Author's Note: Okay, what that guy was doing to Parker? That was harassment. And I cannot see either of her boys standing for that.

"HE USED MY BUTTON CAM TO TRY AND SEE UP PARKER'S SKIRT!"

The yell from Hardison broke the relative quiet in Nate's living room. Parker lifted her head and seemed to shrink a couple of inches as Hardison burst into the room. "I was just- just going through my feed. And do you know what I found, Nate? Gunter stole my button cam, and he was usin' it to try and get a peek up Parker's skirt! Do you know how not okay that is?"

Eliot's face had gone deathly pale and Sophie's eyebrows were in her hairline. "Parker," she said, turning to face the younger girl with a serious expression on her face. "Why didn't you say anything? That's basically sexual harassment."

"I did say something," Parker mumbled, curling up into a ball. "I told him to go away. But he kept following me with that stupid camera and touching my hair and stuff."

"I meant to us," Sophie elaborated, looking at her with a mournful expression on her face. "Parker, if we had known, we wouldn't have let him go near you."

"I know," Parker replied, her voice even more muffled as she pressed her nose into her knees. "We had a con to finish, though, and we needed Gunter for it."

"Yeah, well we don't need him now." Eliot had spoken up for the first time, and his voice was deadly. He got to his feet and exchanged a significant look with Hardison, whose eyes were more furious than Parker had ever seen them.

"Whoa, wait," Nate said, holding out his hand as Eliot and Hardison started for the door. "Where, exactly, are you two going?"

Eliot turned around and glared at him. "To show Gunter that he isn't allowed to do what he did to Parker."

"Especially not with my tech," Hardison added darkly.

They walked out, and less than three minutes later Parker darted from the couch to go after them.

It wasn't hard to follow Lucille to Gunter's hotel, and it was even easier to sneak into the air vents and keep track of Hardison and Eliot's movements through the building. They ended up at a room on the fourth floor, and Eliot broke down the door with one hard kick. Parker laid down on her stomach and rested her chin on her palms, watching with satisfaction as Gunter came out of his kitchenette and looked between the two men in confusion. "Uh... hello? What you doing... here? In my place? Hello?"

In seconds, Eliot stepped forward and slammed Gunter into the wall. His hand fell to the director's neck in a chokehold and Gunter immediately started to thrash and gasp for air. Hardison stepped in, too, and glared at him. "You know what you did?"

"No-!" Gunter wheezed. "Can't- breathe- what- do I- did I-"

"You messed with my girl," Hardison growled, stepping in closer as Eliot's fingers squeezed a little tighter.

"Our girl," Eliot corrected, and then Hardison had pulled back his fist and punched Gunter out.

Parker, still up in the vent, bit back a smile and let her chin drop to her wrists. Their girl. When you looked at it that way, she was pretty darn lucky.