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Bring on the Wonder	By : Azuriel Category: G through L > Leverage Views: 501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once the team reached the secluded Cape Cod home Ian had rented they discussed it and agreed that it might be best that they stay there for a little while. They had a history with Sterling, and it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that he'd be watching the building they once called home for them to return. That, and they were all still reeling from what had just happened.

Sophie was angry, but she and Hardison kept tabs with what was going on with Nate's trial. They also took the time to get to know Ian a little better.

Elliot limped in from the back yard looking pretty beat up one afternoon while Sophie was watching the news. “Alright, he passes,” Elliot announced. “He can back me up,”

“What's that? Back you up?” Ian's tone was slightly cocky as he followed Elliot in. “I do believe I just kicked your ass, old man.”

Elliot whirled around. “First of all, I'm not that much older than you. Second, you beat me because I let you.”

Ian snorted at that. “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

Hardison handed Ian some papers. “Okay, I got you everything you need. I took the identity you were using and added to it. You are now officially William Jansen, a green card carrying legal US resident from South Africa. You're even in the official INS database.”

“Thanks, you're awesome,” Ian said as he took the papers.

“I'm starting to like him a little better,” Hardison said as he joined Sophie on the couch. “He shows me the appreciation I deserve.”

“Give him some time to really get to know you. That'll change,” Elliot teased as he grabbed some ice out of the freezer to ice his injuries.

“I do have one more ask,” Ian said as he leaned against the kitchen island separating the kitchen from the living room.”

“What's that?” Sophie asked.

“I don't want this new identity to be just for show. I came here to reinvent myself, so call me Will.”

“I can understand and respect that,” Sophie nodded. “Will it is.”

“Thanks.” Will went to the fridge and pulled out a plastic bag of fresh pineapple chunks. “Anyone want to join me in a snack?” He spread some out on a plate and sprinkled a tiny bit of salt onto the fruit.

“What kind of psycho puts salt on pineapple?” Elliot commented, shaking his head.

“I do,” Sophie came to Will's defense. “It doesn't work with canned, but fresh, it mingles nicely with the tang.”

“And brings out the sweet,” Will finished the thought.

Sophie got up to join Will, and they started enjoying the snack with the exact same mannerisms. “What?” Sophie said to Elliot when she noticed he was watching them.

“Nothing,” Elliot moved to a chair on the other side of the room. “So, two questions. Are we going to bust Nate out? And if so, how are we going to do it?”

“I haven't completely figured that out,” Sophie admitted. “As angry as I still am, I can't leave him to rot. We should probably head back to Boston in the morning. There hasn't been any evidence that Sterling isn't honoring the deal. Then I'll visit Nate once I come up with a plan. He'll need to know what's going on and cooperate.”

“I guess that means I need to come up with a way for you to talk freely,” Hardison started thinking. “Prison visits are recorded.”

“And what am I doing?” Will asked.

“For a while you'll be with me,” Elliot said. “You're the son of a criminal, not a criminal yourself. We're going to have to teach you the ropes. And like I said earlier, since you can fight, you can back me up.”

“And rent a car for us to drive back,” Sophie added. “You're still the unknown element here. I guess for now you'll be the wild card.”

“Works for me,” Will nodded.

A few days later Sophie went to visit Nate. Hardison had rigged a device for her to plug into where the phone box was on her side of the glass. It would keep the prison guards from listening in, but the team would be able to join the conversation.

Sophie had worked out a plan and explained every detail. “No,” Nate said when she was finished.

“What do you mean no?”

“It's a horrible plan. None of it times out, and there's no way you can get to the car that fast.”

“Ah, but you have to admit, it'd be a lot more dramatically satisfying if I'm the one driving the getaway car.”

“You know they record these calls.”

Sophie held up her phone to show that they still had a few tricks. “I created a carrier signal for our conversation,” Hardison explained. “But I'm dumping another conversation onto the prison recording system.”

“It's actually pretty clever,” Will was impressed. “It's a Spanish soap opera.”

“Oh, yeah. Check it out, man. Look, it turns out Pepe's twin brother Peppi is actually Guadalupe's baby's daddy,” Hardison commented.

“But how did she not figure that out?” Will wondered out loud.

“Seriously?” Elliot gave the two a half glare. He turned to see Parker coming in the door with a bag over her shoulder. “He doesn’t want to do it.”

“Oh, but I love jumping on elevators,” she was disappointed. “This is my special elevator rig he got me for Christmas.”

“Look, Nate, you took the fall for us, so...” Elliot started.

“After you lied to us,” Hardison interrupted. “He's a liar.”

Elliot gave the hacker a dirty look for interrupting him. “You took the fall for us. You went to jail so we wouldn't have to. We get that, so we're square. But now you got to let us get you out of prison.”

“But if we're gonna do that then we have to hit you at your next hearing. That prison's escape-proof,” Parker pointed out.

“And not all of us are convinced that we should,” Hardison grumbled.

“Yes, your protest is noted,” Will sighed, getting tired of hearing it. “I have no personal opinion here, so...”

“Guys, no,” Nate protested. “I committed a crime, I got caught, and now I am gonna serve my time.”

Sophie rolled her eyes at that. “Nate, what kind of world would it be if everybody that committed a silly little crime went to prison, huh? Complete madness. Did you get the kielbasa?” Nate held it up for her to see. “There's an earbud inside it.”

“Now, listen to me, in no way, shape, or form are you gonna break me out of this prison. Understood?”

Hardison shook his head. “Okay. You know what? Fine, Nate. We're still out here. We're doing the job. We help people nobody else helps. That's important. You want to stay around and miss out just because you got to figure out your guilty conscience, that's your loss.” He severed the connection.

“He's not a very good criminal,” Will commented.

“Up until now he always swore he wasn't,” Elliot said. “I'm gonna go have a drink. You wanna join me?”

“Sure,” Will got up and followed. “Just none of that piss water you call beer.”

Parker turned to Hardison when Elliot and Will were gone. “Have you ever seen Elliot take to anyone that fast?”

“No,” Hardison answered. “Sometimes I'm not even sure Elliot likes me. But they knew each other for a bit years ago, maybe that has something to do with it.”

“Maybe.” Parker wasn't so convinced.

The next day everyone got a text to meet. “Guess who reached out a little while ago,” Hardison said when everyone was in the sitting area in front of the screens.

“Has Nate changed his mind?” Sophie asked in a hopeful tone.

“Not exactly. He used the ear bud to ask me to check into a guy named Billy Epping. The dude carried liquor across state lines, which doesn't usually land a person in jail, but that's what happened to Billy. There's something really hinky about that warden.”

“Then we should check him out,” Sophie agreed. “If Nate took the ear bud then we can communicate with him, but we're mostly on our own for this one.”

“Well, I'll arrange a meeting with him,” Hardison started typing on his keyboard. “Maybe you and Parker could check out the judge. If there's something really here...”

“Maybe Will and I should go into the prison,” Elliot suggested. “If Nate and this Billy guy are in danger we need to protect them.”

“Nate pretty much took care of that, they're in the infirmary. But having extra eyes on the inside isn't a bad idea. I'll give the infirmary a new doctor with an intern.”

“I've never been in a prison before,” Will seemed intrigued. “This should be interesting.”

“But you follow my lead, you got it?” Elliot's tone was stern.

Will did a military salute. “Yes, Sir!”

“Come on, wise ass,” Elliot dragged Will out the door.

When they left Sophie turned to Parker and Hardison. “Is it just me, or are those two bonding?”

“I saw it too!” Parker cried, happy that she wasn't seeing things. “You think it's because they have a similar history?”

“Could be. Come on, we have a judge to check out. Let Nate know that Elliot and Will are on their way,” she said to Hardison.

Elliot walked into the prison infirmary with Will behind him. He handed the warden some papers. “Abernathy, MD. Here's my C13-A state employment certification. There's my processing forms, the A76/4. Oh, and this is my intern, Dr. Wilson. All the paperwork for that is there too. Why he'd want to... never mind.”

“You worked prison clinic before?” the warden asked.

“Have I worked....? Sir, I'm... If you'll look on this, you can see my history right here. Framingham, Concord. Hell, my roommate at Tufts drives a Benz and fixes little girls' noses, rich ones, all right? I got shanked by my own scalpel last year in the neck.”

“Okay, already. Welcome to Rockford. The guard will stay. Yo, Ford. Clear out.”

“Yeah, um, in one minute,” Nate answered.

“Hi, Billy, Dr. Abernathy,” Elliot shook Billy's hand. “I'm gonna be taking a look at you. If you do exactly what I say, I'm gonna get you home alive, okay?”

Billy looked pretty scared, but he nodded that he understood. “Thanks.”

“Okay. Ford, come on. Let's go,” the guard started loosing patience.

“I need to talk to you,” Elliot quietly whispered to Nate.

As Nate started to leave with the guard he paused and cried out in pain. “Ah! Oh god!”

“What did you do?” Elliot gave the guard an accusatory glare. “Did you do something?”

“No, I got...” Nate pointed toward his mouth. “It's shooting.”

“What happened? Your tooth? Your mouth?”

“Tooth problems need to be taken very seriously,” Will commented. “They can cause heart attacks. Not many people know that.”

“Yes, very good Dr. Wilson,” Elliot nodded. “You really are top of your class. They finally sent me a good one. Let me see this real quick.” He moved to shine a light in Nate's mouth. “Whoa, hold up. Yeah, that's infected. You know, I can take you down to dental. Dr. Wilson, you attend to Billy here, show me what you got. I'll check on you when I'm done with this tooth.”

“I have to go with you,” the guard insisted.

“You have to go with us? Well, come on. Make sure you get your earplugs, though, because I'm gonna be sawing through some bone, and it's really loud. And the burning flesh and stuff, so I'll try to have...” The guard paused, deciding not to follow. “You know what? It's fine. Just right in here, sir. And please have a seat,” Elliot guided Nate into a room with a dentist chair.

Will turned to Billy while still listening with his ear bud. “Can I take a look at your wound?”

“He just freaking stabbed me!” the guy was clearly freaking out a little.

Will put some gloves on and took a look. “Yeah, well luckily it doesn't look that deep. You might need a few stitches and some observation.”

Will looked around for a suture kit while he listened to Elliot catch Nate up. “Ah,” he found one and started setting things out on a tray.

“You are gonna numb me before you start stitching?” Billy was sweating a little.

Will paused. “That would make sense since vodka isn't allowed in prison.”

“What kind of doctor are you.”

“I'm not. That's the fun part.”

“What?” Billy looked like he was thinking about calling for the guard, but thought better of it.

A little while later Nate had been returned to his cell, and Elliot returned to the room Will and Billy were in. He checked out the stitches. “A little rough, but not bad.”

They moved out into the hall away from Billy to listen to the briefing. “Two years ago, Judge Melvoy got a safe deposit box right around the time he started sending people down for hard time. And I'm talking citizens, not, you know, people like us,” the hacker shared what he found.

“Well, Judge Melvoy's not the only one. Four judges opened safe deposit boxes at the same time,” Parker informed them.

“I mean, there are hundreds of cases here, and these are just the ones that we've found,” Sophie said.

Will shook his head. “Damn, and I thought African governments were corrupt.”

“Welcome to America,” Elliot sighed. “We just pretend that we're better and sweep everything under the rug.”

“Records I pulled off of Worth's computer show that each time an inmate checks in at Rockford their judge gets an e-mail. Now, it looks coded. I'm thinking Cayman Islands bank account,” Hardison continued.

“Hardison, private prisons have a contract with the state just like any company that provides a service. Now, do they have to maintain a head count?” Nate asked.

“Yeah. See, Rockford can't drop below seventy percent occupancy. If they do, they lose their state funding. No state money, they close. And they came very close two years ago.”

“So, private prisons are like the hotel business. They live and die on occupancy. Now, Worth wasn't gonna lose a hundred million in profit just because he didn't have enough hard cases to fill the prison, so he puts a few judges on the arm to send him non violent offenders, easy prisoners to supervise.”

“Yeah, but why these people?” Parker asked.

“Because they're citizens,” Elliot answered the question. Because they're honest middle class citizens. These people, they don't want to cause any trouble. They can't afford a lawyer, so if some judge sends them away, well, yes, sir. They were taught to trust the courts. They believe in the system. Like I just told Will, we only pretend we're better.”

“So, Nate, what you got?” Sophie asked.

“Well, Worth makes money sending innocent people to prison. I have just the thing. But hey, new guy, Will is it?”

“Yeah?” Will was a little confused about why he was being called on.

“Let's see what you got. How do we hook this guy?”

Will thought for a moment. “Well, if I remember right, he comes from a family of politicians, but was never able to get elected himself. That's why he went into business. So you hook him with an elected office.”

“Very good, just what I had in mind. Of course, unlike what you're used to, he won't actually get into office. We're just getting access.”

Sophie was put in charge of making Worth think he was running for the Senate. She used a few altered pictures of the current senator with Parker to make Worth think that man was out of the way because of a scandal that was being kept quiet for the moment.

“He's hooked,” Hardison reported later that day. “I'm gonna have to watch out for you, Will, you're sneaky.”

“I've been around corruption since I can remember,” Will replied. “And this one was easy.”

“He tried to run twice and failed. That had to have been eating away at him,” Nate added. “Will understands the principal of figuring out what someone wants most, and then giving it to them, or at least making them think you are. Now, find me a way out of this place.”

“Billy showed me where he found the first dead gang member. Blind spot, no cameras,” Elliot reported.

“Nice coincidence.”

“Yeah, and Hardison checked the incident reports. All of them happened in camera blind spots. Places convicts wouldn't know existed.”

“Guards. Can we use the blind spots? I really want a back door out of this place.”

“No, Nate,” Hardison broke the news. I can't access those cameras from here. They're dumb. They run straight to the server.”

“Yeah, and they could have upgraded the motion sensors and infrareds since these plans. You're gonna have to map it out old school,” Parker added.

Elliot turned to Will. “Okay, I'll map the infirmary. My intern is gonna go get really lost, but Nate, you'll have to get what he can't.”

“Oh, a job I'm really good at,” Will commented. “My sense of direction actually is terrible.”

The three of them moved around the prison and reported what security measure they found. Hardison recorded everything on a building layout on his screen. “Nate, if you could see this, you would not be encouraged,” Hardison said once it was all pretty well mapped out.

“Yeah. I hope Sophie has more luck with the warden.”

While they waited they tried to come up with plans for how a jailbreak could be done. “I got it!” Parker grinned. “The furnace room. There's no sensors because it's too hot. They crawl straight down along the heating pipes until they reach the sewage system. Ha!”

“Now, Parker, it's a hundred and fifty degrees in there,” Nate pointed out.

“The average human can withstand that for twenty seven seconds.”

Will shook his head. “And people call me crazy.”

Sophie entered looking very happy. “Worth is in, but with two hundred and fifty thousand of ours as a buy in.”

“Ouch,” Nate responded.

“Oh, did I say ours? I meant what's left of your life savings. Yeah, I took it out of your account. Any any luck here?”

“Not really,” Will responded.

“Got it,” Nate said a few seconds later. “B Corridor, through to the kitchen, into the freezer, into the freezer air exchange. Then into the machine tunnels, which will lead me to the roof or the parking lot.”

“You got to beat the lock down door to the corridor,” Hardison pointed out. “There's a thousand pounds of pressure on that bolt.”

“There's motion sensors in the kitchen,” Elliot added.

“And infrared in the machine corridor,” Parker chimed in.

“All to get to the roof or the parking lot, where you'll be trapped and probably brutally gunned down,” Sophie was no longer optimistic. “Got a way out of that?”

“I'm working on it.”

“I don't know much about sensors, but I think I can help you with the lock down bolts.” the wheels in Will's brain were turning.

Everything was pretty much set. Normally they would take more time with a plan of that nature to make sure all bases were covered, but they knew they didn't have the time. Hardison went back to see Worth with his fake British identity.

After Worth received a phone call he left the room pretty quickly, and Hardison had a moment to sit down and take a peek at the man's computer. “Nate, the cameras just went down,” he warned.

“Okay, where?” Nate asked.

“The whole system. They faked a reboot. It's down for five minutes.”

“This will play in nicely,” Will commented. “Perfect timing.”

“Yeah, well, you and Elliot get ready,” Nate instructed. “They're coming for Billy. Parker, please tell me you're at Hardison's new van.”

“Yeah, it's really nice,” Parker answered.

“Did you bring it?”

“Wait, are we doing that now?”

“Yeah, we're gonna break out right now. Sophie, I need you to help guide me through it.”

“Nate, when they call lock down every door in the prison seals tight.”

“You sure this paper thing is gonna work?” Nate asked Will.

“Yeah, I've done it a bunch of times. Sealed off places are the best places to get a little of privacy. Where I grew up anyway. Hold on, the guards are here.”

A small group of guards came in as Billy finished getting dressed. One of them approached Billy with a knife. Elliot tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey. How you doing?” Elliot said before taking him and a second guard down. When he turned around the other three were out cold on the ground, Will standing over them. “Nice.”

Nate entered a minute later. “A little sloppy,” he commented.

“What do you want if you're not gonna let me use lethal force?” Will huffed. “So picky....”

“Hey, I am an accountant, okay?” Billy said again as Nate grabbed him and started dragging him toward the door.

Elliot turned toward Will. “We're not your dad, or, well, you know...”

“I know,” Will assured him. “We've been over this, and it's a main reason why I'm here instead of there. I'm just not used to your way of doing things yet.”

They heard the call for lock down over the speaker system. “If nothing goes wrong and we get out of here, you'll get used to it.”

“Hey, it really worked,” Nate's voice sounded surprised as they heard the sound of a gate opening. “I need to remember that trick.”

Sophie took a quick phone call. “That was Worth. I stalled him, but he's on his way to the bank as we speak.”

They listened anxiously as Nate cleared each obstacle. When he finally made it to the machine room Parker launched the remote control helicopter. She made sure to approach the cameras on the roof in such a way that it would look real so the guards would think Nate was escaping that way.

As soon as the gates opened back up Elliot and Will made their way out. They got to watch a few minutes of Worth being shown proof that he took a bribe to help Nate escape. “He's toast,” Will commented quietly. “I find your way interesting.”

Everyone else was already there when Nate entered the apartment. “What have you done to my apartment?” he asked as he looked around.

“I'm the landlord, and this place was vacant. We needed an office,” Hardison explained. “Now, I got staggered flights on Air France. Nate, I put you on a train to New York, then you fly out on Air Uruguay.” he started handing out tickets.

“Air Uruguay? What are you...?” Nate was a little confused.

Hardison started ushering everyone toward the door. “Yeah, your passport has you as Juan Ford, coffee merchant. Now, look, we all rendez-vous in Paris and...” He opened the door and they had men in black suits with guns pointed at them.

“These are situations in which I like being armed,” Will commented.

“Buona sera, signore Ford,” they all turned when they heard a woman's voice behind them. The dark haired woman descended the spiral staircase in a slightly dramatic fashion.

Whoever the woman was, she wanted a private word with Nate. Nate quickly agreed to go down to the bar with her.

“Are you sure about this?” Elliot asked him, eyeing the armed men.

“I don't think I have anything to worry about,” Nate seemed confident as he left with the stranger.

The private meeting didn't last long. Once the intruders were gone everyone went down to the bar and joined Nate at a table. “You all right?” Sophie asked. “Who was she?”

“She wasn't real clear on the details,” Nate answered as he sat there with a drink in his hand. “But she confirmed a suspicion I had.”

“And what suspicion was that?”

“Think about it. We've been putting the screws to corrupt millionaires. I could've gone to a state prison, but instead I ended up in a private prison owned by a corrupt millionaire. And in case anyone failed to notice, he got tipped off that Sophie was conning him earlier than intended. We didn't tip him off as planned, she did. She wanted to see what we could do. She wants something.”

“Hell of a way to ask for a favor,” Elliot snorted. “What does she want?”

“She wants us to take down Damiren Moreau,” Nate came right out with it.

“Damien Moreau? Are you out of your mind? Nobody touches Moreau!” Sophie cried.

“Nate, Moreau finances the Sicilians, the Russian mafia, the Colombian cartels...” Hardison started listing reasons to not take the job.

“Yeah, he moves money for the North Koreans, stolen artifacts for Iraq, nuclear materials for Iran,” Elliot added.

“He's one of the few people on this planet my father is a little bit afraid of,” Will pointed out. “Not even he would do this.”

Parker started looking through a folder of files that had been left for them. “Nate, these files are CIA, FBI, Mossad, Japanese Security.”

“We are not taking this job,” Sophie was adamant.

“It's not a job,” Nate informed them. “It's a command. We do this, and we all walk away. We don't, I go to an Italian prison to rot, and all of you will be killed.”

“She's blackmailing us?” Sophie's eyes widened.

“Sort of. Yes.”

“Sucks to be on the wrong side of that, finally,” Parker mumbled.

“Right now they have the leverage, so what we have to do is we have to get it back,” Nate made it sound simple.

“We can't go straight at a guy like Moreau. They'll vaporize us,” Elliot pointed out.

“What he said,” Will agreed.

“Right, so what we do is we do like we've always done in the past. We do jobs that help people. Only this time some of them are gonna lead us right to Moreau.”

Hardison gave a small smile at the idea. “Okay. I mean, I do have a pretty big client list waiting for us to check out. Oh, we back in business.”

Everyone seemed to be on board, so they got up to leave. Sophie pulled Elliot aside. “Out of curiosity, how's your new roommate working out?”

“Um, okay actually,” Elliot answered.

“Really?” that made Sophie smile.

Elliot seemed to hesitate before finally saying what he was thinking. “Yeah, um... “You know how there's things I don't like to talk about?”

“Yeah,” Sophie nodded. “I think we all have at least one thing we keep to ourselves.”

“Because Will and I ran in the same circles for a little while, I don't have to tell him. He already knows a lot of what I've done. I was a little nervous at first, thinking he might bring it up, but we've come to an understanding. Honestly, it's kind of nice having someone around who understands.”

“Good, I'm glad. I thought he might be a nice fit for this group.”

Elliot left Sophie alone with Nate, and he and Will went back to the apartment they were sharing. They sat side by side on the couch to let the day sink in. “So uh, when you gonna tell them you worked for Moreau?” Will broke the silence.

“When are you gonna tell them that the first time we actually met, you were sleeping with him and slipping him some of your father's secrets?”

Will lowered his gaze to stare at his feet. “I thought I'd keep that to myself until it became relevant. The two stories go hand in hand since you got me out of there.”

“Good idea,” Elliot agreed. “Besides, maybe it won't even come to that. Nate could figure out who this Italian woman is, and maybe we give her the slip? We've done it before.”

“I don't know. She seems to have some powerful friends in high places.”

The two of them sat there staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like a long time before Elliot lunged forward and started kissing Will passionately. Will pulled back. “What is this?” he asked, a little surprise by the suddenness.

Elliot inhaled deeply, still on top of Will. “Honestly, I don't know.”

“Okay,” Will shrugged and went back to kissing Elliot with equal passion before moving lower and sinking his teeth into the other man's neck.

Elliot moaned at the pain and ground his hips into Will's thigh. Their clothes were quickly ripped off and thrown onto the floor. “Backpack, little front pocket,” Will pointed to the bag between gasps for air.

Elliot got up to retrieve what turned out to be a bottle of lube, and Will had moved into a better position with his ass on the edge of the couch. Elliot knelt down and coated his fingers in the slick liquid and started planting kisses and nibbles on Will's thigh before slowly sliding two fingers into Will's ass.

Will whimpered from the pleasure of it, pressing back into the fingers and squeezing them. Elliot trailed kisses up Will's body, pausing to pinch a nipple between his teeth while still moving the fingers in and out to stretch the opening.

His lips found their way to Will's throat, and Will's skin erupted in goosebumps while his fingernails dug into Elliot's back while he tried not to be too loud. Their lips locked briefly again before Elliot pulled back to coat his cock in plenty of lube.

He paused long enough to give Will an out, but it wasn't taken. Their eyes met again as Elliot sank himself all the way inside Will. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans as Elliot's hips started to rock, and soon picked up the pace.

Will grabbed his own cock and started to stroke himself in time with his partner's motion. Will let his head fall back as he felt his body tensing. Elliot took the opportunity to gently bite the exposed sensitive flesh. It didn't take long for Will to let out a long low groan while cum splashed all over Elliot's chest. That was enough to cause Elliot to spill inside Will, biting his lip so the whole neighborhood didn't hear him.

The two didn't move for several minutes while their chests heaved from trying to catch their breath. Then Elliot pulled out and moved to the other side of the couch, reaching for a tissue to clean himself off.

“Stress relief,” Will put a name to what had just happened.

“Exactly,” Elliot agreed, liking that explanation. “We needed that after today. And now we should go to bed. When I can move again anyway.”
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