The episode referenced in this one-shot is Season 1, Episode 9: The Snow Job.
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Prompt: "There are at least seventeen ways this could have gone better. Literally. Like I'm counting them right now, you moron."
Pru was really attempting to stop herself from starting to pace around the office. The team was on their way back from Miami right now, having just finished with their latest job there. She had stayed back in Los Angeles, keeping the office open and going through the list of potential clients that Alec had left for her.
What she didn't expect with staying behind was all the phone calls that came her way from the team. Every single one of them (with the exception of Nate) had called her, mostly complaining about how the mastermind was handling this job. Seriously, tearing up a perfectly good check in order to play a longer con on the mark to stop his evil scheme was a little too much, even for him. Pru shook her head and pursed her lips. Now, all that she had to do was wait for the team to return so that she could have a word or two with Nate.
As if on cue, Pru heard the front door open and looked up to see the team all but stomping in. Nate and Sophie both brushed right past her while Alec and Parker at least said hi before going off to their own devices in their offices. Pru raised her eyebrow at Eliot, who just shook his head. She sighed. "That bad?"
"Worse."
Pru scoffed as she stood up. "Of course, it is. Well, wish me luck." With another sigh, she quickly made her way to Nate's office standing and observing him in the doorway before starting the conversation. "You know, there are at least seventeen ways that this job could have gone better. Literally. As in I have been counting them since the team's first phone call to me, you moron. What the hell were you thinking, Nate?"
"I don't have to explain anything to you."
Pru crossed her arms and glared at the mastermind, who just took another swig of his whiskey. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you when Sophie trys to confront you. And that could be either about the job or your drinking. By the way, where did you find that whiskey bottle?"
"Leave me alone, Prudence."
Pru scoffed before she turned to leave. That man was practically making avoidance an Olympic sport. And he definitely was going to be the death of her.