Spoilers: Through the end of season 3
Characters: Nate, Sophie, Hardison, Parker, Eliot, and Maggie. Others to be introduced later.
Pairings: Nate/Sophie, mentions of past Maggie/Nate, possible Parker/Hardison
Summary: When the zombie apocalypse strikes, the team has to figure out how to face it.
Nate looked down at the phone in his hands and saw that the number had already been dialed. He considered turning around to ask Sophie how she knew Maggie's number, but decided against it. He had discovered there were some questions he never wanted the answers to. Punching the send button, he took a deep breath.
Maggie picked up on the second ring. "Hello?"
"Um, hey, Maggie?" Nate stammered out. "It's me, Nate."
"Okay." She paused. "What do you want?"
"Where are you?"
"What? Nate, you had better not get me into any trouble. Last time was more than enough excitement for me."
"Maggie, this is important. Where are you?"
"Why don't you just get your hacker to trace this call?"
"He's busy at the moment. Please, I just need to know."
"I'm at home." Sighing, she asked, "Nate, what is going on?"
"To be honest, I don't really know." He started pacing. "We were on a job, and these crazy people attacked the party where we were trying to con a businessman. It's happening all over the world."
"Crazy people attacking parties?"
"No. Crazy people attacking normal people. Hardison is convinced that they're zombies."
"Is everyone from your team all right?"
"Yeah, we're all fine." He stopped pacing and ran a hand through his hair. "Listen, I need you to stay home and lock the door. Barricade it and stay away from any windows. We'll come to get you when it's safe."
"I can take care of myself, Nate. I don't need to be rescued."
"Think of it as a retrieval, then. Be careful, Maggie."
Nate hung up the phone and turned around to see Sophie perched on top of a box. She tossed him a bottle of water.
"I take it that Maggie's still on the normal side of things."
"Yeah. We'll have to go get her after things calm down out there." He opened his bottle and walked until he stood in front of her.
She tilted her head to the side and nudged his thigh with her knee. "Did you take your earpiece out?"
"What do you think? You?"
"Eliot and Hardison were still arguing about whether to call the crazies zombies or not. Then, Eliot started yelling at Parker about how fortune cookies aren't a complete meal. Nothing unusual. But, I felt I needed a little peace and quiet."
He chuckled. "Get used to it. We're going to be stuck with them for awhile."
Yawning, she shook her head. "You get to be the babysitter, then."
"That's not part of my job."
"It is now." She hopped off the box and stretched. "I'm going to get some sleep. Come on."
He followed her to the air mattress and watched as she pulled back the covers and settled in on the left side.
"What are you waiting for, Nate?"
He shrugged and approached the right side of the bed, gingerly situating himself beside her. She rolled her eyes and turned onto her side, her back facing him.
She smiled to herself. "Goodnight, Nate."
He woke up a few hours later, disoriented. Somehow, Sophie had managed to roll over so she was facing him, and her upper body was draped across his chest, her legs tangled up with his. Her head rested partially on his shoulder, her nose nuzzling into his neck; he could feel her breath puffing against his skin. His hand was curled around her hip, his arm resting against the soft skin that was revealed from where her shirt had ridden up during the night. She mumbled something in her sleep, and he grinned as she shifted. He pulled her a little closer and allowed his eyes to close.