#𝐯. 𝐬𝐩𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡. ——— lucas north.

[lindscys]

for @spynorth because i said so

"leave." the word came quickly, with force and no remorse. green eyes barely lifted at the sight of lucas, blood still boiling in light of recent events. "i told you, i don't want to talk to you." and she meant it. if there was one thing she'd managed to inherit from her mother, it was the ability to hold a grudge.

[mambosfive]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"i'm not some damsel in distress that needs some help. you can leave me alone."

[mastermicd-arch]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

residual silence was thick enough to cut a knife through. still, tense, and blair was doing everything that she could to not speak up and break it. something she'd never been great at, and this time was no different. head snapped up, looking him straight in the face. "did you want something else? or do you just enjoy hanging around and... lingering."

[bannannie]

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   →   accepting.

@spynorth : ❛ you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me . ❜

fuck. annie didn't recognise the voice behind the words, and her steps stopped as she considered what she was meant to do. could she really just believe someone who told her that she was being followed? it wouldn't be the first time that she'd have been heading straight into some sort of a trap, if that was in fact what was happening here. but then again, how often did she get to say that someone helped her out of a situation like this? between a couple of robbed stores and the pile of fake money waiting to be washed at her sisters job, there was plenty of reason why someone might be following her. but there also was reason to think that someone might lie about it to get her into a pickle.

worse things had happened to her. "i need to get laundry detergent." perhaps not the most subtle of conversation starters, but it was hardly the sort of comment one might make to someone that they didn't know. "did you pick up the wine for dinner?" she asked, eyes darting either side of her, scoping out who might be lingering, who might be listening. voice hushed, she asked, "who's following me? and who are you?"

[mastermicd-arch]

cornered. trapped. feelings that were rising within abby had an assortment of names, all negative ones, but she did her best to keep her expression as stoic as she could, calm to those who might be observing from the outside. she stopped herself from showing any sign of relief as his hand released her wrist, though the action didn't do much to ease the tension in her entire body.

"sometimes that's the way the world works, isn't it?" eyebrow lifts as the question is put to lucas, as if it makes it in any way better. he was right –– sometimes, it was a case of doing what you had to do in order to make sure that you were the person who came out on top. sometimes, it meant betraying your allies before they could betray you first. it wasn't something that she particularly enjoyed being a part of it, but the reality was that it was just a part of the game.

"are you telling me you're going to give them what they need to get on to us soil?" frown etches into her forehead, feet taking a step back to once again attempt to put a bit more space between them if she could. "you're going to aid and abet a terror cell and for what? because you came off badly the last time we worked together? revenge?"

A huff of breath is her only answer, a snort of contempt that leaves no doubt as to his feelings on the matter at hand (and her reaction to it) and Lucas shifts, weight rocking from one foot to the other in impatience. One eyebrow raises at her thinly veiled command, fingers staying curled ‘round her wrist for a few beats longer as if the agent is trying his damndest to get under his companion’s skin, payback for some perceived slight maybe … and when she is finally freed, lips curve upwards in a grin that doesn’t quite reach blue eyes. They’ve grown a bit harder since she first answered him, a steely ocean storm that weighs Abby’s own features as if seeking out some weakness … and it’s almost the faintest shade of satisfaction at whatever it finds that paints his gaze as his hands seek refuge in coat pockets.

“With me? Funny, that. I thought your preferred method of teamwork involved convincing the other party to trust you while you buy enough time to make whatever it is work best for you and yours.” There’s something there that speaks of a torrid past, of a trap that Lucas North refuses to fall victim to once again, underscored by a duck of his head and the laugh that rumbles through his chest. His next words are a warning, a poorly disguised threat, a promise of what awaits should she and her country refuse to help their .. allies.

“We’ve found a cell of extremists harboring a bit of hatred for you lot in the midst of London. So far, according to our surveillance, they’re finding it a bit hard to operate … ” The silence falls and he lets it hang for the barest of seconds, gaze holding steady with her own. “ …but…all they need is new papers and a way to smuggle themselves out of England to here. Be a shame if they somehow found that.”

[mambosfive]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"didn't you ever tell yourself that you would do whatever you had to in order to make your dreams come true?"

[lindscys]

@spynorth​​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

london was a world away from what she was used to. she'd always found comfort in chicago, a city she'd lived in her whole life, and hadn't ever really ventured out too far, at least not for very long. even then, those trips had always had a purpose. this time was no different, except she was a lot further away from home than she had ever been before. hands dove into the pockets of her jeans as she walked along crowded streets, just another individual battling the london rush hour to anyone that she walked past. they didn't know just how far she'd come to be here. head lifted at the sight of her destination, diving into the cafe without much hesitation. hand reached for her beanie, pulling it carefully off of her head as her eyes scanned the room. "miss me?" she asked, approaching lucas's table. "figured it was about time i came to your turf."

[mambosfive]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"couldn't you just –– tell me about london or something instead? it's far more interesting."

[mambosfive]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"this place is my client, whether i want it to be or not. you need to respect that, and know that some things i can't discuss."

[mambosfive]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"i had nothing to say to the other guy, i've got nothing to say to you either. sending someone else doesn't magically make people open up more, or is this just the tactic you guys try?"

[mambosfive]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"whiskey, tango, foxtrot." jessica spoke the words with certainty, her handler having told her she was to meet with an agent from elsewhere, and cite those words. instead, panic swept over her that she might have approached the wrong person, and sounded like a bizarre alien in the process. "stupid me, must have the wrong person. have a good night!"

[mambosfive]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"everyone has secrets. i bet you've got loads. go on, give me a juicy one."

[mambosfive]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

as if her job wasn't stressful enough as it was, the last thing rita needed was the past coming back to bite her in the ass. at least, that was her first thought as she caught sight of the familiar face across the pavement.

her trip to london was only due to last a couple of days, and she hadn't seen said face in years –– much less in london. so really, what were the chances of this happening at all? she'd made a lot of choices back then, ones that had made her as powerful as she was today. that didn't mean that she lived completely free of regret though –– and that was an emotion that rita preferred not to acknowledge. ignoring the past, and the faces that came with it, was a big part of that.

with gentle breeze blowing through the front of her hair, rita was torn. torn between pretending she didn't know him entirely and hoping that it worked, or employ a method she'd used more times in her life than she liked to admit: the good old fake it until you make it. the longer she dwelled on it, the harder it was to decide –– only to be forced into the latter, plastering a false smile on her face as she quietly hoped his memory was far worse than hers.

[mambosfive]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

smoke filled her lungs, and the blonde found herself comforted by the warmth that spread within her. she could hear her twin sister's voice in the back of her head, telling her to stub it out, that it was a nasty habit. one more drag, one more drink. then she might just be able to drown it out. she'd tried plenty of times before, but somehow lucy's voice always seemed to scream loudly above her thoughts.

another person! that could help, push aside any ache that she had to return to the family she'd long since left behind. she'd argue they left her emotionally first, but that didn't count when it came to the ferguson family. proximity over feelings, it seemed. "hey, you!"

she pushed herself off of the wall behind her, blowing the smoke out of her lungs as she moved, chasing after the silhouette that had tried to slink past her. "where ya going? anywhere fun?" it had to be better than her post-shift decompress.

[mastermicd-arch]

@spynorth ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

lucas north. a name tied to stories that will had told her a number of times before, when he'd wanted to open up about the loss of his brother. having one in the unit seemed like the universe working in a strange way, if she'd believed in that sort of thing. "my fiance's brother was a lucas north." zoe didn't look up from the papers in her hand as she spoke –– getting up to speed with things was taking more of a toll than she'd thought. coming back from chile, harry securing her a job once again had been a dream she'd never thought would come to fruition. charged with a crime that had only been committed with the right intentions, and having to commit to a life on the run. over.

being back in the grid was surreal. faces had changed, hardly any that she actually recognised, though zoe knew that perhaps that was for the better. helping with the clean slate of it all. still, it was an odd feeling for her, to feel like a stranger in a place she'd once considered to be almost a second home to her. "north's quite common though, isn't it? hardly much of a coincidence." had finally lifted, shoulders shrugging ever so slightly. "zoe, by the way. zoe reynolds." her arm reached out to introduce herself properly –– an act that was, in itself, strangely comforting and reminiscent of her last time in the grid.

[lindscys]

even despite the ringing in her head following recent events, the detective was able to muster up a roll of her eyes at the attempt of a joke, though quietly took some comfort in it. if he was joking, he couldn't be in that bad shape. it wasn't much, but at least it was something to take into account. it was better than the worst case scenario that had likely crossed the minds of others, even if it hadn't had a chance to get to them. "molly's it is." the detective confirmed with a quick nod of her head, the bar having become a place of comfort for not just her, but others in the team. it was a safe haven, even if it hadn't meant to be at it's outset. it sounded like a good idea, at least for the time being. being anywhere else might have just made her feel worse. "let's go." she danced around the comment about voight –– it was easier that way. delving into the complicated relationship that she had with her sergeant wasn't something that she particularly wanted to get into with lucas if she could help it. "i'm good to drive." an exaggeration most likely, but she often found herself uncomfortable when she wasn't behind the wheel. control. it was a craving she grappled with more often than she liked to admit. "i'll get the briefing tomorrow." she confirmed as eyes quickly glanced to voight, then back to the agent. perhaps walking away today wouldn't be a bad thing.

“I’ll live. Unfortunately.” The answer is a huff of breath, an attempted jest that rumbles its way between them, chased by the quirk of a brow. There’s a ghost of a grin perched at the corner of his mouth, a flash of something that’s gone as quickly as it appeared, and the agent gives a quick shake of his head as if to rid sweat dampened hair of any dirt or other debris. Other officers move around them like scavengers, checking bodies and looking for wounded, and Lucas watches with a careful eye. Erin’s team (never his. he’s just a visitor, after all. a ghost haunting chicago just as easily as it had london) are a different breed and he has no wish to listen to some half-hearted speech by the man in charge about failed operations and next plan of action.

“What about that pub you’re always on about?” That smile is a bit more apparent now and he shifts his weight, all tense muscle that balances on the balls of his feet as if desperate for some reason to be anywhere other than the warehouse they currently stand in. Ocean eyes flicker towards the team’s illustrious leader, watch for the briefest of seconds as Voight talks to Antonio, words hushed (astounding, really) as if no one else is meant to hear, before returning to study Erin’s expression. “Unless you’d rather stay and listen to one of daddy’s lectures. I’d hate to get in the way of that.”