Fic: The Baby Job 2/3(?) (Rated PG-13)
See spoilers and disclaimers in Part 1!
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“All right then. You get tonight to do whatever you think you need to do to handle this but tomorrow, tomorrow we talk about how we'll deal with this for real, Nate.”
*
The popcorn fight had ceased a few minutes ago, and they had resumed watching the movie when Hardison felt his phone vibrating from the incoming text. “Aww, man!”
“What?”
“Check your phones.”
Eliot reached for his phone, and found an empty pocket. “Parker!”
She had flipped his phone open, and was squinting at the screen. “You're weird.” She moved closer to Hardison. “Look at this!”
“I'm warning you two...”
Hardison took the phone, looked briefly at the screen, and then tossed it to Eliot. '“Nevermind what's on the screen... although seriously, man Eliot, I never would've taken you as a puppies kind of guy.”
Ignoring him, Eliot read the text. “So Sophie went home. Big deal.”
Before the hacker could say another word, Nate entered his apartment again walking past them, making no attempt to conceal neither the half-empty glass in one hand, nor the bottle of liquor that he carried in the other. He went straight upstairs to his bedroom, and the door was slammed shut behind him.
“Do you think they had a fight?” Parker asked.
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“All right then. You get tonight to do whatever you think you need to do to handle this but tomorrow, tomorrow we talk about how we'll deal with this for real, Nate.”
*
The popcorn fight had ceased a few minutes ago, and they had resumed watching the movie when Hardison felt his phone vibrating from the incoming text. “Aww, man!”
“What?”
“Check your phones.”
Eliot reached for his phone, and found an empty pocket. “Parker!”
She had flipped his phone open, and was squinting at the screen. “You're weird.” She moved closer to Hardison. “Look at this!”
“I'm warning you two...”
Hardison took the phone, looked briefly at the screen, and then tossed it to Eliot. '“Nevermind what's on the screen... although seriously, man Eliot, I never would've taken you as a puppies kind of guy.”
Ignoring him, Eliot read the text. “So Sophie went home. Big deal.”
Before the hacker could say another word, Nate entered his apartment again walking past them, making no attempt to conceal neither the half-empty glass in one hand, nor the bottle of liquor that he carried in the other. He went straight upstairs to his bedroom, and the door was slammed shut behind him.
“Do you think they had a fight?” Parker asked.