Eliot is worried about you. The last con got you hurt. You were 17 when Leverage started and you both got close.

He went to your room and walked in. He sat beside you on your bed. "How's your arm kid?" Eliot asked. You sighed rubbed your face. "It's fine Eli. Plus I'm not a kid no more." You grumbled.

Eliot pumped on your shoulder. "Hardison is being a dick about me caring for you." He said with a smile. You giggled a little. "I'm tired Eliot." You mumbled.

Eliot picked you up and gently laid you down. "Go to sleep kid. You took a big hit." Eliot whispered tucking you in. He put the blanket over you and he looked at the wrist brace. "Good night kid." He mumbled.

When he walked out and Hardison was standing there. "No." Eliot said quickly. Hardison smirked and started pushing Eliot's buttons. "Damnit Hardison. Get off my ass." He grumbled. "You care for the kid. That's sooo cute." Hardison said. "Shut up." Eliot mumbled.

Eliot walked into the bar downstairs with Hardison trailing behind him. When he got downstairs he saw Parker, Sofie, and Nate already down in the bar. "It is 11:00 at night why is everyone awake?" Eliot mumbled. Parker started poking him when he sat down.

"How is she?" Nate asked Eliot. He was talking about you and Eliot knew it. "Minor fracture. The kid is fi-" Eliot said before getting interrupted. "Kid? She's not a child." Sofie said. Eliot rolled his eyes. "She's a kid. Doesn't matter how old she is. She's a kid." Eliot mumbled.