Leveraging Relatives II
Title: Leveraging Relatives II
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Leverage
Rated: PG 13 (a little bad language)
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel the Series or Leverage. I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun.
Summary: Lindsey returns the visit post Not Fade Away for Angel and after The Wedding Job for Leverage
Word Count: 410
Lindsey walked into the offices of Leverage Consulting and Associates. He couldn't believe his eyes. How did the cousin, who made his living on the wrong side of the law (not that the law and the right side wasn't a fluid thing to Lindsey anyway), have such blatant offices?
“Can I help you?” asked a man Lindsey didn't recognize.
“Yeah, you can tell me where I can find Eliot Spencer,” Lindsey said.
“I'm Nathan Ford, perhaps I can help you instead,” Nate suggested.
“Um, I'm not here as a client. I'm just looking for my cousin,” Lindsey said.
“Your cousin? You don't say,” Nate said.
“Yep, cousin,” Lindsey said.
Nate peers at Lindsey, “I guess I see the family resemblance.”
“So where is cousin Eliot?” Lindsey asked.
“He was over helping our last client come up with a menu last I saw,” Nate said. “I think he should be back soon.”
“So you got a place I can wait?”
“Sure. How about his office?” Nate suggested, showing the way.
Lindsey looks around and sits behind the desk.
“Eliot, what do you think of . . .” Hardison said as he walked into the office. “You're not Eliot.”
“No shit Sherlock,” Lindsey replied.
“So who are you? Cause you look just like him,” Hardison asked.
“I'm his cousin, Lindsey McDonald.”
“His cousin. Hmm,” Hardison said. “What do you do?”
“I was a lawyer. My firm. . .um . . .uh . . . closed I guess you could say about four years ago,” Lindsey answered.
“Wait. Was that Wolfram and Hart?” Hardison asked.
“How did you know?”
“The vacuum that place left in the city's hacker power structure was huge,” Hardison said. “Did you ever deal with the paperwork required for a deep background fake identity?”
“All the time,” Lindsey said.
“Well great. You can help me. I have a couple to make for each of us and could use the help,” Hardison said.
“I was waiting for Eliot,” Lindsey said.
“You can help and still wait for him in the conference room,” Hardison said as he dragged Lindsey that way.
Lindsey smiled. It seems that his goal of getting a job with his cousin was easier than he thought. Plus he would be able to use the lawyer skills that he'd had little use for since the day he wore a bulletproof vest unbeknownst to Angel and Lorne. For four years he'd been living by his wits in Oklahoma and now all his schooling might start paying off again.
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Leverage
Rated: PG 13 (a little bad language)
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel the Series or Leverage. I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun.
Summary: Lindsey returns the visit post Not Fade Away for Angel and after The Wedding Job for Leverage
Word Count: 410
Lindsey walked into the offices of Leverage Consulting and Associates. He couldn't believe his eyes. How did the cousin, who made his living on the wrong side of the law (not that the law and the right side wasn't a fluid thing to Lindsey anyway), have such blatant offices?
“Can I help you?” asked a man Lindsey didn't recognize.
“Yeah, you can tell me where I can find Eliot Spencer,” Lindsey said.
“I'm Nathan Ford, perhaps I can help you instead,” Nate suggested.
“Um, I'm not here as a client. I'm just looking for my cousin,” Lindsey said.
“Your cousin? You don't say,” Nate said.
“Yep, cousin,” Lindsey said.
Nate peers at Lindsey, “I guess I see the family resemblance.”
“So where is cousin Eliot?” Lindsey asked.
“He was over helping our last client come up with a menu last I saw,” Nate said. “I think he should be back soon.”
“So you got a place I can wait?”
“Sure. How about his office?” Nate suggested, showing the way.
Lindsey looks around and sits behind the desk.
“Eliot, what do you think of . . .” Hardison said as he walked into the office. “You're not Eliot.”
“No shit Sherlock,” Lindsey replied.
“So who are you? Cause you look just like him,” Hardison asked.
“I'm his cousin, Lindsey McDonald.”
“His cousin. Hmm,” Hardison said. “What do you do?”
“I was a lawyer. My firm. . .um . . .uh . . . closed I guess you could say about four years ago,” Lindsey answered.
“Wait. Was that Wolfram and Hart?” Hardison asked.
“How did you know?”
“The vacuum that place left in the city's hacker power structure was huge,” Hardison said. “Did you ever deal with the paperwork required for a deep background fake identity?”
“All the time,” Lindsey said.
“Well great. You can help me. I have a couple to make for each of us and could use the help,” Hardison said.
“I was waiting for Eliot,” Lindsey said.
“You can help and still wait for him in the conference room,” Hardison said as he dragged Lindsey that way.
Lindsey smiled. It seems that his goal of getting a job with his cousin was easier than he thought. Plus he would be able to use the lawyer skills that he'd had little use for since the day he wore a bulletproof vest unbeknownst to Angel and Lorne. For four years he'd been living by his wits in Oklahoma and now all his schooling might start paying off again.