A/N I don't own Leverage. Darn.
“But Momma,” Eliot heard, as he entered his home through the kitchen door. His brother, was whining. "Momma, they STOLED it!"
Eliot perked up fast, even after a long day of sixth grade long division. He looked at his brother, a short, tubby third grader. The kid was holding an ice pack to his knee, another to his cheek
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