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Title: The Recon Job (Well it's a sad picture, The Final Blow Hits You, Someone Else Gets What You Wanted)
Wrods: --
Fandom: Leverage/ Angel/ Psych corssover
Characters: Eliot Spencer, Shawn Spencer, Lindsey McDonald, Tiffany Bass.
Pairings: Eliot/ Tiffany.
Warnings:
A/N: I just had to include Shawn and Lindsey. Subtitle from Change by Taylor Swift
It's 2am, feeling like I just lost a friend. Hope you know, it's not easy, easy for me. It's 2am, feeling like I just lost a friend. I hope you know this ain't easy, for me.
Eliot tapped his fingers on the diner table, waiting impatiently as he sipped at his Kentucky Bourbon. He sat up straighter when the bell aboved the door dinged. A kind, woman in her early thirties pointed two men to his table.
The first man, a brunette in a polo and shorts practically bounded towards him, crashing into the seat beside him. The second, a well dressed, shorter haired version of Eliot sat down with ore elegance.
"Really, Shawn? Could you be more hyper active?" Eliot rolled his eyes as the two started to bicker.
"Not my fault you have a stick shoved somewhere unpleasant, Linds."
"Can we not do this now? I'm in a hurry." Eliot growled. He was impatient; Tiffany had been avoiding his attempts to find her for three months now.
"Of course. Sorry, Eliot." The younger of the twins, Lindsey McDonald, turned to the older brother. "What is it you need?"
"Help, from both of you." he leaned back, examining his brother and cousin. Shawn was watching him intently. "Tiff left, and I can't find her. She's even flying under Hardison's radar."
"So, you want a fake psychic and a lawyer to try and find her?"
"No, just keep an eye out for her."
"Can do." the two saluted him, and they looked up at the waitress who was smiling flirtatiously at Shawn. "Mr. McDonald, will you be gracing us with a song tonight?" she asked.
"I don't think so. My brother on the other hand might." Eliot tapped the table, grinding his teeth. "What do you say, El?"
"I... guess it wouldn't hurt."
"And now, Trisha Bates," Eliot froze at the name, a favorite alias he hadn't heard in months.
"All this I was wasting, hoping you would come around. I've been given out chances everytime and all you do is let me down." he slowly turned around, to look at the small stage. "You don't have to call anymore, won't pick up the phone. This is the last straw, don't wanna hurt anymore."
"Isn't that...?"
Lindsey nodded, cutting Shawn's question off. The three watched Tiffany strum the guitar gently and hum into the mic. "You had me crying for you honey, and it never would've gone away. You used to shine so bright but I watched it all fade away."
Eliot thrummed his fingers on the table, listening to her soft voice. She didn't seem to notice him or the other two, just sang with an emotion that made even Lindsey frown.
She stood up abruptly, when she finished the song and was helped down the steps by a well built, handsome brunette. She kissed him gently, and the hitter gripped the table. She was smiling in a very fake manner, as the man held her tightly.
Eliot pushed his chair away, suddenly realising he did, in fact have a song to sing. He caught the mic that was tossed to him, hand gripping tight to it. He saw Tiffany look up when he started singing, her blue eyes slowly turning towards him. The brunette with his too large arms around her frowned, obviously thinking some other guy was moving in on 'his territory'.
"I see on your finger there is a ring. Did you go and find Mr. Everything? Did he steal your heart? Did the angels sing?
Sweep you off your feet just like a dream?" she shook, it was obvious in the more than likely steroid induced arms of her new lover. He stepped off the stage to loud applause when he was done, making his way to the small girl and her gorilla.
"Hey, Tiff."