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shanachie13) wrote2009-03-16 10:37 pm
shanachie13) wrote2009-03-16 10:37 pm
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Leverage Idea
This is an idea...and I kinda want to see if anyone wants me to continue it...and what you think of what I started here...it all started with me wondering the other night "What did Eliot do with his money?" So, yes, I do have an idea of where this is going...and yes, there will be fighting, and maybe a con...and the rest of the team may show up again...but I haven't mapped everything out yet.
The ringing of the phone jolted Eliot awake, but there was no trace of sleep when he answered, "What?"
"They took Ben," a familiar voice said.
The sentence wiped any trace of sleep from his mind. "Who's they, Bri?" he asked as he sat up. "And where?"
"I'm in Idaho. The last job I pulled. They took Ben for collateral. Everything went fine, until I went to get him back. He wasn't there."
"Damn it, Bri. I gave you that money so you wouldn't have to pull anymore jobs." He grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and pulled them on, not bothering with anything else. "You can't have spent it all already."
"I didn't. I agreed to this before you gave me the money. It just got delayed. I tried to back out, but they threatened Ben. I couldn't refuse."
He pushed his hair back, leaning his head against the window glass. "All right. I'll fly into Boise tomorrow. What color is your hair now?"
He could almost hear the smile in her voice. "The same color it was in Berlin. Think you can find me?"
"Yeah. I'll find you. I'll give you a call when I know when I'm flying in."
"You bringing your own toys?" she asked.
"Some, but I assume you'll have stuff I can borrow?"
"Actually you left a few things here. I'll make sure they're in the Jeep."
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow."
* * * * * * * *
Eliot dropped his duffel on top of his desk and pulled out his drawer, looking for some stuff. He'd packed clothes at home and just wanted to add a few things. Rifling through the drawers, he frowned. "Parker!" he yelled. "Where's my damn knife?"
The blond thief poked her head into his office. "What knife?"
"The one I keep taped to the underside of this drawer."
She shrugged. "I didn't take it."
He slammed the drawer shut, causing Nate and Hardison to poke their heads in. Nate motioned for the two younger members to leave. "Is there a problem?" he wanted to know.
"No," Eliot growled. "I'll just take a different one."
"Where?"
"I have to leave for a few days. Take care of something." Eliot retrieved a knife from another hiding spot, but Nate didn't react. "I'll be back before you get another job scheduled."
"Take Hardison."
Eliot's movements betrayed his feelings. "I don't need help."
"I didn't say you did. I just thought you might like the company."
"This is personal, Nate," Eliot replied, "not business."
"Take Hardison," Nate repeated. "That wasn't a suggestion."
"Ya know I'm not sure I like you sober." Eliot zipped up his bag. "Hardison, I'm leaving in ten. If you aren't ready with a ticket, I'm leaving without you."
Hardison looked around the wall in confusion. "Leaving for where?"
"Boise, Idaho."
The ringing of the phone jolted Eliot awake, but there was no trace of sleep when he answered, "What?"
"They took Ben," a familiar voice said.
The sentence wiped any trace of sleep from his mind. "Who's they, Bri?" he asked as he sat up. "And where?"
"I'm in Idaho. The last job I pulled. They took Ben for collateral. Everything went fine, until I went to get him back. He wasn't there."
"Damn it, Bri. I gave you that money so you wouldn't have to pull anymore jobs." He grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and pulled them on, not bothering with anything else. "You can't have spent it all already."
"I didn't. I agreed to this before you gave me the money. It just got delayed. I tried to back out, but they threatened Ben. I couldn't refuse."
He pushed his hair back, leaning his head against the window glass. "All right. I'll fly into Boise tomorrow. What color is your hair now?"
He could almost hear the smile in her voice. "The same color it was in Berlin. Think you can find me?"
"Yeah. I'll find you. I'll give you a call when I know when I'm flying in."
"You bringing your own toys?" she asked.
"Some, but I assume you'll have stuff I can borrow?"
"Actually you left a few things here. I'll make sure they're in the Jeep."
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow."
* * * * * * * *
Eliot dropped his duffel on top of his desk and pulled out his drawer, looking for some stuff. He'd packed clothes at home and just wanted to add a few things. Rifling through the drawers, he frowned. "Parker!" he yelled. "Where's my damn knife?"
The blond thief poked her head into his office. "What knife?"
"The one I keep taped to the underside of this drawer."
She shrugged. "I didn't take it."
He slammed the drawer shut, causing Nate and Hardison to poke their heads in. Nate motioned for the two younger members to leave. "Is there a problem?" he wanted to know.
"No," Eliot growled. "I'll just take a different one."
"Where?"
"I have to leave for a few days. Take care of something." Eliot retrieved a knife from another hiding spot, but Nate didn't react. "I'll be back before you get another job scheduled."
"Take Hardison."
Eliot's movements betrayed his feelings. "I don't need help."
"I didn't say you did. I just thought you might like the company."
"This is personal, Nate," Eliot replied, "not business."
"Take Hardison," Nate repeated. "That wasn't a suggestion."
"Ya know I'm not sure I like you sober." Eliot zipped up his bag. "Hardison, I'm leaving in ten. If you aren't ready with a ticket, I'm leaving without you."
Hardison looked around the wall in confusion. "Leaving for where?"
"Boise, Idaho."