Prompt: 066. Match Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None Word Count: 152
Eliot was sitting at the bar reading his book and sipping a cup of coffee. The lunch rush was over and the happy hour crowd hadn't started to roll in. He noticed Parker come and sit next to him, she poured herself some coffee and opened a magazine and began to read. He glanced over at her and saw what she was reading and smiled to himself, she was engrossed in a copy of Locksmith Ledger Magazine. Leave it to Parker to find a magazine that could cater to a thief.
Parker looked over at him and said, "What?"
He raised his eyebrows, "I didn't say anything."
"You laughed." She accused.
"Not at you Parker, never at you. But I will ask what are you doing anyway? You don't drink coffee and you don't sit at the bar and read."
Parker smiled at him and said simply, "I wanted us to match."
Prompt: 067. First Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None Word Count: 114
Firsts are important in a girls life; first birthday, first step, first words, first day of school, first kiss, first time. But for Parker there was another more important first; the first time she stole a painting. Sure she had stolen watches, wallets, money, things like that but breaking into an art gallery and stealing a whole painting - now that was a first worth remembering. It was the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum that was in Boston, coincidence huh, and the painting was The Concert by Johannes Vermeer. Her greatest achievement ever. There was still a five million reward out there for it. Maybe, she wondered, she should return it for the money. Nah.
Prompt: 068. Skin Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None Word Count: 131
Parker liked touching Eliot. They were sitting side by side on the couch listening to Hardison and she inched herself closer and closer until her arm was against his; skin to skin. Eliot used to push her over when she did this but not anymore, not since they got closer, he let her touch him whenever she wanted. There was something about his skin, so warm and so strong, it made her feel warm and strong inside when they touched. He asked her once why she always did that when they were getting briefings and after he told her she could feel him moving closer to her each time they sat side by side. They would usually meet in the middle and they would each glance at the other and smile.
Prompt: 069. Overdose Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None Word Count: 156
Eliot looked down at the pills in his hand and yelled, "What are you trying to kill me Parker?!"
Parker just glared at him and handed him a glass of water. "Do you think I'm trying to overdose you on cold medicine Eliot" Seriously?! Just take the damn pills."
Eliot glared at her and looked down at the pills again. His eyes were all blurry from the high fever and he couldn't quite make out the markings.
Sighing rather loudly Parker touche each pill one by one, "A vitamin pill, two tylenol, one pain killer and a decongestant." She glared at him, "Satisfied?"
Eliot just growled and threw his head back swallowing them all with a big drink, "Whatever."
Parker smiled at him, "If I was going to kill you I'd do it more directly like with a knife or a gun."
"There is seriously something wrong with you Parker." Eliot said and laid back down.
Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None
Word Count: 152
Eliot was sitting at the bar reading his book and sipping a cup of coffee. The lunch rush was over and the happy hour crowd hadn't started to roll in. He noticed Parker come and sit next to him, she poured herself some coffee and opened a magazine and began to read. He glanced over at her and saw what she was reading and smiled to himself, she was engrossed in a copy of Locksmith Ledger Magazine. Leave it to Parker to find a magazine that could cater to a thief.
Parker looked over at him and said, "What?"
He raised his eyebrows, "I didn't say anything."
"You laughed." She accused.
"Not at you Parker, never at you. But I will ask what are you doing anyway? You don't drink coffee and you don't sit at the bar and read."
Parker smiled at him and said simply, "I wanted us to match."
Prompt: 067. First
Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None
Word Count: 114
Firsts are important in a girls life; first birthday, first step, first words, first day of school, first kiss, first time. But for Parker there was another more important first; the first time she stole a painting. Sure she had stolen watches, wallets, money, things like that but breaking into an art gallery and stealing a whole painting - now that was a first worth remembering. It was the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum that was in Boston, coincidence huh, and the painting was The Concert by Johannes Vermeer. Her greatest achievement ever. There was still a five million reward out there for it. Maybe, she wondered, she should return it for the money. Nah.
Prompt: 068. Skin
Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None
Word Count: 131
Parker liked touching Eliot. They were sitting side by side on the couch listening to Hardison and she inched herself closer and closer until her arm was against his; skin to skin. Eliot used to push her over when she did this but not anymore, not since they got closer, he let her touch him whenever she wanted. There was something about his skin, so warm and so strong, it made her feel warm and strong inside when they touched. He asked her once why she always did that when they were getting briefings and after he told her she could feel him moving closer to her each time they sat side by side. They would usually meet in the middle and they would each glance at the other and smile.
Prompt: 069. Overdose
Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None
Word Count: 156
Eliot looked down at the pills in his hand and yelled, "What are you trying to kill me Parker?!"
Parker just glared at him and handed him a glass of water. "Do you think I'm trying to overdose you on cold medicine Eliot" Seriously?! Just take the damn pills."
Eliot glared at her and looked down at the pills again. His eyes were all blurry from the high fever and he couldn't quite make out the markings.
Sighing rather loudly Parker touche each pill one by one, "A vitamin pill, two tylenol, one pain killer and a decongestant." She glared at him, "Satisfied?"
Eliot just growled and threw his head back swallowing them all with a big drink, "Whatever."
Parker smiled at him, "If I was going to kill you I'd do it more directly like with a knife or a gun."
"There is seriously something wrong with you Parker." Eliot said and laid back down.
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