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[#004] as you walk on by, will you call my name (leverage/psych)
Theme Prompt: #004 – Last to Know
Title: as you walk on by, will you call my name
Fandom: Leverage/Psych
Rating/Warnings: PG / Absolute ridiculousness
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Eliot had known that going to Santa Barbara at all was a mistake, let alone having him by the face of the jaunt into the police station, but everyone else had been burned at this point, leaving him the only option.
Notes: The creators of Leverage totally said that they would have made Shawn and Eliot cousins were it not for the fact that the Psych writers made Leverage fictional, so I just choose to ignore that line of dialogue and carry on as they originally intended. You’re welcome (or I’m sorry?)
“Eliot?”
Eliot had known that going to Santa Barbara at all was a mistake, let alone having him by the face of the jaunt into the police station, but everyone else had been burned at this point, leaving him the only option. He had heard that his Uncle Henry had retired, so he is hoping that he can get in, get out, and no one would be the wiser.
He is wrong.
“Eliot?” the detective next to him turns and glances between where Eliot is standing next to him and where Shawn and Gus are standing like two dumbfounded idiots, acting like they’ve seen a ghost. “I thought your name was Mark Weinstern.”
“Eliot? What’s going on?” Nate’s voice in his ear is clear as day, but he ignores it for now.
“It is,” he says, glaring daggers into his cousin and his idiot best friend so that they don’t blow his damn cover when he’s two feet from the door. Gus shifts back slightly, placing Shawn between himself and Eliot’s fists, while Shawn catches on after a second and starts doing what he does best. Talking.
“Yes! Mark is his name. We just call him ‘Elliot’ because when we were kids he had a great fascination with ‘Billy Elliot.’ He was just a regular ol’ dancin’ fool. Tights and everything. Ask him about it now, though and probably all you’ll get out of him is an ‘I was eighteen and foolish.’”
“Eliot, this is entirely new information. Why did I not know this about you sooner?”
Lassiter glances between the two of them suspiciously for a moment, before Eliot sighs and speaks up with a much more plausible story. “We’re cousins. Eliot is my middle name.”
That seems to make a bit more sense, and he glances back to Shawn before responding. “My condolences.” Eliot nods with a thin smile because at least someone around here gets it, before holding up the file he came for.
“Thanks again, for the help, Detective.” And with that he will leave his side and start charging towards his cousin, grabbing both him and Gus by the arms to shove them out of the precinct ahead of him and into Gus’s car.
“Dude, don’t blame us for nearly blowing your cover,” Shawn protests as he’s forced into the back seat. “If you’re on a job in town you should call first, that way I know not to out you.”
“If I’m on a job, Shawn, I’m not going to call you and let you know about it.”
“Eliot, I hate to interrupt your little family reunion here, but did you get the information?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Eliot sighs.
“Got what?” Gus frowns. “We didn’t ask you to get anything.”
“I’m not talkin’ to you.” Eliot glares Gus back into submission and Shawn scoffs from the backseat.
“Man, we are not twelve anymore. You can’t just make that face like your head is going to explode and expect us to back off anymore.”
“You never backed off in the first place!”
“Eliot.”
“Man, all this time he never talks about his family. Now they finally show up and me without my popcorn.”
“Can it, Hardison.”
“Who’s Hardison?” Shawn and his insatiable curiosity is going to get him killed one of these days, but Eliot just takes a moment to pull out his earbud and show it to him, before putting it back in his ear again.
“What do you want me to do?” That’s directed to Nate, not Shawn, but to avoid any confusion, he’s just going to smack a hand over his cousin’s mouth so that he doesn’t start speaking.
“Get back to the hotel. We need to start working on phase two.”
“On my way.” He shifts to get out of the passenger’s seat, before glaring at both of them again. “Don’t follow me.”
* * * * *
They follow him.
Eliot Spencer has been trained to lose almost every tail in existence, and you would think that a car that’s shaped like a blueberry would stand out enough against the streets of Santa Barbara, but it turns out nearly everyone here drives a car shaped like a blueberry and while they’re in the middle of discussing the next part of the con, Shawn and Gus come tumbling through the front door like a pair of clumsy idiots. Shawn bounces up soon after while Gus takes a little longer, and is pointedly not meeting Eliot’s eyes.
Nate stares at both of them for a moment, then glances to the expression on Eliot’s face. “Your cousin and his friend, I take it?” Eliot grimaces and shakes his head, before Shawn opens his mouth.
“More than that, actually. You might even say we are the Judd Nelson and Anthony Michael Hall to his Emilio Estevez.”
“Why am I the scrawny white boy, Shawn?”
“Because you went into pharmaceuticals, Gus. You know more about math than anyone I know. Let’s face it, you’re the nerd in this equation.”
“I’m sorry, you lost me when you said that Eliot was Emilio Estevez.” Hardison starts to push forward from his computer, a look of skeptical disbelief on his face. “Are you sure we’re even talking about the same person?”
“Trust me, he’s Emilio all the way.” Shawn crosses his arms in front of his chest. “He may not look like it now, but he was all letterman jackets and golden boy charm until my rebel-without-a-cause rubbed off on him and I like to think made him a better person.”
Hardison just grins, the slow smile that makes Eliot want to punch him stretching across his face. “I think I like you.”
“What do you want Shawn?”
“We want in on the heist.”
Eliot closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna hate this.”
“You hate everything, man,” Hardison teases as Nate endeavors to try and talk to the two idiots out of it. “As far as you’re concerned, this is just another Tuesday.”
Title: as you walk on by, will you call my name
Fandom: Leverage/Psych
Rating/Warnings: PG / Absolute ridiculousness
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Eliot had known that going to Santa Barbara at all was a mistake, let alone having him by the face of the jaunt into the police station, but everyone else had been burned at this point, leaving him the only option.
Notes: The creators of Leverage totally said that they would have made Shawn and Eliot cousins were it not for the fact that the Psych writers made Leverage fictional, so I just choose to ignore that line of dialogue and carry on as they originally intended. You’re welcome (or I’m sorry?)
“Eliot?”
Eliot had known that going to Santa Barbara at all was a mistake, let alone having him by the face of the jaunt into the police station, but everyone else had been burned at this point, leaving him the only option. He had heard that his Uncle Henry had retired, so he is hoping that he can get in, get out, and no one would be the wiser.
He is wrong.
“Eliot?” the detective next to him turns and glances between where Eliot is standing next to him and where Shawn and Gus are standing like two dumbfounded idiots, acting like they’ve seen a ghost. “I thought your name was Mark Weinstern.”
“Eliot? What’s going on?” Nate’s voice in his ear is clear as day, but he ignores it for now.
“It is,” he says, glaring daggers into his cousin and his idiot best friend so that they don’t blow his damn cover when he’s two feet from the door. Gus shifts back slightly, placing Shawn between himself and Eliot’s fists, while Shawn catches on after a second and starts doing what he does best. Talking.
“Yes! Mark is his name. We just call him ‘Elliot’ because when we were kids he had a great fascination with ‘Billy Elliot.’ He was just a regular ol’ dancin’ fool. Tights and everything. Ask him about it now, though and probably all you’ll get out of him is an ‘I was eighteen and foolish.’”
“Eliot, this is entirely new information. Why did I not know this about you sooner?”
Lassiter glances between the two of them suspiciously for a moment, before Eliot sighs and speaks up with a much more plausible story. “We’re cousins. Eliot is my middle name.”
That seems to make a bit more sense, and he glances back to Shawn before responding. “My condolences.” Eliot nods with a thin smile because at least someone around here gets it, before holding up the file he came for.
“Thanks again, for the help, Detective.” And with that he will leave his side and start charging towards his cousin, grabbing both him and Gus by the arms to shove them out of the precinct ahead of him and into Gus’s car.
“Dude, don’t blame us for nearly blowing your cover,” Shawn protests as he’s forced into the back seat. “If you’re on a job in town you should call first, that way I know not to out you.”
“If I’m on a job, Shawn, I’m not going to call you and let you know about it.”
“Eliot, I hate to interrupt your little family reunion here, but did you get the information?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Eliot sighs.
“Got what?” Gus frowns. “We didn’t ask you to get anything.”
“I’m not talkin’ to you.” Eliot glares Gus back into submission and Shawn scoffs from the backseat.
“Man, we are not twelve anymore. You can’t just make that face like your head is going to explode and expect us to back off anymore.”
“You never backed off in the first place!”
“Eliot.”
“Man, all this time he never talks about his family. Now they finally show up and me without my popcorn.”
“Can it, Hardison.”
“Who’s Hardison?” Shawn and his insatiable curiosity is going to get him killed one of these days, but Eliot just takes a moment to pull out his earbud and show it to him, before putting it back in his ear again.
“What do you want me to do?” That’s directed to Nate, not Shawn, but to avoid any confusion, he’s just going to smack a hand over his cousin’s mouth so that he doesn’t start speaking.
“Get back to the hotel. We need to start working on phase two.”
“On my way.” He shifts to get out of the passenger’s seat, before glaring at both of them again. “Don’t follow me.”
They follow him.
Eliot Spencer has been trained to lose almost every tail in existence, and you would think that a car that’s shaped like a blueberry would stand out enough against the streets of Santa Barbara, but it turns out nearly everyone here drives a car shaped like a blueberry and while they’re in the middle of discussing the next part of the con, Shawn and Gus come tumbling through the front door like a pair of clumsy idiots. Shawn bounces up soon after while Gus takes a little longer, and is pointedly not meeting Eliot’s eyes.
Nate stares at both of them for a moment, then glances to the expression on Eliot’s face. “Your cousin and his friend, I take it?” Eliot grimaces and shakes his head, before Shawn opens his mouth.
“More than that, actually. You might even say we are the Judd Nelson and Anthony Michael Hall to his Emilio Estevez.”
“Why am I the scrawny white boy, Shawn?”
“Because you went into pharmaceuticals, Gus. You know more about math than anyone I know. Let’s face it, you’re the nerd in this equation.”
“I’m sorry, you lost me when you said that Eliot was Emilio Estevez.” Hardison starts to push forward from his computer, a look of skeptical disbelief on his face. “Are you sure we’re even talking about the same person?”
“Trust me, he’s Emilio all the way.” Shawn crosses his arms in front of his chest. “He may not look like it now, but he was all letterman jackets and golden boy charm until my rebel-without-a-cause rubbed off on him and I like to think made him a better person.”
Hardison just grins, the slow smile that makes Eliot want to punch him stretching across his face. “I think I like you.”
“What do you want Shawn?”
“We want in on the heist.”
Eliot closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna hate this.”
“You hate everything, man,” Hardison teases as Nate endeavors to try and talk to the two idiots out of it. “As far as you’re concerned, this is just another Tuesday.”
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I should check these shows out sometime.
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