I am so so so so SO sorry about the long hiatus. My summer ended up much busier than expected. I also wrote like half of this and then got writers block and ended up rewriting a bunch. I am so sorry.

I also wanted to apologize because I just realized that I never changed the status from complete to in-progress. It was originally an one-shot but I ended up adding more(obviously). I am very sorry to the people who thought this was finished when it wasn't.

I promise to try to stick to one shots. Or to at least not post a story until I finish it.

I'm sorry.

This is the just a sort of after party/tying up loose ends. Let me know what you think!

an: i do not own leverage or librarians or anything at all.

The Bridgeport Brewpub stopped serving food at 9:30 pm every night. The doors were usually locked and the lights were out by 11 pm. Tonight the doors were locked but the lights weren't out.

To anyone who walked by it might look like a group had rented the dining area, to anyone who had been to the restaurant, it might look like the owners were having a small party. Nobody would guess that the group inside consisted of thieves and geniuses who had just pulled off a heist in one of the most heavily guarded buildings in New York, under the noses of not only top security but also of an evil organization bent on returning magic to the world.

Yeah, nobody was gonna guess all that. But there were two people who could guess some of it.

Nate and Sophie walked into the dining area after hearing the group of 7 come in rather noisily. They took one look at the group, at Eliot talking quietly with a red haired woman, at Parker and a young man with dark hair almost arguing, at Hardison talking to a blonde woman and a man who looked remarkably like Eliot. They saw the familiar excitement in Parker's eyes, the crash in Hardison's less animated gestures, the relief and slightly relaxed expression in Eliot's posture. They shared a look with one another, confirming what they had already observed. The group that had entered the Brewpub had just finished a job.

"Hardison, if you don't quit askin' my brother and Colonel Baird questions 'bout me, I'm gonna-"

"You ain't gonna do anything." Jake said with a laugh. "Come on man, not like I'm gonna tell 'em anything too embarrassing."

Eliot glared but he was smiling. "Just remember, I got just as many stories as you do, little brother."

"What's going on in here?" Nate questioned as he and Sophie walked into the dining room, surprised to see so many people.

"Nate! Sophie! Guess what guess wh-mmmm" Parker yelled as she ran over to the two elder members of the team, getting cut short as Eliot placed his hand over her mouth.

"What are you guys still doing here?" Eliot asked, trying to prevent Parker from telling Nate and Sophie about magic.

"We were just finishing a movie. Parker what were you saying?" Sophie replied, giving Eliot a look that clearly said she knew he was hiding something.

However, Parker knew she wasn't supposed to Nate and Sophie about magic, she had more important news to tell them.

"Eliot has a twin!" She shouted, bouncing up and down in her excitement.

"You know, you'd think she'd be over this by now." Jake muttered to Hardison as they made their way over to the other four.

"He's just like Eliot except he can't fight like Eliot or cook like Eliot or steal like Eliot and he smiles more and reads a bunch and knows about history and art and he doesn't growl when you poke him." Nate and Sophie listened closely as Parker described the twin they'd never heard of.

"So, he's almost nothing like Eliot? " Sophie said when Parker finally stopped for a breath.

"But they look alike! " she exclaimed. "Except the hair." She added as an afterthought.

Eliot rolled his eyes and introduced his brother.

"This is my brother, Jake, and his friends, Colonel Eve Baird, Ezekiel Jones, and miss Cassandra Cillian." He said, gesturing to each of them.

"Nice to meet you." Jake said, shaking hands with Nate and Sophie, his team following suit.

The large group had broken into smaller groups and these groups continued to grow and shrink and change for quite sometime.

"So, you've got a twin brother." Nate started as he passed a beer to Eliot who had been standing off to the side, watching two sides of his life collide in a way he never thought possible.

"Yeah, we keep in touch but I haven't seen him in almost six years."

Nate didn't ask, didn't need to ask. He knew that Eliot wouldn't put his brother in danger by visiting, wouldn't take his enemies to his brother's doorstep. He also knew it probably hurt Eliot more than he'd admit to not see his twin.

"Does he know what we do?" Nate asked, curious as to how much this more expressive version of his friend knew.

"Yeah, I don't keep much from him. We tell each other everything. Eventually."

Nate nodded and watched Jake laugh with Parker and Ezekiel. The man looked like his friend but that's where the similarities ended. Jake was more open, his face showed exactly what he was feeling. He was also a bit more clumsy and a lot more vocal than his twin. Nate was certain that even if they were to dress in matching outfits and wore their hair in the same style, the two brothers would still be easily identifiable.

"So then we put all the paintings back and they never knew that they'd never left the building." Parker finished explaining how they had stolen the two Davids to a captivated audience composed of Jake and Jones.

"But how'd you know this Sterling guy would go along with it?" Jones jumped in as soon as the story was over.

"So you don't still have the Michelangelo?" Stone interrupted, not sure if he was glad that the real statue was on display or disappointed he wouldn't get to hold it.

"Because Sterling is evil and selfish. And Nate said we had to put it back because we are the good guys now. But we still steal stuff sometimes. Like when I stole the Hope Diamond, but I put that back too. Ooh I stole the Lion of Gilgamesh. He goes on my Christmas tree."

The two librarians in training stared at the thief for a moment, not sure if she was kidding or crazy.

Jacob left the group not long after, leaving the two thieves to compare techniques.

"Are you okay?"

Cassandra looked up Jacob and realized she hadn't heard him come over.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about how different you and your brother are. It's interesting."

They fell into an almost comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"Cassandra, I-" "Jacob-" they both started.

"You first." She said, quietly, curious as to what he had to say.

"I just wanted to, I mean I realized-" he took a deep breath and pulled his thoughts together. "Look, I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you. I know that you ain't going to betray us again and I should have forgiven you a long time ago. Some things, some habits, are hard to let go of. I'm sorry for being rude." He finally got out, looking away towards the end.

Cassandra smiled, grateful to have his forgiveness. "Thank you, Jake. And I won't betray your trust. Friends?" she asked, almost afraid he'd say no.

"Yeah, friends." It was his turn to smile, it was small but sincere, like he was surprised to find it there.

"Your team ain't half bad."

Eliot looked at his brother standing next to him and smiled a small smile.

"Yeah, little more than a team though, Lord help me. You found yourself some good friends Jakey, I'm proud of you."

"You're doing pretty well yourself." Jake replied, concerned when his brother snorted back a laugh.

"I'm serious. You're doing really well." Jake reiterated a bit more forcefully. "You've got great friends, you help people, your cooking in your own restaurant. You seem to be in a good place."

Eliot knew his brother was right (he usually was) but it was hard to let himself enjoy it.

"You're allowed to be happy. The stuff you've done, your past, it's just that. Your past. This is your present, enjoy it."

"Quit readin' my mind man." Eliot said with a small chuckle.

Jake laughed quietly as well, the joke and old one.

The large group of librarians and thieves gathered around the table, the conversation and food passing enjoyably.

To anyone who walked by it might look like a group had rented the dining area, to anyone who had been the restaurant, it might look like the owners were having a small party. Nobody passing by could know or understand the stories that were told, the friendships formed, the old grievances that were forgiven.

THANK YOU FOR READING! Please review and let me know what you think! all feedback is welcome.

Again, i'm sorry i took so long!

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY STORY!