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"But I want it," pouts Parker. Hardison sighed and Eliot crossed his arms.
"Not right now baby girl. We're waiting for Nate and Sophie. When they get here we can talk about stealing the statue," Hardison said.
"But I want to steal it now," Parker whined, looking greedily at the statue in the glass case in the museum they were in. "Nate and Sophie need to get here faster."
"They're on their way. Just pipe down Parker and you'll be able to steal all you want when they get here," Eliot said, more grumpily than usual. And for good reason. They had been waiting for them for 2 hours in this place and still no sign of them. Parker was going stir crazy, Hardison was trying to keep Parker occupied and failing and Eliot was getting a headache. Things were about to come to a boil when Hardison's phone rang.
Hardison looked at the caller id and answered it.
"Is this Alec Hardison?" A man's voice asked.
"Yes who's asking?" Hardison said sharply.
"This is Detective Inspector Lestrade of Scotland yard. I have in my custody both Nathan and Sophie Ford as suspects in a murder investigation. They gave me your number as a contact. They said something about messing a meeting and to tell you that they need a lawyer.”
“Is that Nate?" Parker loud whispered. Hardison held up a finger.
"What are they being held for?" Both Parker and Eliot sat up at that.
"I am not at liberty to say. Will you come down to Scotland Yard? They have been asking for you," Hardison quickly gathered their stuff and Eliot and Parker followed his lead.
"I am on my way." Hardison ended the call and started walking out of the museum, Parker and Eliot close on his heels. They hailed a taxi and they quickly got in.
“So how bad we talking about?” Eliot said.
“Well we are about to go to SCOTLAND YARD,” Hardison yelled to the cabbie. “To get them out for murder. I would say pretty bad.”
“How do you know it is murder?” Parker whispered, eyes wide.
“Because that was Detective Inspector Lestrade. He investigates murders. He’s on the news all the time,” Hardison said.
“Great now we have to break Nate out of jail again and Sophie too,” Eliot said.
“We don’t have to if we prove that they didn’t do it. Since they didn’t do it, right?” Parker said looking at both of them. They exchanged glances.
“I don’t think Nate or Sophie can go that far. I am sure they didn’t do it,” Hardison said, slowly.
Eliot rolled his eyes. “No they wouldn’t. I would know. Now calm down you two.”
They sat in silence for a bit. Then Parker pouted, “Now I can’t steal the statue.”
“Don’t worry Parker. You’ll get your fix. We are about to steal us a Nate and Sophie.” Hardison said, grinning.
Eliot groaned. “Dammit Hardison.”