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Title: Two Sides Of A Coin
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Leverage/The A-Team (tv series)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, blah.
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: none
Summary: it's that accent that made Hannibal come here.
Warnings: au, crossover
Word Count: 1060
A/Ns: written for [livejournal.com profile] au_bingo prompt crossover




It was the accent, Hannibal thought while pressing himself tight to the wall, gun in his hand. That accent got to him every time, without fail. If Colonel Decker knew about this Achilles heel of his, Hannibal certainly would face a lot more problems than just this uncomfortable tightness in his pants every now and then.

The job they’d been hired to do had seemed easy and almost routine for them: their employer had been worried about his sister being accused of stealing and losing her job when he was certain she was innocent and a victim of her bosses’ miserable managing skills. It was their job to find the money and get it for the family.

They had agreed to take the job and had travelled to this place, to investigate, but things hadn’t gone as smooth as Hannibal had hoped them to go.

It was as if fate was adamant about making the entire situation more complicated for them than it had to be.

He’d actually recognized Sophie Devereaux the second he’d laid eyes on her, despite the thick glasses, the dark costume under the white lab coat, and the tight twist in her hair. He’d watched her often enough during the numerous castings they both had found themselves at to recognize her almost immediately in almost every situation, and the slight widening of her eyes behind those glasses told him that she had recognized him as well, even in his disguise as homeless man. He’d given her a grin when she’d come closer and had lifted the soggy paper cup in his hand, rattling the few quarters in it hopefully, and thanking her enthusiastically when she put a folded dollar bill in it.

He’d known that it contained a note even before he’d unrolled it and the little piece of paper fell into his hands.

And that was why he was here now, in this abandoned warehouse, his team spread out to secure the exits, to find out why Sophie was here and what she wanted from him. Plus, he wanted to hear her talk in that accent to him again.

He hadn’t expected to get shot at.

Not in his most adventurous dreams had he thought she would shoot at him. He was usually a good judge of character, and while Sophie had a dangerous edge that told him she wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate any threats, she wouldn’t do it like this, unless he’d badly misjudged her.

He dared to glance around the corner, and another bulled whizzed past him. The shooters knew exactly where he was, knew they had him pinned without the chance to reach his team.

Hannibal grinned and put his cigar back between his teeth. He would have to wait until they drew close or until his team realized that something hadn’t gone as planned, but he was patient enough to do that.

The sound of another shot, fists hitting human flesh, and the muffled thump of a body hitting the ground he could hear just moments later didn’t sound so bad for him, he decided.

“John?”

The voice was familiar, too, but not what he had expected, Hannibal had to admit. Deciding to be careful, he didn’t reply immediately.

“Oh, for…”

Hannibal grinned around his cigar. Even when cursing in a very unladylike way, that accent was still very exciting.

“Hannibal, you should come out now.”

Deciding that he should do so, he stepped from his cover and found himself face to face with Sophie Devereaux.

“Sophie,” he greeted while glancing quickly and inconspicuously over her shoulder. There was a long-haired man scowling at the unconscious body of a man a few feet behind her. The gun used to shoot at Hannibal was lying, discarded, a small distance away from them.

“John,” she answered his greeting.

“Hannibal,” he corrected her with a small frown.

Sophie rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” she snapped. “Why are you here, Hannibal?”

His smile widened. “See, I got this little note from you…”

He trailed off when the long-haired guy growled warningly, and because the door was pushed open and Face stumbled in, his hands in the air. He was followed by a petite blonde woman.

“There’s a big black guy outside,” she said. “I tasered him.”

Hannibal sighed.

“Lieutenant?” he barked.

Face grimaced. “She knocked out B.A.,” he defended himself, but one glance at Hannibal’s face made him shut up and hunch his shoulders uncomfortably.

“Nate? Hardison?” Sophie asked, her head turned slightly to the side. Moments later, the rest of Hannibal’s men entered, B.A.’s arm slung around Murdoch’s shoulders. Behind them came two more men – a young, nervous-looking kid and a man holding a gun.

Hannibal looked at Sophie.

“Seems like you caught us,” he said. “Congratulations.”

He wasn’t very worried. So far, the A-Team had always managed to escape, even from hopeless situations. He had faith that he and his men could do so again.

“Well,” the man with the gun said as he put it away. “Unfortunately, you’re not the people we wanted to catch, Colonel Smith.”

Face muttered a curse under his breath. “Hannibal,” he said. “That’s Nate…”

“…Ford, I know,” Hannibal nodded. “Well, Mr. Ford.” He raised an eyebrow as he copied the other man’s pose. “Why are you and your…people…here?”

Nate grinned wolfishly.

“We are here to provide leverage,” he explained. “We work for Martha Sullivan.”

Martha Sullivan – the woman who had been accused of stealing and who was the sister of the man who had hired the A-Team.

“As you can see,” Nate continued, “we work for the same side.” He took a step closer, ignoring the growl from B.A. and his own man. “I have a proposal for you.”

Hannibal didn’t know how Nate Ford had found out that the A-Team was working for the same side as his own team, but he liked what he saw. He had a pretty good idea what that proposal was going to look like. Nate Ford’s reputation was well-known among certain circles Hannibal moved in.

He grinned. It looked as if it was time to find out how much of this reputation was exaggeration and how much of it was true.

And then, it was time to bring down some dirtbags.

And if he could listen to Sophie talk in that accent while doing so – well, Hannibal wouldn’t complain about that.
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