The room was littered with unconscious Parisian men. The only American in the room was sitting on the couch, finishing his coffee.

The door opened, and he tensed, ready for another fight. "Paris, Eliot?" Sophie was standing in the doorway, a cup of coffee in her hands. She leaned against the doorframe and watched him, her head tilted to the side in an expression that he had never forgotten.

He shrugged. "Wherever the job takes me." He gestured to a chair nearby. "Sit down for a while."

Sophie picked her way across the floor and took the chair. "You look good."

"Thanks. So do you."

"Thanks." She studied him for a moment. "How did you get that scar?"

He rubbed his finger over the line through his left eyebrow. "A fight. He had a ceramic knife." Eliot explained. "He nearly blinded this eye."

"I'm glad he didn't."

"Me too." Eliot agreed. "So what brings you here Sophie? Seven years and I haven't heard one word from you. Why are you suddenly back?"

"I saw Nate." Sophie said. "I was in LA for a job, and I ran into him."

"How is he?"

"He's okay." Sophie spoke quietly. "He misses us."

"I'm not surprised." Eliot replied. He took a sip of coffee. "But why are you here?"

"I was thinking that we could… go see him. All of us." She looked at him. "I know you miss it."

"Putting my life in other people's hands?" Eliot scoffed. "Yeah, I really miss that."

"No, not that. Being part of a team." Sophie corrected. Eliot didn't reply. "You don't have to stay, but I was thinking we could go and see him."

Eliot frowned. "We'll get Parker and Hardison, and then go to LA. I'll stay for a few days, then I'm gone."

"Thank you."

"I don't want to." Eliot said sharply. "But I know how shameless you are when you want something. I don't feel like dodging you for two years."

"I know." Sophie replied. Eliot got up and she followed him out of the room and to his car. She climbed in the passenger side. "Do you know where either of them are?"

"No. They haven't contacted me either." Eliot didn't sound too angry about that. After all, he hadn't made any effort to contact any of them.

"Well, I'm sure we can find them."

Two weeks later saw them in Rome, where a museum was being robbed, artifact by artifact, under nearly impossible circumstances. In short, it screamed Parker.

Eliot got a job as a security guard, watching artifacts at night, and quickly becoming their most relied on man. When he was set to watch their most precious artifact overnight, he waited patiently, watching carefully. The lights went out, and he listened for the hissing of a thief on a zip line. His hand shot out, seizing the wrist of someone, and he turned on his mini flashlight and pointed it into the thief's eyes.

Parker squinted and brought a hand up to cover her eyes. "Hey!"

"Leave your theft to another day Parker. We're going on a trip."

Parker lowered her hands, squinting towards him. The voice was familiar, but she couldn't place it. "I know you…"

"Yeah. You do, and you tripped the alarm." Eliot replied. "Now are you going to stand here and get caught, or are you gonna come with me?"

"I think I'll steal my priceless artifact, actually."

"There's something wrong with you." That line hung in her mind, and something clicked into place.

"Eliot?"

"Good job. You remembered me, now let's go! Sophie's waiting in the car!"

"Sophie?" Parker dropped from her zip line and grabbed the artifact, then tucked it into her bag. "Why is Sophie with you?"

"We're having a reunion, apparently." Eliot replied. The sound of someone approaching came audible, and increased in volume fast. "Let's go!" He picked the thief up and took off running towards the emergency exit and then to where Sophie was waiting in the car. He threw Parker into the backseat and climbed in beside Sophie. She was speeding off before he got the door closed.

"The cops are going to be following us."

Sophie frowned around. "Did you have to rob a museum in Rome, Parker? They're good here."

"I don't get caught." Parker said. "So Rome doesn't matter to me."

"Ugh." Sophie hit the brakes in an old parking garage. They abandoned the car, getting into one they had hidden there earlier. Eliot jumped into the front seat of the sports car, with Parker beside him and Sophie in the back. Eliot stomped on the gas, peeling out of the parking garage and speeding off into the Roman evening.

"Hi Sophie." Parker said.

"Hello Parker. How've you been?"

"I've been okay. I haven't had a challenge in a long time though. So where are we going?"

"To find Hardison." Eliot said. "Then to LA to visit Nate."

"Oh. That's good. I bet he misses us."

"He does." Sophie said.

"Did you two hook up?" Parker asked.

"No. I ran into him a while ago."

"How's he?"

"Okay."

"Is he still a drunk?" Parker's curiosity hadn't faded apparently.

"Apparently not." Eliot grunted.

"That's surprising." Parker pulled her phone out and looked through it. "Should I call Hardison?"

"You still talk to him?" Eliot sounded surprised and jealous.

"No. I just never deleted your numbers." Parker replied. She called, putting the cell on speaker phone.

"…. Hello?" Hardison's voice was hesitant.

"Hi Hardison. How've you been?"

"Fine… who is this?"

"It's Parker." She sounded offended. "You haven't forgotten me already, have you?"

"Parker?" Hardison laughed. "Well damn. I haven't heard from you in forever!"

"Yeah, I know. Sorry."

"No biggie. So what's up?"

"Sophie says we're going to see Nate!" Parker replied brightly.

"Sophie's there?"

"And so is Eliot." Sophie put in. "Hello Hardison."

"Hey Hardison." Eliot sounded angry, though that might just have been because he was concentrating on driving.

"Hey guys! How've ya'll been?"

"Good." Sophie replied. Eliot grunted.

"So where are you Hardison?"

"I'm in D.C. The White House had a room open, and I wanted to check it out. It's a pretty nice pad. There's a lot of interesting stuff to hack into here."

"We'll be there tomorrow." Sophie said. "Then we're going to LA."

"See you guys tomorrow then." Hardison said happily.

"Bye Hardison." Parker hung up the phone. Eliot drove to the airport, and they boarded the earliest plane to D.C.

They arrived early in the morning and called Hardison, who met them down the road from the White House, climbing into the back of their rented car with Sophie. Eliot brought them back to the airport and they all boarded a plane to LA.

Sophie was the one who acquired the car this time, and she and Eliot sat in the passenger seat, with Hardison and Parker in the back. They sat in silence for several minutes, and Sophie turned the radio on just for some background noise. A song came on, and the lyrics cut into them all.

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Eliot frowned out the window, staring at the familiar streets of Los Angeles and remembering days best left in his past. He couldn't stop the feeling of déjà vu and it annoyed him that he hadn't looked forward to something like this in seven years. He also couldn't ignore the rightness that hung over them. The companionship that remained between them.

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Sophie stared ahead, thinking of all the letters and postcards that were in her penthouse, never sent. There were several to each of them, filled with apologies and explanations that she could never really give them. They all showed her desire to be part of a team again.

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky, I know
But I wanna go home

I've got to go home

Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

Parker looked out into L.A., running over the cons and thefts she had made as part of the Leverage team, and then looked around the little car. They were all avoiding each others' gazes, lost in their own thoughts.

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Hardison was remembering the days spent in the office, relaxing or the tense moments when he was working on a case. He remembered the easy friendship that had grown between them.

They had eventually grown to be a family, and then they had scattered.

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home.

Sophie broke the silence. "It's always odd when music provides a fitting soundtrack for life."

No one replied, which was enough to tell her that they agreed. She parked the car, and they all got out and went up to the familiar apartment, gathering on the porch. Sophie rang the doorbell and they waited.

The door opened, and Nate stood there, looking at all of them for a moment that transcended emotion. It wasn't a happy moment, or a sad one. It just was. Nate stepped back and held the door open wider. "Want to come in?" They filed past him inside.

This time, they stayed.