Hardison looked around the gym and grumbled as he saw everyone running on treadmills, lifting huge weights, or doing other things that looked very active. He wasn't upset because he was in an active place. He was upset because he wanted to be on a treadmill or lifting weights. Instead, Parker and Sophie had dragged him to a gym they'd found held free yoga classes. Yeah, he'd rather be weight lifting than doing yoga.

"Come on," Sophie said. "The class is about to start."

"Why did you make me come?" Hardison asked.

"Because it's fun to work out with people you know," Parker said.

"But yoga?" he asked.

Sophie walked into the open classroom and set out one of the provided mats. "It provides balance and focus," she said. She lowered her voice and added, "And don't pretend you don't like seeing Parker in those yoga pants."

Hardison looked over at the girl in question and grinned as he watched her set out a mat next to Sophie's. She looked good in the tight fabric and he turned back to Sophie. "Okay. Yeah."

Sophie smiled and said, "Go get a mat and set up. Looks like we're about to start."

Hardison took a mat and spread it out next to Parker's. If he could watch her do yoga, then he wouldn't really mind too much. As he spread the mat flat on the floor, he heard the door open and close.

"Sorry I'm late," a voice said. "Hope everyone is ready for today."

Hardison paused at the familiar sounding voice and looked to the front of the room. A muscular brown haired man stood with his back to the class and his head was bowed as he messed with some music. There was a mirror in front of them, but Hardison couldn't make out his face.

It wasn't until the man turned around to face the class that Hardison, Sophie, and Parker realized who was teaching the class. They didn't say a word as soothing music came over the loud speakers and their instructor led them through stretches and breathing exercises. The atmosphere was very calm and relaxed, which was very out of place for the person leading the class. And the calmness seeped into Hardison's muscles, making him relax with each stretch and arch he made.

The class ended and, as everyone left, Hardison walked up to the teacher.

"Yoga?" he said. "Really?"

The teacher turned around and growled. "There a problem with that?" he asked.

"Guys don't do yoga, Eliot," Hardison said.

"Then what are you doing here?" Eliot said.

"The girls dragged me," Hardison said.

Eliot nodded. "And do you feel more relaxed? More balanced?" he asked.

Hardison paused, then said, "Yeah."

"That's yoga," Eliot said, rolling up his mat.

"How'd you come to teach?" Sophie asked, joining them.

"You don't look like someone who does yoga," Parker said.

Eliot smiled. "I dated a yoga instructor," he said. "She was very flexible." His smile became more of a knowing grin as he remembered. He shook himself slightly and said, "Then I joined one of her classes to watch her move. Ended up enjoying it and doing more classes. Owner asked me to teach and here I am. Pretty simple."

Parker snickered. "It's just funny," she said. "You doing yoga. Next you'll say you teach Pilates, too."

Eliot was quiet for a moment, then grabbed his things. "If you'll excuse me, I have another class to teach."

He walked out of the room, leaving the three to look at each other.

"He's not really teaching Pilates, is he?" Parker asked.

They looked at each other one last time, then followed their hitter out of the room.

AN: I just wanted to do something funny with Eliot. I got the inspiration when I was at the gym and saw guys taking yoga. Then I thought how funny it would be if Eliot taught yoga. Well, I hoped you enjoyed this and it made you smile.