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A/N: Okay, this chap is 4k words, which is twice as long as I like to post, but I didn't think it worked well being broken up. I really really love hearing your thoughts guys so please drop me a line. I'm worried Tali is too repetitive in this chap, so lemme know what you think. Hugz and CK love to you all! Enjoy! -pj

Chapter Nine – The Gone Fishin' Job

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Nate glanced in the rear view mirror, keeping an eye on the three younger members of his team.

Hardison and Parker sat toward the middle on one side. Parker was pressed close to the hacker, giving him concerned looks with her big eyes, frowning at his minimal injuries and talking low. Hardison was milking the attention for all he was worth.

Nate just smiled and shook his head, giving the van extra brake as he made a turn, not wanting to jostle them in the back.

Another glance allowed him to study Eliot a bit more closely.

The hitter had arranged himself at the back of the van staring outside, he'd wrapped a small bandage around his wrist where the cuffs had chafed and had an ice pack pressed to his left shoulder, the lingering injury from the job before had only been aggravated by gallivanting through the woods with Hardison.

Eliot sat almost pressed into the back corner of the van, his head resting against the wall and staring intently out the back window.

Too intently to have been seeing anything and Nate wondered where it was the hitter's mind had traveled to. It wasn't like Eliot not to be aware of what was going on, and Nate had no doubt that he could start singing 'The Hills are Alive' with Hardison on violin accompaniment and Eliot wouldn't blink.

Nate frowned. Not since the job Hardison brought them, the one with the staged high school Reunion, had Eliot seemed so…distant.

He glanced again at Parker and Hardison, huddled into each other speaking softly so as not to be overheard. He looked over at Sophie sitting beside him in the cab. Her eyes were closed, resting from the exhaustion of worrying about the boys, but her arms was accidentally on purpose brushing against his on the console between their seats.

He looked at Eliot again, and watched as he clenched his teeth and sighed, letting his eyes fall closed.

Nate recognized that look.

He'd seen it on himself in the mirror many times.

Specifically, every time he screwed up and drove the woman he loved out the door.

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Nate glanced around the bar as he settled himself on a stool. It wasn't his typical type of place. A few too many bikers and pool tables for his tastes.

It made him feel old.

But Hardison's information was rarely mistaken.

And this place certainly felt like Eliot.

'You're new around here.'

Nate brought his gaze away from the small fuzzy television showing a replay of the days' earlier game, and smiled politely at the young woman behind the counter.

'What can I get you?'

She wore a black tank top under a pinstripe blue vest and her blue eye shadow to match.

'Jameson. Neat.'

Her dark lips spread in an obliging smile and she reached for the glasses and a bottle on the shelf behind her.

The woman had pulled her thick curly hair back in a hasty ponytail, evidenced by the wayward pieces dangling around her face and ears and she flipped them out of her eyes as she made his order. And between that and the caramel colored skin, Nate had no problem recognizing her as the same woman Eliot had chased out of the club in Memphis two jobs ago.

Tali set the shot glass in front of Nate and turned to walk away and leave him in peace. But the sound of a voice, weathered and rough from years spent with a whiskey companion made her stop.

'He isn't the same without you, you know.'

She frowned and hesitantly looked back, trying to place the face, or the voice.

'Do I know you?'

Nate smiled down at his drink and then downed it all at once. 'My name's Nate Ford. You know one of my business associates. Eliot.'

Tali's entire demeanor changed and she straightened slightly, her face smoothing into a mask. She pursed her lips, not wanting to reveal how much it hurt to hear his name.

And if Nate noticed the brief show of emotion that crossed her eyes he had the good sense not to dwell on it.

Wordlessly, Tali took Nate's empty shot glass and refilled it with the bottle still gripped too-tightly in her hand.

'Oh, than-'

In the same motion Tali lifted the glass to her lips and downed it, wincing slightly when the harsh alcohol burned her throat.

Nate cleared his throat, 'Eliot said you were feisty.'

She put the glass back down and flattened her palms on the bar, staring down into the empty glass.

'And what else did Eliot say?'

Nate tilted his head, noting with interest that she was trying very hard to look casual. And failing miserably, at least to someone trained to notice stress indicators like white knuckles and stiff shoulders.

'You could go see him,' he said with a small shrug, feigning nonchalance much better than she, 'find out for yourself.'

Tali lifted her head and smiled a well practiced, predatory smirk. Just because her heart was pounding and her head hurt, didn't mean he had to know that.

'Pass.' Tali said quietly and pushed away from the counter as if to walk away. But she stopped after only a few steps, keeping her back to him.

'How is he?' she asked in spite of herself, because she knew she shouldn't care but…she did all the same.

Nate cleared his throat again.

'Mostly he's okay. A little banged up, you know, from the last job, though.'

This made Tali's eyes snap over to him.

'Banged up?' Briefly the memory of a dozen times Eliot had shown up at her door with injuries both obvious and concealed, flashed through Tali's mind and made her stomach hurt, 'What kind of job was it?'

Nate furrowed his brow slightly, tilting his head. 'He never told you, did he?'

'Told me?' She smiled again, and it almost looked sad, though Nate couldn't be sure since she wasn't facing him entirely. Tali focused on picking at a sticky spot on the counter instead of looking at Nate. 'Eliot Spencer…trying to get him to talk is like getting water from a rock. Takes a miracle.' She shook her head, and looked up at him.

'He would never tell me anything. Could never come up with a good reason not to either.'

Nate turned his empty glass around in his fingers, studying the reflections of a neon Bud Light sign in the glass. 'Eliot always has a reason.'

Tali sighed and shook her head, jutting out her chin. Nate could see the moment of vulnerability was gone, replaced by a wall of confidence tempered with warmth that suited her much better.

'You call me if you need anything else, Mr. Ford,' she nodded at his glass and then turned to walk to the other end of the bar.

When returned a few minutes later Nate's empty glass sat on the counter where he had been, holding down a twenty dollar bill and a napkin with a note on it.

'In case you change your mind' 555-9237

She reached out to pick it up and steadfastly ignored the fact that her hand was shaking.

'Everything alright Tal?' Someone called from across the room and Tali jumped, startled, crumpling the napkin into her pocket. She smiled at a waitress with unnaturally red hair.

'Yeah, Jen, fine.'

'Alright then,' the girl raised her eyebrows. 'Then can I get a couple a Bloody Marys please?'

Tali looked back over to the door where she could just barely see a man with dark curly hair and a black jacket disappearing outside.

'Yeah,' Tali whispered to herself, 'I'll get right on that.'

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Hardison bounced slightly on his toes, stretched his right arm with his left and vice versa. He stretched his neck and clapped his hands.

'Okay,' he muttered to himself, 'lets do this.'

Just as he raised his fist to knock on the metal door, a voice caught his attention from down the hall.

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'Can I help you?'

The hacker turned to look and saw a woman, about his height, skin a bit lighter complextion than him, coming down the hall in a white tank top and jean short shorts.

And damn if the girls legs didn't go for miles.

'Um,' Hardison closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. Eliot would kill him if he knew what he'd just been thinking.

'Tallahassee?'

She continued to approach slowly, shifting her laundry basket against her hip and used one hand to push her wild hair out of her face.

'Tali,' she corrected, looking him up and down. 'Who are you?'

'I'm Alec Hardison I-'

'One of Eliot's friends,' she nodded, continuing her trek to her front door, avoiding his gaze, 'Kaye Lynn introduced us. I remember.'

He stepped aside to allow her access to her front door and waited while she put the basket of clothes down inside and returned to the door, wedging herself in the opening.

She raised her eyebrows. 'So…are you here for a reason, Alec Hardison?'

He cleared his throat and nodded.

'Yeah…' he shifted uncomfortably and rubbed the back of his neck.

Tali fixed him with an impatient look.

'My clothes are getting wrinkly.'

'I came to say you should give him another chance.' He blurted out, then shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Tali blinked.

'Okay,' She smiled brightly and started to shut the door, but Hardison knew a blow off when he saw one.

He stuck his hand out, pushing the door back open.

Tali's bright smile faded instantly and she glared at him.

'Is there something else?'

Hardison huffed, getting frustrated. Of course Eliot wouldn't fall for someone with an easy going, non-volatile personality.

'He's not the same without you. He needs you.'

Her expression remained unchanged and she leaned up against the doorframe, arms folded across her chest. 'Uh-huh.'

'And…I think you need him too.'

Tali scoffed, rolling her eyes.

'You don't even know me,' she shook her head and started to close the door again and again, Hardison's hand shot out to stop it.

'Let go.' She warned quietly, letting go of the knob and inching her hand toward the bat she kept behind the door.

'Please, please look just-just hear me out.' Hardison paused to collect his thoughts, knowing the more frantic he got, the more nervous Tali would be. He took a step back, putting his hands up to keep them visible and, to his relief, she didn't slam the door in his face.

'I don't know you, you're right. But I know Eliot. The man's like a brother to me, he just saved our asses from some crazy white supremacist militia in the forest with some kinda tricks he learned with a dead guy I know,' he paused and took a deep breath, shaking his head at Tali's confused look, 'look, the point is… I…you should just…just call him up. Please.'

Tali looked at the floor for a few seconds and Hardison waited, the silence between them long past awkward. When she looked back up again he was startled by the raw emotion on her face.

'We had a good run of it, Alec,' she shrugged, 'sometimes…that's all you get. Its best we just…move on. Both of us.'

'But Tali-'

'No,' she shook her head, her voice raising slightly as the sadness mixed with anger and frustration got the better of her. 'Look, if he wants me back as badly as you say…why are you the one standing here? Why isn't he here?'

Hardison shrugged one shoulder. 'That's not Eliot. He doesn't do that kinda thing.'

'Well maybe he should.' She practically shouted, anger and hurt vying for dominance in her eyes. She didn't want to talk about this anymore.

'I'm tired of being the one who always reaches out. I didn't keep any secrets from him. I was straight with him all the time. Always. He wasn't with me. And that's fine, I'm not going to fault him for wanting his privacy but I'm not gonna go crawling back to him either.' She swallowed hard and Hardison had the grace to ignore the unnatural brightness of her eyes.

'He needs to figure out what he wants,' she began again, calmer, 'and if it's someone else…that's fine. I hope he's happy, I really do.'

She stopped and Hardison studied her face a moment. He could tell she meant that, and that it confused her. Like she wasn't sure if she had the right to want him back.

It reminded him of Parker when she was trying to deny being jealous.

'And if what he wants is you?' He asked quietly.

Tali bit her lip.

'if it's me… he knows where to find me.'

With that she shut the door and this time, Hardison didn't try to stop her.

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Sophie turned to look at Eliot. They were alone for the first time since finishing the job, Nate had gone to bed and Parker had gone to take one of her post-job eighteen hour naps and Hardison…she wasn't totally certain where Hardison had gone.

Eliot was sprawled out on Nate's couch with a beer, staring through the television and whatever sports channel he had landed on. Sophie sipped her wine thoughtfully and got up from the table and went to sit down on the arm of the couch near his feet.

Eliot's eyes slid over to her.

'Yeah?' He asked hesitantly. She had that look in her eye. That one she used to get when Nate was drinking on the job.

That was her I'm gonna fix something look.

He hated that look.

Sophie sighed, a sure sign she was revving up for something, and swished the wine around in her glass.

'You remember when Parker bought all those piñatas in Juarez?'

Eliot frowned. That wasn't what he was expecting.

'Remember? Sophie, the damn things are scattered all over the place.' He waved a hand at the brightly colored animals, piled in every corner of the office.

'Eliot…love is like those piñatas.'

He groaned and threw an arm over his eyes.

'C'mon Sophie not now.'

The grifter frowned, batting at his foot.

'Just hear me out a moment, would you?'

Reluctantly, Eliot dropped his arm enough so that he could see her.

'Fine. Make it fast. The game's about to be on.'

Sophie stood and took the remote from his limp hand, turning off the television.

'You and I both know you weren't watching that.'

He didn't even bother trying to deny it, and instead watched Sophie warily as she paced in front of those screens.

'I know I'm probably the last person that ought to be giving love advice,' she paused at Eliot's derisive snort and sent him a short glare, 'but I have devoted a lot of time and thought to the subject, and this is what I think.'

She turned to look at him, satisfied his disdainful look had mellowed to mild irritation.

'A relationship…the forever kind? I think it's like those piñatas. It's locked away inside and you've gotta beat it, stomp on it, sometimes rip their heads off,' she gave him a meaningful glare and he smiled slightly. 'But once you're though all that hard work and heart ache and you've spent all that effort…it breaks open,' she smiled a warm, disarming smile. Her real one, he'd learned, and reached out to touch his hand. 'And you get to the good stuff. And that makes it all worthwhile.'

Sophie gave his hand one last squeeze and then got up, disappearing through one of the adjoining doors. Eliot waited until she'd gone and opened his hand, looking at the piece of butterscotch candy she'd slipped to him.

'The good stuff.'

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Tali struggled with her purse, keys and two bags of groceries but was finally able to make it through the front door.

She promptly dropped all of it at her feet when she realized the studio wasn't as empty as she'd expected.

'What the-' Tali immediately went for the Louieville Slugger behind her front door. 'Who are you?'

Parker gave a genuinely confused look to the bat and wrinkled her nose. 'What are you gonna do with that?'

'I'm gonna beat the crap out of you unless you answer my question. Who are you?'

'Parker,' she answered, looking unperturbed. 'I'm a friend of Eliot's.'

'You've got to be kidding me. How many of you people are there?' Tali exclaimed and dropped the bat, apparently no longer seeing the petite thief as a threat and picked up her bags of groceries to take to the counter.

Parker tracked her with her eyes, spinning slowly on the seat at the counter bar.

'So make your case, what do you-' She stopped and narrowed her eyes, 'have we met?'

Parker nodded. 'Yeah. At that country music thing.'

Tali gave her a blank look for several moments before realization dawned.

'Oh. I didn't recognize without the…' she waved her hand vaguely in Parker's direction, 'duck.'

Parker nodded as if that was something she heard all the time and knocked on the counter with her knuckles.

'I really think you should give him a call.'

'I've been hearing that a lot lately.'

'Are you going to?'

'Why should I?'

'Because you want him back just as much as he wants you.'

Tali clenched her jaw and, suddenly needing an outlet for her energy, started unloading her groceries, muttering to herself as she stomped about the kitchen putting things away.

'Had just about enough of these people telling me what I feel, gente lacra queines se metan in cosas que no les importa.'

'Do you realize you just put milk in the pantry?'

Tali cursed and turned around.

'What do you want?' She demanded. Being without him was hard enough without all these 'friends' coming out of the woodwork to remind her of him.

'I want you to call him,' Parker responded, sounding as if she was the one who had reason to be impatient.

Tali jutted her chin to one side, drumming her fingers against the counter for several moments.

'You know, I think it's really great that you guys all rally around your friend,' her tone was biting and sharp and Parker frowned slightly, growing tense by the unbridled hostility coming off the other woman. 'But what does it say about a guy that his friends have to come beg for his girlfriend back?'

Tali started to go back to putting things away but stopped, slamming two cans of Spaghettios on the counter. 'And what does it say about his friends that they're all okay with the fact that he slept with another girl?'She demanded, surprising herself with the revelation that that had, in fact, been part of the reason she'd walked away. Her eyes suddenly burned and Tali shook her head, curls flying into her eyes as she turned and walked toward the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her.

She had her face pressed into a towel when she heard a voice behind her and whipped around, surprised to see Parker standing in the doorway.

'You're a stripper. And a prostitute.'

Tears forgotten, Tali fought to control her rage as she stalked back over to the door, looking Parker straight in the eyes.

'Not that it's any of your business,' she spat through clenched teeth, 'but I haven't slept with a man for money since Eliot showed up at my door two and a half months ago.' She dipped her chin, nostrils flaring. 'Now get out.'

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'I can't.'

'Why? Need help finding the door?' Tali asked, the question every bit a threat as it was a warning.

'No,' Parker took a deep breath. 'He's burning eggs.'

Tali blinked at her and took a half step back. 'What?'

Parker huffed, motioning awkwardly with her hands.

'Eliot is a master chef. He can make a chocolate soufflé with his eyes closed. He can mince an entire onion in under a minute without breaking a sweat. But since you two broke up he's burned eggs every time he's tried to make them. He's cut his finger while chopping carrots for soup. I've startled him three times. He can't for the life of him figure out how to make his famous tomato soup and on the last job,' Parker broke off and Tali's gaze sharpened. sharpened.

'There's no way Eliot doesn't realize he's got a half dozen guns pointed at him if his focus is where it should be.' She sighed, bringing her eyes back up to Tali's. 'He needs you.'

Tali smiled sadly and shook her head, her anger all but forgotten.

'Nobody needs me Parker.'

'That's not true,' the theif exploded, 'he needs his focus to stay alive and without you he doesn't have it. It's dangerous if Eliot can't focus. Someone could get hurt, maybe even him so you need to get back with him. You need to call.'

Tali tilted her head, frowning, 'What do you mean he needs his focus to stay alive?'

'Eliot has a dangerous job,' Parker said, sounding exasperated. 'That's why he never told you. He was trying to protect you.'

Tali grew quiet, studying the yellow hand towel she was still gripping in her fingers, processing this.

'Please, just give him a chance.'

Tali looked away and turned to go back to the sink.

'Regrets are a waste of time, Parker. They're the past crippling you in the present.'

She'd told herself that so many times to make the sadness and fear and anger go away so she could live her life like she thought she should. But the words just didn't seem to ring as true as they used to.

Parker walked up behind Tali to face her in the mirror.

'I agree. So don't let this be one of those things you regret.'

Tali closed her eyes and a few moments later could hear soft footsteps making their way out into the apartment, though she couldn't even focus on the fact that she never heard the door open or close.

After several minutes she looked up at herself in the mirror, to find mascara running down her cheeks and her lips trembling uncontrollably.

Slowly Tali backed up against the wall and when she felt the cool tile at her back, she sank down until she was hugging her knees, trying desperately not to cry out loud.

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Eliot got out of the lawn chair when Hardison caught his fifth fish and met the girls and Nate coming the door.

Hardison frowned as Eliot passed in front of him, never looking away from the screens.

'What are you wearing man?'

'A shirt, Hardison.' Eliot grumbled. He noticed Parker staring at him and gave her a confused look.

'No, I mean that smell. Is that perfume?'

'What?' Eliot turned around, 'No, man, I ain't wearin' perfume.'

'It smells like perfume. It's the same kind Tali wears.'

Eliot thought a moment. That did actually make sense. This was Tali's favorite shirt of his, she'd probably worn it a few times and…

Eliot spun around to Hardison, taking the few short steps it required to close the distance between them and leaned down to place his hands on the armrests.

'How would you know that?'

'Um, uh.' The hacker stuttered.

'Did you talk to her?'

'Uh…Well, what had happened was-'

Eliot made a noise between a curse and a growl and pushed up. He looked over at Parker who was now giving her cereal the strange staring look she'd been giving him a few moments before.

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'Parker,' Eliot growled, 'what did you do?'

She looked at him and smiled far too wide for the circumstances.

'What do you mean?'

Eliot scowled at her and glanced at Sophie and then Nate, who'd never had that great of a poker face to begin with.

'Are you kidding me?' He practically roared, throwing his hands in the air.

'Look, Eliot, we were just trying to help,' Nate said, trying to pacify the irate hitter. He looked at Sophie who put her hands up in surrender.

'Don't look at me. I didn't see her.'

Eliot did not seem comforted by the news and he growled.

'You,' he thrust a finger toward Nate and then turned and pointed it at Hardison and Parker, 'all of you. Stay the hell outta my business. Alright?' he snapped. 'You all got your own love issues to deal with. You let me handle mine. Got it?' With that Eliot turned, snatched his coat off the chair and stomped to the door, and slammed it shut behind him.

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'Why didn't you tell me you were holding a lovers' intervention? You know I love those.'

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Eliot leaned against the wall in the hallway outside Nate's apartment. His eyes closed, face upturned, muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching beneath his skin.

They meant well. He knew that.

With those guys, meaning well was all that mattered.

But Eliot hadn't meant well when he kissed Kaye Lynn. He'd felt like the biggest of hypocrites watching Tali walk away.

Parker was broken, you understand that?

Sophie was a sister. She was a best friend. All rolled into one.

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My job is to have your back and Nate, I'm gonna do it.

Because Eliot was a protector.

But he hadn't protected the one that meant the most to him.

You're sweet..I wasn't expecting that.

And he didn't know how to fix it.

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