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Summary: Series of drabbles showing the eveloution of Eliot and Layla's relationship. **To be read in relationship to Nameless Sister, but not a crossover**

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Television > LeverageCCAmazonFR1587,080001,0452 Apr 102 Apr 10No

Chapter One

A/N: I don't own any part of Leverage, characters or otherwise. I do own Layla however.

He thought it was Sophie sitting in the common room watching America’s Next Top Model, but Sophie was out of town, and to his surprise he found the newest member of the team glued to the large televisions. He came to the conclusion in that moment that she was a very complex person. Nate had brought her in on a job where they needed to steal the bad guy’s car. Nate had told them she was the best, and she had proven she was. In less than twenty-four hours she had repainted and put new plates on it. She had also managed to dig up a rusted old parts of different cars that were all on a stolen car list to help out with the con.

When the job was over instead of leaving she took Nate’s offer of a place on the team. As Hardison put it she was a cross between Angelina Jolie in Gone in 60 Seconds and Jason Statham in The Transporter with a little Steve McQueen thrown in for good measure. She had laughed when Hardison said that, but took it as a complement.

“I like seeing the finished photos.”

“What?” He shook his head out of the slight fog he had put himself into.

“I like seeing the finished photos, at the end.” She pointed to the television, explaining why she was watching the show, then patted the couch next to her.

He smiled and sat down next to her.

“It’s a form of art. Not one everyone likes, but one that should be appreciated.” She smiled at him, her pale blue eyes shining.

He chuckled settling back against the couch, draping his arms across the back. She settled into him without actually leaning against him. The show ended with someone crying, followed by some catty remarks from some of the other girls. She clicked the televisions off and sighed. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minuets. Layla could feel the raw power rolling off Eliot, she absently wondered if he knew he did. It was the same kind of power that had drawn her to the cars she stole.

She shook her head. She shouldn’t be thinking like that, they were teammates. She shouldn’t be wondering what it was like to kiss him or feel his skin beneath her fingers tracing over his scars…she shook her head again. She stood up quickly startling Eliot.

“You ok?” He asked concerned.

“Yeah fine. Foot fell asleep.” She lied.

She stretched a little causing her shirt to rise up exposing lower back. Eliot watched carefully grinning a little at the flash of black cotton peeking above the her jeans. He started to wonder if the bra she was wearing matched the color of her panties. He sighed and rubbed a hand over her face. Problems would only result if he kept thinking like this, but he couldn’t help wonder what it would be like to have her molded to him. He groaned causing Layla to look down at him. At the same time Hardison and Parker walked into the apartment. Eliot had never been so grateful to see the two.

“I’m telling you right now that I think this is a bad idea.” Hardison was informing the petite thief.

“What’s a bad idea?” Layla asked. Eliot shrugged.

“Go ahead ask her.” Hardison rolled his eyes as Parker walked up to Layla.

“I want to steal a car with you.” Parker informed her.

“What?” Layla was at a lost for words.

“I want to steal a car with you. Is your hearing ok?”

“Why do you want to steal a car with me?” Layla asked.

“I’ve never stolen one before.” Parker told her with a shrug. “And it looked like fun when you stole the Aston Martin.”

Layla sat back down next to Eliot, Parker sat down next to her. Layla was having a hard time believing that Parker had never stolen a car before, but she guessed anything was possible. And now would be a good time. Nate and Sophie were out of town talking to a possible client, so no mom and dad looking over their shoulder. She knew this was probably a bad idea, but the thought was too tempting to resist.

“You have a car in mind?”

Layla could hear Eliot groan, and Hardison threw his arms up in defeat. Parker smiled a bit crazily and jumped forward throwing her arms around Layla in a hug. Layla pushed Parker back and smiled at her.

“You both are crazy. You know that.” Hardison told them pointing at them.

“I didn’t say yes yet Parker. Let’s see the car you choose and we’ll go from there.”

“I’ll be right back I’ve got pictures.” Parker told her bouncing up and out the door again.

Hardison sighed followed after Parker.

“Why’d you do that?” Eliot asked after the two had left.

“Why’d I do what?” Layla asked grinning at him.

“Tell Parker you’d steal a car with her.”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“Yeah you did.” He said with a small smile.

“I like Parker. It’ll be fun.” Layla giggled.

“Just as long as you two don’t get into any trouble, cause I ain’t bailing you out.” Eliot stood up.

Layla grinned as she watched him walk away, her eyes barley moving above the waist line of his jeans.

“We won’t get into trouble.” She murmured, before turning and leaning against the back of the couch. “I figure we’ll boost a car take it around the block then return it.”

“Parker might not be happy with that.”

“Well she’s going to have to be.” Layla grinned. “You going to make dinner?”

“What do I get if I do?” Eliot asked, really not expecting anything.

Layla thought for a moment. “Detail your truck?”

“Nah had it done a couple weeks ago.” He replied, pulling out a knife and cutting board.

“How bout this?” Layla smiled, not really knowing what possessed her, grabbing the hem of her shirt and yanked it up exposing her black cotton bra.

Eliot nearly dropped the plate he was getting out as he took in the sight of the black cotton against her pale flesh.

“You have got to stop hanging out with Parker.” Eliot growled when could find his voice and saw the sparkle in her eyes.

All Layla could do is laugh.
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