ownership to the character that I created. Also, no profits are being made off of this story. It's only for your entertainment.
Author's Note: Final chapter! Thank you so much to everyone who stuck with me. I really hope that you all enjoyed it. And for those of you who are interested...I have a sequel already in the works!
Chapter 14
Eliot woke with the sun streaming through the window, cascading across white sheets before laying a warm caress across his arm. He stretched and reached into the beams, fingers landing on tangled sheets. He sat up in bed, eyes scanning the room for something he knew wasn't there.
She was gone.
He climbed out of bed and slipped on his boxer briefs before wrenching open the closet doors. All of her equipment was gone. Her backpack and duffel weren't on the floor beside the bed anymore. Every trace of her had disappeared as if she had just been a dream. He raked his fingers through his hair before nudging open the bathroom door.
Hannibal was still there, and happy as ever to see Eliot. The hitter scooped up the little puppy, who licked his face relentlessly. Eliot smiled before something on the mirror caught his eye. It was a small note scrawled in her dark red lipstick.
I've always wanted to see Boston at Christmastime
A smile spread across his lips. Perhaps he wouldn't have to see her only once a year after all.
About a week later, Eliot knocked on the door to Hardison's apartment. He heard Parker on the other side come skipping over to the door with excitement.
"ELIOT!" She flung the door open and pulled him into a bear hug which he returned, half-assedly. He wasn't a very huggy person.
"Hey man," Hardison called from the kitchen as Parker shut the door behind Eliot.
"Hey," he came in and sat on the couch, placing the bag he had been carrying on the coffee table.
"What's in there?" Parker flopped down next to him.
"A present for you."
"Well damn, why does she get something and I don't?" Hardison perched on the arm of the sofa with a cup of coffee.
"Because this thing has as much energy as she does," Eliot unzipped the bag and lifted out a little ball of black and tan fluff.
"Puppy!" Parker gasped, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Yeah. Straight off the streets of Cuba. House trained, knows 'sit,' 'stay,' and 'come,' and he's quiet as a mouse. You'll have to buy him supplies but you couldn't ask for a better little dog," Eliot placed the pup in her arms where it licked her chin. "His name is Hannibal."
"Aww he's pretty cute," Hardison petted the top of the dog's head.
Eliot left her to her new friend and went to the fridge for a beer.
"How was Cuba?" Hardison moved to sit at the kitchen island while Eliot leaned against the counter.
"Great, man," he smirked and took a sip of beer.
"You look like you got some color going on. How's the girl?"
Eliot couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.
"That good huh? Damn. You do owe me big time."
"Man, I don't owe you anything."
"Um, you did get laid. I can see it all over your face. You owe me."
"Look, it ain't my fault that you can't pick up a girl on your own," he turned around to glance at Parker, "or have the balls to ask one out."
"Not cool man. Not cool."
Eliot smirked. "Do something about it," and with that he stepped back down into the living room. Christmas, it seemed, couldn't come fast enough.
Thank you all again! Hope you enjoyed it.