Title: And You Know That I Know
Title: And You Know That I Know
Fandom(s): Leverage/The Mentalist
Rating: PG
Word Count: 715
Warnings: Mentions of Elliot's lethality
Disclaimer: Neither of these awesome shows belong to me...
Summary: Nate and the crew are about to head home when an unexpected guest crashes the party.
Nathan Ford hates California. It's too hot, too complicated, and too prone to murder. The job was supposed to be a quick in and out, but instead there are three bodies trailing them into the tiny charter jet they were taking back to Boston (figuratively, not literally). They'd pinned the murders on Colsti Burns and gotten Meredith Plink's priceless heirlooms back, but damn was he excited to be going home. The cops had gotten much too close on this one.
The slow clap starts as they're halfway across the hangar bay, Parker already seated in the small jet and getting the casings on the goods fixed so nothing would be broken on the flight back.
Nate looks up to see a vaguely familiar face, the whole team stumbling to a halt as he does.
“You,” he says ineloquently, face suspicious.
“Me,” the man hums out through a shit-eating grin, blonde hair falling into blue eyes as he tips his weight back on his heels, hands shoved deep into his pants' pockets.
Nate frowns. “You're Patrick Jane. You were at that first crime scene.”
The strange man's grin doesn't falter. “Score one for the mastermind. You live up to your reputation, Nathan.” The way he says it... It really doesn't sound like he means it.
Nate points an accusing finger at Jane. “You're CBI. You said they didn't need your help to figure the murder out.”
Patrick shrugs his shoulders, an apologetic look flashing insincerely across his face. “I'm just a consultant. But yeah, you're two for oh.”
Nate crosses his arms across his chest. He's very aware of Elliot shifting in the periphery of his vision, ready to go like a tethered attack dog. He has a split-second's desire to let Elliot go and tear that stupid grin off the CBI consultant's face, but he holds back.
We're trying to keep the body count down, he quickly reminds himself.
“So what do you want then?” Sophie queries, trying to sound calm.
Patrick makes an odd half-chuckle, half-gruff noise in the back of his throat. “Just coming to let you know that I know what you did.” He looks with over-exaggerated meaningfulness at Elliot, and Nate has a second to wonder if the man is an idiot.
Nate frowns. “So you're going to try to arrest us?” He makes sure this Jane guy notices the 'try'.
A shake of a blonde head. “Nope. Just wanted you to know...” He makes a weird rolling gesture with his hands. “That I know.” He looks at Elliot. “What you did. Plus, you guys are like Robin Hood. I don't want to be the bad guy in the movie remake.”
Sophie frowns. “So basically you just want to gloat that you outwitted us?”
Jane shrugs, and then nods. “Basically...? Yes.”
Suddenly, there's an excited yip from the plane and Parker comes racing down the small step ladder provided for the plane and dashes across the hangar towards Jane. It takes Nate a second to remember that his thief had been absent at the first crime scene, and therefore would've missed seeing the blonde annoyance currently in front of them.
“Captain Janeway!” she shouts.
“PK,” he calls back, grin widening until it cuts his face in two.
Parker practically tackles him as she gifts him with a hug, and Jane returns it just as ferociously.
“And of course, I came by to see my little sister.”
Hardison makes a choking noise at Jane's statement and Nate can hear him slamming a fist into his chest.
Nate frowns. “You didn't tell me you had any siblings Parker.”
Parker grins, and it's eerily mirrored on Patrick's face. Nate suddenly believes it. A lot.
“We're not actually related, dummy,” she laughs, and then looks at him like he's stupid. “Jane's family took me in when I ran away to join the circus.”
And then Parker hooks her arm through Jane's and leads him away, presumably to catch up, talking a mile a minute.
“The circus,” Nate continues sarcastically, to no one in particular. “Of course, why didn't I just magically know that?”
He turns, and finds Sophie raising a disbelieving eyebrow at him.
Nate sighs. “All right, all right. It was pretty obvious.”
Fandom(s): Leverage/The Mentalist
Rating: PG
Word Count: 715
Warnings: Mentions of Elliot's lethality
Disclaimer: Neither of these awesome shows belong to me...
Summary: Nate and the crew are about to head home when an unexpected guest crashes the party.
Nathan Ford hates California. It's too hot, too complicated, and too prone to murder. The job was supposed to be a quick in and out, but instead there are three bodies trailing them into the tiny charter jet they were taking back to Boston (figuratively, not literally). They'd pinned the murders on Colsti Burns and gotten Meredith Plink's priceless heirlooms back, but damn was he excited to be going home. The cops had gotten much too close on this one.
The slow clap starts as they're halfway across the hangar bay, Parker already seated in the small jet and getting the casings on the goods fixed so nothing would be broken on the flight back.
Nate looks up to see a vaguely familiar face, the whole team stumbling to a halt as he does.
“You,” he says ineloquently, face suspicious.
“Me,” the man hums out through a shit-eating grin, blonde hair falling into blue eyes as he tips his weight back on his heels, hands shoved deep into his pants' pockets.
Nate frowns. “You're Patrick Jane. You were at that first crime scene.”
The strange man's grin doesn't falter. “Score one for the mastermind. You live up to your reputation, Nathan.” The way he says it... It really doesn't sound like he means it.
Nate points an accusing finger at Jane. “You're CBI. You said they didn't need your help to figure the murder out.”
Patrick shrugs his shoulders, an apologetic look flashing insincerely across his face. “I'm just a consultant. But yeah, you're two for oh.”
Nate crosses his arms across his chest. He's very aware of Elliot shifting in the periphery of his vision, ready to go like a tethered attack dog. He has a split-second's desire to let Elliot go and tear that stupid grin off the CBI consultant's face, but he holds back.
We're trying to keep the body count down, he quickly reminds himself.
“So what do you want then?” Sophie queries, trying to sound calm.
Patrick makes an odd half-chuckle, half-gruff noise in the back of his throat. “Just coming to let you know that I know what you did.” He looks with over-exaggerated meaningfulness at Elliot, and Nate has a second to wonder if the man is an idiot.
Nate frowns. “So you're going to try to arrest us?” He makes sure this Jane guy notices the 'try'.
A shake of a blonde head. “Nope. Just wanted you to know...” He makes a weird rolling gesture with his hands. “That I know.” He looks at Elliot. “What you did. Plus, you guys are like Robin Hood. I don't want to be the bad guy in the movie remake.”
Sophie frowns. “So basically you just want to gloat that you outwitted us?”
Jane shrugs, and then nods. “Basically...? Yes.”
Suddenly, there's an excited yip from the plane and Parker comes racing down the small step ladder provided for the plane and dashes across the hangar towards Jane. It takes Nate a second to remember that his thief had been absent at the first crime scene, and therefore would've missed seeing the blonde annoyance currently in front of them.
“Captain Janeway!” she shouts.
“PK,” he calls back, grin widening until it cuts his face in two.
Parker practically tackles him as she gifts him with a hug, and Jane returns it just as ferociously.
“And of course, I came by to see my little sister.”
Hardison makes a choking noise at Jane's statement and Nate can hear him slamming a fist into his chest.
Nate frowns. “You didn't tell me you had any siblings Parker.”
Parker grins, and it's eerily mirrored on Patrick's face. Nate suddenly believes it. A lot.
“We're not actually related, dummy,” she laughs, and then looks at him like he's stupid. “Jane's family took me in when I ran away to join the circus.”
And then Parker hooks her arm through Jane's and leads him away, presumably to catch up, talking a mile a minute.
“The circus,” Nate continues sarcastically, to no one in particular. “Of course, why didn't I just magically know that?”
He turns, and finds Sophie raising a disbelieving eyebrow at him.
Nate sighs. “All right, all right. It was pretty obvious.”