This story is basically the first episode of TNT's "Leverage" cast with Gosho Aoyama's five Teenage Geniuses: Hakuba Saguru, Shinichi Kudo, Hattori Heiji, Kaito Kuroba, and Shiho Miyano. A lot of the situation and dialogue has been taken straight from Leverage's pilot episode: The Nigerian Job, but I have added and changed things around to better suit the characters, so that this isn't a complete rip off, especially since Shiho Miyano is very different from Alec Harrdison and Heiji Hattori isn't like Eliot Spencer either. So a lot of Harrdison and Eliot's lines, and some of Parker's have been flipped and traded around and between Heiji, Shiho and Kaito because they didn't quite fit the DCMK character I cast in their role for this fic. There are also a number of Easter eggs scattered throughout. See if you can spot them all. ;) Enjoy!

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Part 1: Meet the Team

LOCATION: The Blue Parrot Bar

Saguru Hakuba was seated in a booth in the far back corner at a local bar in Ekoda Prefecture, Tokyo. He was in Japan having a rough week visiting old work buddies of his who wanted to do nothing but nag on him about his problems. If he had wanted to receive lectures on alcoholism, he would have stayed in London with his ex-wife. Everyone believed that he had a drinking problem. His so-called friends in Japan hadn't been any different from those he had in Europe. He was drowning himself in booze, they all said, instead of properly grieving. Well, fuck them. Saguru was doing just fine. This time tomorrow he'd be on a flight halfway to Los Angeles. Maybe the warmer climate and a country where nobody knew him would help. He could go on a road trip across America to New York, see the sights, pick up the odd job or two or something.

He was on his fourth shot of Irish whiskey when a man in a suit approached with a briefcase. The man took the bench opposite him and began to ramble nervously.

"I'm sorry, Hakuba-san, I know who you are. I've, uh, excuse me. I'm an acquaintance of your friend, Momoi-san. We've had some business dealings together in the past through our respective companies and she said that I could probably find you here. I've heard and read all about you. I know, for example, that-that when you found that stolen Degas painting in Paris you probably saved your Insurance Company, what? 20-25 million US dollars? Then there was that identity theft thing and you saved your insurance company I don't even know how many millions of dollars but I just know that when you needed them… What happened to your family-"

Saguru had heard enough of the man's rambling. He slammed his shot-glass of whiskey down on the table, spilling some of the amber liquid.

"You know that part of the conversation where I punch you in the neck nine or ten times? We're coming up on that pretty quick," his said with a glare.

"I just want to offer you a job," the man said weakly.

Saguru leaned back in his seat and examined the man in front of him. He looked like the stereotypical Japanese businessman; nice suit, shortly cropped black hair, small dark-brown eyes that looked black in the dim lighting of the bar, and no remarkable features. He was someone you wouldn't look twice at if you passed him in the street. He was fidgeting in his seat, however, with sweat beading on his brow.

"…What do you have?" Saguru sighed, gesturing for the man to continue. It couldn't hurt to hear what he had to offer, especially if Keiko Momoi had sent him.

"Do you know anything about the videogame industry?"

"I know a bit about the business. Why?"

"Somebody stole my new game console designs."

"And you, what? Want me to find them for you?"

"No. I know where they are," the man scowled. "What I want is for you to steal them back."

"Excuse me?" Saguru said, reeling back in surprise.

"Please, just-just hear me out, Hakuba-san. Please. I have been working on this project for the last five years and-and now they're gone and Niindento is presenting a new project of the same design."

"Ok," Saguru sighed, holding up a hand to stop the man's babbling. "Go back to the beginning. Your name would be a good start."

"Apologies!" the man cried, bowing his head. "My name is Takahashi Toubi. I'm head of the gaming technologies division at Microtech's Tokyo offices. My programmers and I have been working on a new gaming console for release this fall, but in the past week all of our plans, all of the designs were wiped from the drives. All that work – Poof! Gone! Missing, along with one of my head programmers."

"You're sure that it was someone from Niindento that stole your designs?" Saguru asked, tapping the side of his glass in contemplation. It sounded a little far-fetched. Niindento was the world's most profitable and successful gaming company in the world. Why would they need to steal software and designs from Microtech?

"Look," Takahashi sighed, "One of my head programmers goes missing and with him all of my project's files, and then one week later Niindento announces an identical project? Come on. Why would I lie about this?"

The man looked like he was about to start crying he looked so desperate.

"I don't know," Saguru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Stealing the designs back… It seems like a stupid risk. There are other ways…"

"Listen! Listen to me. At the end of this month I have a shareholder's meeting, Hakuba-san. I've spent, already, five years, 100 million yen on R&D. If I go to that meeting with nothing to show for it? Then I. Am. Dead." Takahashi put his briefcase on the table and opened it, taking out a folder and handed it to Saguru. "I'm serious. Look! Look at the people I've already hired. Do you recognize any of these names?"

"I do," Saguru admitted as he examined the three profiles inside the folder. "I've chased all of them at one time or anoth- …Kid. You have the Kaitou Kid?"

"Is there somebody better?" Takahashi asked.

"No, but the Kid is insane." Saguru looked up in disbelief at the businessman.

"Which is why I need you," Takahashi insisted.

Saguru chuckled, shaking his head. "No. I'm not a thief."

"Thieves, I got," Takahashi sighed, looking Saguru dead in the eye. "What I need is one honest man to watch them. Are you in?"

Saguru was silent, looking down at the photos and profile information, contemplating the job. He could see Takahashi's dilemma and he felt for the guy. He really did. But something was still niggling at him. Something was off about this whole thing and these three notorious thieves were part of it.

"It's not going to work," he said after a while. "These people you've hired, they all have the same reputation. They work alone. They've always worked alone. There have been no exceptions. There's no way they're going to work together for you."

"No, they will," Takahashi insisted. "They will. For ¥3,000,000 each, they will. And for you, for running it, it's double that. And-and it's off the books – completely off the books. Look at me. I'm desperate here. And that's just the salary. There is a bonus. Niindento is insured by a branch of U.N.I.S – your old bosses. It's a ¥5,000,000,000 Intellectual-Property-Rights policy. Hakuba-san, how badly do you want to screw the insurance company that let your daughter die?"

Saguru's expression shut down, eyes narrowing, as he took a sip from his whiskey through pursed lips. It was tempting.

Two Nights Later

LOCATION: Outside across the street from Niindento HQ

Saguru stood underneath the Tokyo Transit bus stop cover structure, waiting, decked out in a black turtleneck sweater, long coat and slacks. He checked his pocket watch – an heirloom from his grandfather. It was nearly time. The rest of his… team… would be there soon.

A minute later a pedestrian in black jeans and a hoodie joined him under the structure. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and the hood hid his face. The man went over and stood opposite Saguru, leaning against a support post. One.

Three minutes later a bus pulled up and a few of passengers got off, most heading towards the parking garage down the block, but one – a woman – wearing black sweat pants, tank-top, and one of those clinging workout jackets remained behind, occupied with her phone and shouldering a duffel bag looking like she's just spent an afternoon at a gym. Two.

Two minutes later another woman showed up with a large suitcase in tow. She was wearing all black as well: slacks, blouse, and an unzipped windbreaker with its hood pulled over her head. Three.

At a quarter-till, their watches beeped and the thieves all looked/glanced at Saguru in unison. He regarded them each with a level gaze and then nodded. The hoodie guy approached the woman with the suitcase and offered to carry it for her, his voice deep with a hint of an Osakan Accent. The woman beamed, thanking him as he hefted her suitcase as if it was a light school bag and they crossed the street together. The other woman was still looking down at her phone, but followed the other two at a distance. Saguru waited another minute before heading in the opposite direction and inside the office building across the street from Niindento HQ that was currently undergoing some serious renovation work.

Once he got to the right floor he found an office that gave him a perfect vantage point of the front of Niindento HQ. He opened his bags and began to set up shop. He pulled out his laptops, hooked up a projector and projected the blueprints for the Niindento building on a wall, and ran through the plan in his head one more time. It was too late to turn back now. He was committed. Taking a deep breath he put on his headset.

"Okay, clear comms."

Across the street on Niindento HQ's Rooftop the woman in the workout attire was examining the headset she'd been issued for the job.

"Are you kidding me?" she scoffed. "Where'd you get this equipment? The 90's? I've got something much nicer."

"No surprises now," Saguru said with a sigh.

The woman rolled her eyes. Her name was Shiho Miyano, and was wanted for internet and computer fraud. If you wanted the best hacker in the business, she was the woman to go to.

"I've been doing this since high school, Tantei-san. Headsets like this are a joke to me. I've got some real hardware."

She pulled out a case with ear buds inside, handing it to the guy in the hoodie. "These are bone-conduction earpiece mics. They work off the vibrations in your jaw. You can hear everything."

"Sweet," the man grinned, sliding one into his ear. "Pretty and smart."

Shiho narrowed her eyes at him. "Too bad I can't say the same for you. I don't even know what you do."

The man glared. His name was Heiji Hattori and he had a pretty diverse resume, having done everything from hit man to bodyguard. These days though, he had a reputation for being a skilled retrieval specialist.

The third and final member of their little party had been busy unloading the rig and scaling equipment from her suitcase. She flipped, hanging upside-down from the scaffolding between Shiho and Heiji.

"Can I have one?" She asked.

"You can have tha whole box," Hattori grinned, holding the case up so that she could take a mic for herself.

"You do know that she's a he, right?" Shiho asked.

Heiji blinked in surprise, head snapping up to take a better look at the lithe figure humming happily to her…him…them-self.

"…Are ya sure?" Heiji asked warily.

"I suppose you'll just have to figure it out for yourself," Shiho shrugged. "That's the Kaitou Kid. No one knows for sure who the Kid really is."

The woman-who-was-actually-a-man ignored his companions, checking his rig and lines for any kinks. He was known at large as the Kaitou Kid, wanted to security circum… infiltration and alter… being a thief. And a damn good one too, with a fondness for jewels and gems and other sparkly and shiny things. And, like Shiho had said, no one knew who he really was. It was so much fun messing with everyone. It kept things interesting.

"Last time I used this rig was in Paris, five years ago," Kid sighed, stroking his gear lovingly.

"Are you talking about the Caravaggio? Did you steal that?" Saguru asked disapprovingly. Shiho had just finished synching her earpiece mics with the older headset tech that Saguru was using so that he could hear them.

The three thieves ignored the inquiry.

Saguru sighed back in the deserted office. Thieves. Why was he doing this again? Oh, right. For Takahashi and to get back at his old bosses. "Alright you guys, listen up. We're going to go on my count, not a second sooner. Kid, no freelancing."

"Relax," Shiho sighed. "We know what we're doing."

"And on the count of five!" Saguru continued as if she hadn't spoken. "Five, four-"

"Oh, he doesn't want to be our pal," Heiji snickered. "Ya see? This is what happens when ya get a straight guy ta do a crook's job."

"We're on the count," Saguru snapped. "In five, four, three-"

Kid rolled his eyes and ran for the edge of the rooftop.

"Kid's gone," Shiho reported.

"Son of a bitch," Saguru swore under his breath.

Kid dived off the roof, unable to resist a "Ya Hoo!" as he jumped, his feet leaving solid turf and the open air awaiting him.

Shiho and Heiji rushed over to the edge, watching as Kid fell. Saguru followed Kid's decent from his vantage point with a pair of binoculars.

"That idiot. If he blows this job, I'll kill him," Shiho scowled. "This is precisely why I work alone."

Kid had stopped now, and was hanging upside down peering into the window in front of him at the target floor.

"Vibration detectors are on," Kid reported.

"No cutting, Kid, use the binary," Saguru told him.

Kid snorted. No duh. He wasn't an amateur. But he'd let Tantei-san spout his orders. Whether or not Kid chose to follow them was a different matter. He pulled out a tube of gel, squeezing out a line of it in a circle, watching it eat through the glass. When he was finished, he slipped the tub back into the gadget holster he was wearing and pulled out a suction cup, sealed it to the circle of glass, and pulled it away. Not really knowing what to do with it now that it was out, Kid shrugged and carelessly tossed it aside, letting it drop to the ground. Now he had an entrance. With a wild grin, Kid reached into the hole he'd just made in the window and climbed in without touch the glass and setting off their vibration detectors, hitting a switch that released his repelling line. Using his forward momentum Kid flipped off the desk he'd been using as an anchor to enter the room with the flourish of an Olympic gymnast. He even faced the window and bowed to his audience.

In the building across the street Saguru rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he watched the thief's shenanigans.

Back up on the roof, Shiho and Heiji had grabbed their supplies and opened a hatch, entering the building and an elevator shaft, standing on top of a locked down elevator and waited for Kid. While they were doing that Kid had found the electrical room and hooked a few mini-screens into the system and crossed a few wires.

Heiji was getting impatient.

"You know, Kid, anytime you wanna- Whoa!"

The elevator gave a jolt and began to descend rapidly beneath them. Shiho had barely filched. She'd been waiting for it, and smirked when her companion was caught off guard. Heiji, meanwhile, was swearing under his breath.

"They're on their way," Kid chirped, watching the elevator's progress on a monitor.

"What are you getting with security?" Saguru asked. "Do you see security?"

Kid smirked, tapping a few more keys and eyed the screen monitoring the security room. "They don't see a thing." When the elevator Shiho and Heiji were riding on arrived at the right floor, Kid hit a few keys on the mini console. "Doors are open."

"All right guys," Saguru sighed. "It's show time. Here we go."

Heiji and Shiho dropped down into the elevator compartment and headed quickly out of the open doors. When they reached the server room, Shiho whipped out a device that had a keycard attached to the end of it with a thick line of wires. She fed the card into the card slot in the door to the server room and ran the device, waiting for it to spit out the key code and unlock the door.

"A ten digit password. Not bad," she mused, watching the numbers tick and flash on her device.

Back in the building across from the heist site, Saguru narrowed his eyes while he watched the security room feed that Kid had hacked into from the electrical room. "Kid, do you have any chatter on their frequencies?" he asked.

"No." Kid frowned. "Why?"

Saguru checked the records in front of him. "There are eight listed on the duty roster, but there are only four guards at the post."

"I can't even tell how many guys are in the room. How can you tell who's who?"

"Haircuts, Kid. Count the haircuts."

"…I would have missed that," Kid scowled, trying to find their wayward guards on the other monitors.

"What?"

"Nothing~!" Kid chirped.

"Problem?" Heiji asked, having been listening to the chatter over the comm. line.

"Maybe," Saguru admitted. "Kid, run the cameras."

"What do you think I'm doing?" Kid grumbled under his breath. Stupid. He'd made such an idiotic amateur mistake. Kudos to Hakuba for catching that, though. The former investigator wasn't so bad after all. "Got 'em! Wait, they're doing their walk-through and hour early. Why the fuck are they patrolling an hour early?!"

"Because it's the playoffs," Saguru informed them with a sigh.

Kid squinted, zooming in on a screen in the security room airing a football game, and cursed.

"Yeah, it's the last game in the playoffs tonight, so they're doing their rounds an hour early so they can watch the playoffs. Where are they, Kid?"

"They're at the stairwell," Kid reported, worry creeping into his tone. He watched helplessly as the guards arrived on the floor where Heiji and Shiho were trying to break into the server room and noticed the open elevator doors. The guards pulled out their firearms and started hurrying down the hall.

"Okay, guys here's what we are going to do. Kid, have to squelch them," Saguru said.

"On it!" Kid hit a few keys on his laptop and sent a high pitched sound that jammed and interfered with the guard's comm. frequencies, sighing in relief when the guards on screen jerked their devices away from their ears, stowing them away, while the remaining guards in the surveillance room turned down their "malfunctioning" radio and remained unaware of the situation.

"Hattori, what I want you to do is clear the zone and use Miyano-san as bait," Saguru ordered.

"Got it," Heiji smirked, taking off his jacket and rolled his shoulders in anticipation, strolling away.

"Excuse me?!" Shiho shrieked, glaring at Heiji's retreating back. "I am not going to be used as bait." She glared at the device in her hands, willing it to finish decoding the remaining five digits.

"Miyano-chan, they're almost there," Kid reported, watching as the guards approached the final corner that would bring the hacker into their sights.

"Come on," Shiho hissed. "Come on, come on, come on… You know what? Forget it. Fuck you guys." She let the device hang from the door and turned to leave, but found herself staring down the four patrolling security guards and their guns which were drawn and pointed right at her.

"Hold it right there. Hands up and drop the bag!" a guard ordered.

With a sigh Shiho raised her hands up over her head, raising an eyebrow as Heiji nonchalantly walked up behind the four guards. She dropped her bag and in the short time it took for the bag to drop to the floor, Heiji had managed to disarm and knock out all four security guards, taking them by surprise.

With a satisfied smirk Heiji emptied the clip of a gun he'd confiscated from one of the guards and tossed it over his shoulder. "That's what I do," he told her smugly.

Shiho raised her other eyebrow, impressed, turning back around to the door to the server room when she heard the sound of the lock clicking open. Typical. Now her device had managed to hack the key-code.

"Guys, you have to talk to me, okay? Because I don't know what's going on," Saguru sighed after things had been quiet for a while, and quiet made him nervous since he didn't have eyes on the situation except for whatever security feed Kid was sending him. He was pacing a bit, just wanting this job to be over with.

Heiji had just finished tying up the unconscious security guards when Shiho finished her work on the main server's terminal.

"Cool your jets, Tantei-san," she said, removing her USB cord link from the terminal. "Everything's fine. I just finished stripping the drives. I have all of the designs and all the backups. We're leaving this place bare."

"Good. Now drop the spike," Saguru ordered.

Shiho smiled with satisfaction as she left the server room with Heiji, the system's lights flashing and going out as they retreated.

"Did you give them a virus?" Heiji asked.

"Oh, I gave them more than one virus," she told him with an evil glint in her eye.

"Guys, we have a problem," Kid reported, scowling at his monitors. "Those guards Hattori ganked? They reset all of the alarms on the roof and all the floors above us. We can't go up."

"Shit," Heiji groaned. "Every man for himself, then."

"Oh sure, go ahead," Shiho sneered after him. "I'm the one with the merchandise."

"Yeah? Well I'm the one with an exit!" Kid snapped.

"And I'm the one with a plan," Saguru said sternly, voice the very essence of one in command and one that demanded he be listened to. "Now I know you children don't play well with others, but I need you to hold it together for exactly seven more minutes. Now get to the elevator and head down. We're going to the Burn Scam. Kid, I assume you have the necessary equipment?"

"Of course!" Kid trilled, cackling gleefully as he left the electric room to rejoin the other two.

Heiji and Shiho traded a worried glance before nodding and reentered the elevator, backs to each other as they quickly changed their attire from their blackout clothes to the business suits in their packs. They were professionals. They always had back up wear in case they needed it in events such as this.

"So we're going to Plan B?" Heiji muttered as he began buttoning up his dress shirt.

"Technically that would be Plan G." Saguru quipped, putting away the last of his equipment in the empty under-renovation office.

The elevator doors opened again a few more floors down and Kid hurried in. The thief was already partially dressed as another woman.

"And just how many plans do we have? Is there a Plan M?" Heiji asked.

"Yeah," Saguru huffed, making his way out of the building and to his car. "Hattori-san dies in Plan M."

"I like Plan M," Shiho smiled, ignoring the glare Heiji shot her from over his shoulder.

Kid only snickered. Yeah, Hakuba wasn't too bad after all. While Heiji and Shiho bickered, Kid looked at himself – or, rather, herself – in the elevator's mirror as he applied the burn make-up. When that was done she quickly pulled out a leg brace and a cane. When the elevator ding-ed, announcing their arrival on the main floor, Kid took in a deep breath and fell into character, Heiji coming up to her side and aiding her out into the lobby. Shiho followed them, looking very smart and professional in her dress-suit.

Kid wanted to laugh at the confused guard's expression, hand hovering at his waist and pulling his suit jacket forward to cover the firearm concealed there. He stared, dumbfounded, watching them as they moved towards the exit. Guy looked so young he was probably fresh out of school.

"Nice," Shiho snapped, placing a hand on Kid's back. "Why don't you stare a little more?"

"Sorry!" the poor guard squeaked as he was subjected to Shiho's glare.

"You have to be kidding me!" Shiho said.

"No, Satsuki-san, it's okay," Kid whimpered, shuffling forward.

"No, it's not," Heiji disagreed with a scowl, gingerly helping Kid along.

"Sorry, sorry," cried the guard as he hurried up to them.

Kid suppressed a laugh, masking it as a sob. "I understand."

Outside, Saguru pulled up in his car up to the curb and waited, shaking his head as he watched the three thieves through the glass doors.

"I'm sorry," the guard kept saying.

"Get the door, come on!" Shiho ordered, and the guard was only too happy to oblige, still muttering apologies as they left the building.

As soon as they were near the car and far enough away from the retreating guard Kid dropped the act, straightening, and tossed the cane to Heiji who caught it and shuffled in after her…him…Kid into the backseat while Shiho claimed shotgun. As soon as they were all in Saguru pulled away from the curb and drove them far away from Niindento HQ.

At a park on the other side of Tokyo, they all stood around Shiho while she worked on a laptop.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Kid pouted. "It's only taking all night. Come on!"

"Oh, stuff it," Shiho scowled. "I have a couple of Wi-Fi networks with some shitty bandwidth." A couple minutes later her features smoothed out and she gave a satisfied nod. "There. The designs are sent."

"All right," Saguru nodded, relieved. "The money will be in all of your accounts later today.

"Sweet," Heiji grinned. "Hey, did anybody else notice how kick-ass we all were last night?"

"Yeah, well, one show only," Shiho said stiffly. "I don't do encores."

"I already forgot your names," Kid yawned, but then paused and grinned over at Saguru. "It was kind of cool, though, being on the same side."

"No," Saguru said, "we are not on the same side. I am not a thief."

"You are now," Kid grinned. "Come on, Hakuba, tell the truth. Didn't you have a little bit of fun playing the Black King instead of the White Knight, just this once?"

Saguru frowned at Kid before shaking his head (in denial most would say) and left without a backwards glance. The other three traded amused looks before leaving as well. The job was finished.