A/N: I really hate myself for this, but since I've recently re-watched all Angel episodes Lindsey was in and all the dynamic between Angel and Lindsey wouldn't leave me alone, so this story was born *sighs* It's also my first attempt at an Angel story, so I really hope it's not too bad *smiles hopefully* Comments would be most appreciated *puppy dog eyes*

There will also be a lot of flashbacks in this story, but they will always be marked so that you don't get confused *smiles* The title will maybe change too, but I'm not sure yet *smiles sheepishly*

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And just so you're not confused about the storyline and the time line, here's a little explanation and I hope this helps:

It's a Leverage/Angel crossover and Lindsey and Eliot are the same person. Lindsey left LA after Dead End and never came back, becoming Eliot Spencer in the process. This is also the point where the Angel Universe goes AU. There was never a big apocalypse and the Angel crew didn't take over Wolfram and Hart. They're still Angel Investigation and Wolfram and Hart is still full of evil lawyers and Angel's crew still tries to take down the firm.

As far as Leverage goes, well it is set somewhere in the middle of season two, so if you go by the release dates of both series, it has been about eight years since Lindsey left LA and became Eliot Spencer. The Leverage universe isn't changed until now and they don't know that vampires exist, since even Hardison hasn't been able to find Eliot's former alias Lindsey McDonald. *g* Well, and now Eliot's past and present meet *g*

I hope that helped clear things up a little, if you still are unsure about something, just ask in the review or per PM and I'll answer your questions, well the ones that won't spoil the story *g*

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Now have fun reading the story and please keep in mind that English isn't my native language, so I hope there won't be too many mistakes...

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Warnings: This is sort of an AU and it has SLASH (Nate/Eliot as a current pairing and a love triangle with Angel) just so you're warned

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Summary: The Leverage crew takes on a case in LA and before Eliot knows it, his past and his present clash, not without consequences of course and Eliot suddenly must decide if he wants to stay with his Nate or if he wants to be with Angel, someone he loved for a long time, but thought he'd never have...

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Disclaimer: None of the Leverage and Angel characters belong to me, I just borrowed them for this little story and I intend to give them back sometime... this is just for fun and not for money...

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The LA Song Job

Chapter 1

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"I hate LA."

Eliot Spencer had said that sentence so often in the last four days that the team hadn't really listened to them anymore. But now, when they heard the obvious grunts of fighting over their earbuds and saw him fighting ,the thugs that had come at him, on the small screen in Lucille, Hardison's van, they realized that he had been serious from the very beginning and that he really hated this city, because he was fighting with a viciousness they had seldom seen from him.

"Eliot, are you going to be okay on your own?" Nathan Ford questioned worriedly and his eyes never left the younger man.

"Yeah, I'll be okay, but stop watching this," Eliot's voice came over the com again and it had an edge to it that Nate had never heard in the Hitter's voice and Nate was pretty sure that it hadn't been there, because Eliot had taken down one of the thugs while he had spoken.

"Turn off the video, Hardison," he commanded without hesitation, ignoring the protest he saw on Sophie's and Hardison's face.

Parker's look was more a disappointed one since she loved to see Eliot fight.

"It's turned off, man, but please let us know if you need our help," Hardison told their Hitter, before Nate could say something.

"I'll take out the earbud too, so don't worry too much," Eliot then was heard, his breathing heavy.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Eliot," Sophie tried, but Eliot didn't answer them anymore.

"Shit," Hardison cursed, after his fingers had hovered over the button to turn the video signal back on while Parker was about to open the door to go and see what was going on.

Nate quickly reached out with his hand to stop her and said in his stern "dad" voice: "Don't go in there, Parker. You'll only distract Eliot from the fight."

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Sure, Nate was worried too, worried as hell, but he also had the feeling that Eliot had a good reason for taking out his earbud and he knew that Eliot could take on most of his enemies without too much trouble.

But he made the mental note to tell Hardison to turn the monitor back on if they hadn't heard from Eliot in five minutes and to send Parker in, because out of the team she would be the one most able to help the Hitter if it was necessary. The whole team hated waiting in the van, but if they went into the office building of their mark now, they would destroy the whole con and they didn't have the piece of jewelery their client wanted back so much yet.

Nate sighed and his hands were clenched so tight, that his nails dug painfully into his skin. He had the uttermost faith in the retrieval specialist, but still, he had the right to worry when his lover was in distress. Their relationship was still new and both were figuring things out, keeping it a secret from the team, but that didn't make things easier. And the feeling in his gut that something bad was going to happen, didn't help things.

/Please be okay, El/ Nate thought, swallowing harshly, hoping that Eliot would make it out in one piece, because something about this job had been off from the very beginning, something else than Eliot's "I hate LA" mantra...

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Eliot had barely time to duck out of the way while he took out his earbud. One of the goons that had attacked him as soon as he had entered the building, swung at him. The Hitter blocked the hand and threw the man against the wall, but he didn't stay down very long, his face twisted in rage, a pair of fangs showing. That was the reason he had wanted the team to turn off the video feed and he had taken out the earbud. They really didn't need to see Eliot fight like this and they sure as hell didn't need to see him fighting vampires.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath. Eliot couldn't believe he had been attacked by fucking vampires. He hadn't encountered one in the past eight years... ever since he had left LA and his old life behind. It was just his luck that he had ran straight into vampires when they were starting their newest con.

Eliot had been sent into the firm first, his cover story was to test the security personal and then Nate and Sophie would come in as future investors, who had sent Eliot. And it had sounded like a decent plan and should have been easy enough, no matter that their mark was rumored to have the best security men in the whole state.

Eliot now knew why... and if he hadn't had experience at who he was dealing with, he'd probably be dead or at least captured already.

"Fucking vampires," he cursed, his eyes scanning the area for a weapon that would actually work against them. Sure, Eliot could hold his own against them for quite a while, probably longer than most humans that weren't slayers could, but he knew that sooner or later he would tire out where they wouldn't. So he needed a weapon, preferable a wooden stake, but he probably wouldn't find one. His eyes fell on a chair that stood beside a pot plant in the otherwise empty hallway they were fighting in. He ducked another swipe from one of the vampires and rolled to the side, grabbing the chair while he did so, using it to block the next strike from the second vampire, which splintered the legs, just as Eliot had planned.

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Now he had a useful weapon, all he needed to do now was getting close enough to them to actually use it. The broken rib he had sustained and the probably sprained ankle didn't exactly help. He ducked another blow and threw aside the broken chair, only keeping the leg that he wanted to use as a stake and thrusting it forward, effectively ramming it into the chest of one of the vampires. The undead turned to dust.

Eliot allowed a small smile to tug at his lips and he was relieved that his team hadn't seen this.

He didn't even want to imagine how they'd react to a man just turning to dust without warning and without any reasonable explanation. It would be hard enough to explain this to them later anyway without them asking distracting questions over the earbud about what was going. Eliot had never told them about his past, not even Nate and originally he had intended to keep it that way. But he feared that this wouldn't work anymore. He couldn't let his team, his family, into this without all the information they needed.

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His slight slip of his mind to his team had slowed him down enough that one of the vampires got too close and Eliot found himself flung against the wall. The Hitter groaned, a searing pain in his right shoulder and in his cracked rib. He was pretty sure that the shoulder was now dislocated. He tried to change the makeshift-stake into his other hand, but the vampire reacted quicker and grabbed Eliot's injured arm, pulling it upwards, making Eliot scream in pain. The vampire wrenched the wooden stake out of Eliot's hand and threw it aside. The next thing Eliot felt was a burning pain in his neck when the vampire sank his fangs into his neck.

Eliot tried to push the man away, but with the handicap of a dislocated shoulder, he was no match for the supernatural being and he quickly felt his strength leave him, cursing himself for not just running as soon as he had realized they were vampires.

Suddenly and with another bout of pain for Eliot, the vampire was yanked away from him and before he could react he was turned to dust, followed by the third and last vampire.

Eliot's vision was hazy and he didn't really realize what was going on, all he saw was a broad-shouldered man in a black leather coat, who had his back turned to him. Something was vaguely familiar about that guy, but only when the man turned around and faced him, probably to ask if Eliot was okay and to help him get out of here, Eliot's eyes widened in recognition.

And the last thing he heard before he blacked out from the pain and the blood loss from where the vampire had fed from him, was a surprised, deep, husky voice full of surprise.

"Lindsey?"

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"Well, so far so good. Just as Wesley has said"

Angel, the vampire with a soul, walked through the corridors of Ryder Enterprises and nobody really paid attention to him. So the little spell Wesley and Fred had put over him really worked and he was just a face in the crowd. So all he had to do was walk into Logan Ryder's office, knock the man out, open the safe and get the necklace before the unsuspecting businessman unleashed a horde of demons over the city by accident. Suddenly Angel heard a scream and his senses were on high alert. When he rounded the next corner, Angel suddenly realized that Logan Ryder probably wasn't as unsuspecting of the necklace's power than they had thought, because there was fight going on, two vampires against one human and normal businessmen didn't employ vampires as security, and their uniforms identified them as Ryder's security men. Angel had no idea who the man was, because he really couldn't see much, since the two vampires were blocking his view, and he also had no idea why the security men were attacking him, but Angel wasn't about to let a human get killed in front of him without doing anything.

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So the vampire charged forward, pulling out a wooden stake as he ran and yanked the vampire away from the human, stopping him from drinking too much blood and killing the poor guy. With a practiced move he dusted the vampire and the last vampire, who charged him, really didn't pose too much of a problem either and was dusted only seconds later.

Angel hadn't even broken a sweat and with a satisfied grin he turned around to see how bad off the guy the vampires had attacked really was. He was about to say something, when suddenly speech seemed to totally elude him when he took in the features... the familiar features he hadn't seen in years... he was staring directly into the face that he could never forget...

"Lindsey," he whispered, seeing in the other man's eyes that he had recognized Angel too and the vampire was about to ask about a million questions, but Lindsey suddenly closed his eyes and slumped to the side, having lost consciousness.

"Damn," Angel cursed when he realized how badly Lindsey seemed to be injured. And without thinking too much about it, he gently picked the younger man up and cradled him against his chest, quickly sprinting down the corridor the way he had come and out the backdoor. He didn't even think about the necklace right now, well, okay, he did think of it, but he didn't think that one day more or less would make a difference since the necklace would only have its full power in three days when certain stars were in the right constellation.

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Angel left the building and hurried to his car, glad that the streetlights didn't offer much light in the darkness of the night, so that he wouldn't be spotted immediately. Angel gently laid Lindsey on the backseat, wondering what the former lawyer had gotten into this time. He would take him back to Angel Investigation where Fred would take care of him. And then he would ask Lindsey a few questions, especially why he was back in LA and what he was doing at Ryder Enterprises and after that maybe he could ask Lindsey a few more personal questions, especially what he had done with his life in the past eight years...

Angel shook his head while he slid behind the wheel of his car and started it, driving away from Ryder Enterprises and past a black van where four people were anxiously waiting for a word from Eliot Spencer...

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to be continued, if you're interested *hopeful smile*

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So, how bad was it? Comments for this would, as I said before, be most appreciated *puppy dog eyes*

And if you haven't, please read the A/N at the beginning, which explains a little about the storyline of this AU...