Bleed Black and Gold

Rating: T

I own nothing except for Layla. I apologise to all the Ravens fans.

They had done a job in Baltimore that had ended on Friday. Nate had agreed to let them keep the hotel rooms the rest of the weekend and fly back on Monday. It was his only regret when he walked into living room of the suite they were sharing to find a Mexican stand off.

"You are not going out wearing that." Eliot growled out.

Nate knew he was talking to Layla even though he had yet to see the brunet car thief. They had, all Nate could describe it as was a heated relationship. One moment they'd be yelling at each other the next you couldn't pry them apart. It seemed to work for them though.

"What's going on?" Nate asked Parker and Hardison, who were waiting calmly by the door.

"We're going to the sports bar around the corner." Parker informed him.

"Games on in….TWENTY MINUETS." Hardison yelled the last bit toward the bickering couple.

"So why's Eliot being…Eliot?"

"Well…" Hardison looked at Nate with a grin.

"Oh I am so wearing this." Layla's voice rang in the suite.

"Eliot doesn't want to get into a fight at the bar." Parker informed the mastermind.

"Why would…oh." Was all Nate could say as Layla pushed past the hitter.

Layla was from Pittsburgh. The Ravens were playing The Steelers in Pittsburgh in twenty minuets. The brunet car thief was wearing a black Steelers jersey sporting number forty-three.

"Fuck the Ravens." Layla muttered as she slid her coat on. She grabbed Parker, pulling her out the door as the blond thief giggled.

Eliot growled something and started to follow the girls and a laughing Hardison, nearly trampling Sophie over as she made it back to the suite.

"Trouble?" She asked Nate.

"Only if Baltimore looses." Nate replied.