Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage of any of the characters from Leverage.

This was my first ever fanfic. Ah, nostalgia.


"What were you thinking, Hardison?"

"She said she was lonely, man!"

"And this was your solution? Couldn't you just take her to a movie or somethin'?"

"Hey, dude, it's not like it's the end of the world. And look at how happy it makes her!"

"Uh huh, and who's gonna have to take care of it?"

"She will. I sent her some websites, and she promised me-"

"Websites? Damn it Hardison! Does Parker even own a computer?"

"Yes, she does. I bought it for her last month as a sort of belated- or early, I mean, she wouldn't even tell me when it is and if I had to guess I'd say it was probably. . ." Hardison trailed off at the expression on Eliot's face.

"What if it pees on everything?" The hitter scowled as Parker ran into the room, a stick of salami in one hand and a pink doll brush in the other. The hitter and hacker watched as she slipped into a crouch and began crawling around on the floor, peering under various pieces of furniture as she went.

"Umm, Parker? What are you doing?" Hardison watched in fascination as she dropped to her stomach to look under the couch. Eliot shook his head in defeat and went to sit in his favorite chair. He picked up a book and pretended to read it, but he kept one eye on the scene playing out in Nate's living room. This was sure to get interesting, especially if they didn't find the thing before it relieved itself on Nate's rug.

"I want to brush its hair!" Parker grinned, and Hardison shot Eliot a triumphant look. Eliot ignored it, but he did smile as they heard the door slam shut. Nate was back.

"What's going on?" Nate asked, walking in to find Parker waving her salami stick around under the coffee table, Hardison watching in delight and Eliot reading in the corner, a slight smirk on his face.

"I lost my Bicycle and I want to brush its hair." Parker stated, as though this was a perfectly normal thing to be doing. She missed the glance Nate shot Hardison, who shrugged innocently.

"She means fur." Eliot remarked, nose still in his book. Everyone but Parker looked over at him, and he continued without looking up. "Hardison got her a dog."

"You did what?" Nate turned to stare at one of the world's best computer hackers, who was now shuffling his feet on Nate's carpet and mumbling about how 'the girl said she was lonely'.

"I named it Bicycle." Parker said, out of nowhere. Nate turned to find himself face to face with a rather adorable puppy. It was a mutt, and very, very cute. Everyone stared as Parker, renowned thief famous for her lack of emotions, giggled. Nate could only gawk as Parker held the puppy to her chest, talking nonsense to it in a singsong voice.

"Well. . . I'll just leave you to that, then. Yeah, umm. . ." Nate coughed once and hurried from the room. Eliot didn't blame him. He got up to leave himself, but not before he heard Hardison ask, "So why'd you name him 'Bicycle'?"