I do not own Leverage, I cannot steal it without getting caught, I tried, I don't profit
A/N: I hope to add the rest of the crew, but until then I hope you enjoy this story of one of Parker's earliest scams.
A/N#2: I swear to Dog I'm not usually THIS sloppy. I am very sorry, and EXTREMELY embarrassed.

The Charm Job

The slim figure jumped across from fence to fence. Her sneakers barely touching each wooden post as she leaped her way to her destination. The sun had set, the street lights were flickering, this was her last chance. Only two yards left!
She sped up as the sound of more buzzing lights met her ears, she had to make this drop in time. She shot between a low hanging tree branch and a block wall, loosing a hair ribbon in the process. Her blond hair now flew about behind her as she hit the pavement past the last house. She looked right, left, then right again, before sprinting to the opposite sidewalk.
The orange glow of the street lamps was menacing, and her bag was libel to break at any moment. "Come on. Come on. Where are you?" She whispered glancing around. Screw it. She stuffed the sack under her sweater and scurried home. This drop could be completed on another day.

"You're late." Parker's daddy-for-the-day informed her, though a mouth of mashed potatoes.
"'Posed to be home 'fore the street--" her younger foster brother stopped to belch, "--Lights come on."
"Shut up." Parker snapped, quick and clean.
"Parker," Her foster mom warned, "You be nice to... To..." She trailed off a bit, thinking(not an easy task), and set down a dish of corn on the cob. Finally she gave up. "Be nice to yer siblin's"
Parker rolled her eyes and went to take a seat at the table of ten. She was stopped abruptly when Hank, her foster dad, said "Whatcha got un'er that shirt girl?"
She froze. What to say? What to say? Even at twelve she knew not say: Oh, just some trinkets and gems I stole from an old guy's house 'cross town. The buyer didn't show.
"Oh, Hank," Mariam, foster mother, sighed, "Little thing's jus' put on some weight."
Whew, that was close. "In that case, " Hank laughed, "She don't need no more food t'nigh'."
Parker knew not to protest, there were more important things.

"Mr. Anderson?" Parker asked standing in front of the chem teacher's desk at lunch. "I have it."
He turned to see her, acting confused. Parker brought out the paper bag I'd carried the stuff in. He watched as she reached in and pulled out a charm bracelet, the main reason for her assignment. The links glinted gold before landing with a clank on top of the other pieces in the bag.
"I would like to be paid," She told him, still acting nice. "Now." Less nice.
"Miss, I can assure I have no idea wha--" He was cut off by the girl pulling out a tape recorder and pressing the play key.
The tape said:
Anderson: Parker, I hear you have a skill. Theft?
Parker: Why do you think that?
Andrsn: Because I need something done. Can you help?
Prkr: No, I don't help people. I work.
Andrsn: Then I have a job.
The tape continued as they negotiated price, date, merchandise. By the end of the two and a half minutes Anderson was pulling out his wallet and paying his amount in full. Parker counted the money with surprising speed, for a kid, and smiled. He looked over the goods.
She started to leave, then turned around. "Paul, may I call you Paul?" She wasn't really asking. "Wouldn't it be awful for this," she waved the cassette in the air, "Were to fall into the wrong hands? I mean conspiring to commit a crime and bribing a student? Looks pretty bad from where I stand."
His eyes got big. He looked at the tape, then the girl holding it. "You already got $600 for the jewels, What do you want for the tape?" He looked a tad bit panicked, she loved it.
"You wanna buy the whole tape?" Her lips curled up into a wicked grin. "Ten...Hundred. You keep your teaching license, your Job... You need more?"
He pulled out his check book and wrote it out. "This better be the only copy." He challenged
"This better not bounce." She challenged back. They nodded and she left.
As she walked out of the room she had to smile to herself: If his check bounced, at least she had the rest of his wallet, too.

So, Whadya think? If you wanna see another, who? I'm leaning to Sophie, and I may throw different ages in(twelve, fifteen, twenty-one, etc). I'm not sure , help me out? M