She'd changed trains and clothes several times before she'd arrived in Venice. She stepped out of the carriage around noon, peeking her head forward and resting both hands on either side of the doorway to brace herself. She eyed Parker and Hardison leaning against one of the columns, waiting patiently. Or, at least, Hardison was waiting patiently. Parker, dressed in a long, pale blue, button up coat with black gloves, tapped her hands and feet in agitation. Her eyes darted back and forth nervously, eyeing off each passer-by and examining them carefully. Hardison, wearing dark jeans, and a dark red shirt covered with a black knitted jumper, nudged her hip with his, trying to get her to relax. She cocked her eyebrow at him disapproval until she eyed Abby out of the corner of her eye. With great enthusiasm, she waved at her and bounded towards the train.

Hardison, his attention all on Parker, had missed the teen hanging out of the doorway and was frazzled for a few moments as his counterpart disappeared. His head whipped around a few times trying to spot the thief then, upon spotting both Parker and Abby, he began to briskly walk towards the pair.

Abby, dragging her luggage behind her, had now jumped down from the carriage and been swept up in an almost painful bear hug by the thief.

"We are gonna have soooo much fun!" Parker exclaimed, wrapping her arm around Abby's shoulder and dragging her away, leaving the teen's bag behind. Abby smiled at Hardison as she was marched out of the building. The hacker smiled back a toothy grin and picked up Abby's bags, following happily.

"That sounds… scary," Abby noted. She hadn't yet figured out if Parker's plans were crazier if she was vague or elaborative about them, so she glanced to Hardison for reassurance.

"Yeah, she's got all kinda crazy things thought up," Hardison laughed as they walked out of the main entrance. They looked out over the canal and as the frigid air made them all, almost in unison, button their coats up one inch tighter to stay the cold. "I've managed to minimise their craziness as much as I can." Abby laughed knowing that nothing could stop Parker and her crazy impulses. "So how was the trip?" Hardison asked politely, slightly out of breath from lugging the overly packed bags.

"It's been really good so far," she replied, giving an honest smile. Leaning forward, she grabbed the satchel from Hardison's shoulder, relieving some of his strain and leaving him with just the one suitcase.

Several silent blocks later, they arrived at the apartment. The third floor walk-up was quaint with two small bedrooms sitting adjacent to a traditionally Italian living room and kitchen. Beside the living room a double glass door shielded by heavy mauve curtains led to a patio which overlooked one of the canals. It was picturesque and despite the cold, beautiful.

"I'll take the couch," the teen declared after she had explored the apartment and soaked in the view. She flung her satchel onto the sofa and plonked herself down with a zero elegance and let her shoulder sink into the cushion.

"No, uh, ah, Parker and I are in that bedroom there," he pointed to the bedroom nearest the balcony. He looked sheepish but also strangely proud.

"Okay then," Abby replied, settling herself down deeper into the couch. "So, what did you have planned for the week?"

Parker walked over from the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in hand. The sugary flakes crunched in her mouth as she mumbled. "Werv clemer bleh smarks tever."

"I'm sorry, what now?" Hardison asked, his eyes widening in slight amusement.

The thief swallowed the cereal with a large gulp. "We're going to climb the St. Marks Tower," she repeated. Both Abby and Hardison exchanged glances.

"And then?" Abby asked, raising her brow, hoping what came next out of the thief's mouth wasn't something as equally crazy.

"Go steal something from the museum maybe," she shrugged, shovelling another spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

"Or," Hardison jumped in, "or we could go get a nice dinner in the piazza and listen to the musicians, that would also be fun."

Parker stopped in her place as milk dripped out of the corners of her mouth. She did not like what Hardison had suggested and blinked at him incessantly.

"Parker, we're the good guys, we can't just do rob a museum," he reminded her and she swallowed the cereal as she frowned.

"Fine," she relented. "But if we can't steal anything can we at least climb the church?"

"Heck yeah," Abby agreed enthusiastically. "I mean, that sounds like something I'd be okay with," she corrected, calming her voice.

"Well we have three days to kill, why don't we grab something to eat and then we can talk about all y'all crazy plans." He flicked his eyes at both of them in turn as they smiled at each other mischievously. "You know, it is freakin' scary that I have to be responsible one here," he added. All that did was make them smile more.