Fic: Hit List
Fic: Hit List
Author: LMX
Fandoms: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sneaky Eliot is sneaky, but sneaky team are sneaky...er.
AN: Commentfic for moonchildfic who prompted Leverage, Team, They know Eliot thinks they don't take the hit lists he's on seriously. He couldn't be more wrong
Additional fills by nophoenix and daria234 on the original commentfic post, if you enjoy the concept.
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"Nate..." Alec looked around himself unsubtly, spotting the others sat at the breakfast bar and clearing his throat. "Mexico City," he said, with a conspiratorial grin.
Nate let that sink in for a second, frowning. "I thought you said..."
"I'm good, man," Hardison interrupted him, "I'm *really* good."
"How many is that, now?" Nate asked, sotto-voice, glancing over Alec's shoulder at the others. Eliot was frowning at them, but hadn't moved to investigate.
"Down to the last few." Hardison grinned wider. "Sophie's gonna wrap the guy in Cuba next time she's free. I still can't track down Reynolds, or his team of spooks, but Parker did the switch on Takahashi while we were jet-setting last week, so we're just waiting for that to..."
"This something I should worry about?"
Alec visibly jumped at Eliot's voice, and he glared at Nate as their mastermind sat back in his chair, the picture of nonchalance.
"Damnit, man. Why you gotta be sneaking around like that?" Alec retorted, standing up and getting in Eliot's space, distracting him from his question by playing the fool.
Nate smiled easily. If everything went to plan, Eliot would never know what they were doing for him behind the scenes. And if they were lucky, one day Eliot might be able to retire in peace.
Author: LMX
Fandoms: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sneaky Eliot is sneaky, but sneaky team are sneaky...er.
AN: Commentfic for moonchildfic who prompted Leverage, Team, They know Eliot thinks they don't take the hit lists he's on seriously. He couldn't be more wrong
Additional fills by nophoenix and daria234 on the original commentfic post, if you enjoy the concept.
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"Nate..." Alec looked around himself unsubtly, spotting the others sat at the breakfast bar and clearing his throat. "Mexico City," he said, with a conspiratorial grin.
Nate let that sink in for a second, frowning. "I thought you said..."
"I'm good, man," Hardison interrupted him, "I'm *really* good."
"How many is that, now?" Nate asked, sotto-voice, glancing over Alec's shoulder at the others. Eliot was frowning at them, but hadn't moved to investigate.
"Down to the last few." Hardison grinned wider. "Sophie's gonna wrap the guy in Cuba next time she's free. I still can't track down Reynolds, or his team of spooks, but Parker did the switch on Takahashi while we were jet-setting last week, so we're just waiting for that to..."
"This something I should worry about?"
Alec visibly jumped at Eliot's voice, and he glared at Nate as their mastermind sat back in his chair, the picture of nonchalance.
"Damnit, man. Why you gotta be sneaking around like that?" Alec retorted, standing up and getting in Eliot's space, distracting him from his question by playing the fool.
Nate smiled easily. If everything went to plan, Eliot would never know what they were doing for him behind the scenes. And if they were lucky, one day Eliot might be able to retire in peace.