Another Fic - Leverage

[feckyeslife]

I'm in the final few episodes of my Leverage watch which means, naturally, that I'm drowning in plot bunnies. One has escaped containment and made its way into this fic. Which was supposed to be a short little oneshot. Natch, that means its 5k long and only the tip of the iceberg for my feelings on Parker and Eliot.

Title: The Unfinished Job
Rating: T
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing/Characters: Parker & Eliot Spencer
Critical Tags: Canon Extension, s04e01 - The Long Way Down Job
Summary: Once the con on Drexel is completed, there’s still work left to be done. Parker wants to do the right thing by bringing Alan’s body back to his wife.
Excerpt:

She tucked herself onto one of the pop-up folding chairs that had been stuffed into the tent. It was closer to the space heater, too. This wasn't the van. It wasn't secure enough to drop into a doze even when the warmth finally permeated her body in a hazy cocoon.

Parker kept scanning the communications tent with a ready eye. This wasn't right. This wasn't how a con should end. She didn't know what exactly she was looking for, but she wasn't finding it. Sophie and the widow with their deep conversation? Nope. Nate's painfully obvious alcohol withdrawal symptoms? Frustrating but would be easily remedied by a trip to the tent next door. The rap-tap-tap of Hardison cleaning up any loose ends? Should have been comforting since that at least was normal but it didn't quite hit right. And there was nothing else going on. The tumblers still hadn't clicked into place.

She frowned. There was nothing else going on. That didn't quite equal out. Parker twisted on her pop up chair to take a proper head count. One, two, three, four, Parker. But four here was the wrong four.

"Where's Eliot?" Parker blurted out. The conversations around her cut out and there were too many sets of eyes with that twist of eyebrows that Parker recognized as Not One of the Good Ones. "Never mind," she grunted.