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fizzyxcustard · 1 year ago

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Covert Eyes (21)

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x OC (Amy Holland)

Warnings: Stalking behaviour, anxiety, language, sexual references, angst, smut, heartbreak, gunshot wounds and recovery, abduction, hostage situation.

Summary: Lucas takes notice of a young woman, Amy, but his obsession and want to get to know her begin to spiral out of control. Amy is now working for MI-5, after being recruited by Ros. But will her involvement with Lucas cause even more problems and heartbreak?

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The first day back was quiet, slow and fairly uneventful. Amy remained with Tariq, scouring CCTV footage from a new case that had landed on the main desk of section D. Lucas was in a three hour meeting with Ros, Jo and Harry, discussing the Robert Spiller case.

“Lunch time in a bit,” Amy said, swivelling on her chair, in her usual child-like manner.

“You are obsessed with food,” Tariq chuckled. “Are you sure Lucas feeds you enough at home?”

“I know my priorities, and food is one of them.” With that, Amy opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a Mars bar from a multi pack. “Want one?”

Tariq chuckled again. “Go on, then. I was supposed to be starting back at the gym tonight. Looks like I’ll have to forego another day.”

“Come on, one chocolate bar won’t hurt you.”

Once Lucas’ meeting was finished, he dashed out of the room and over to Amy’s desk. He perched on the table next to her, looking down as she smiled up at him from her chair. His heart filled with so much love for her, that he knew he’d never felt anything like this before. Whenever her large, green eyes focused on him, he found himself dissociating from the world around him. He reached out and took her hand, holding it for a few seconds, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles. Then his thumb grazed her engagement ring.

“I’m going to be home late tonight,” Lucas said. “I’ve got a fair bit to do on Spiller, and Harry’s asked me to brief the Midlands team who are going out tonight on surveillance. Will you be okay going home on your own?”

“Of course I will. I’m a big girl, after all.”

Lucas sighed. “Aim, I just worry, that’s all.”

“Come on, let’s go and grab something to eat. I think I’ve driven Tariq mad keep talking about food.”

“You’ve got that right!” Tariq’s playful voice came from across the room as he walked away, ready to make another mug of coffee.

***

Amy left the office around 5:15pm that evening with Tariq and Ruth. All three of them ventured out into the cold air, pulling their scarves and gloves on tighter. They separated, going in different directions. Amy continued on towards Lambeth Bridge, crossing over it, weaving between fellow commuters and tourists. The sky was pitch black and littered with silver stars, as if someone had thrown glitter against a silk backdrop.

Amy took her phone from her pocket and saw a new message from Lucas.

Be safe. I love you. Xxx

Whenever he said or wrote those words ‘I love you’, Amy still felt a slight pang of disbelief amongst her excitement. Thankfully, that voice which had always boldly told her she would never be enough, was gradually turning into a whisper.

She looked out across the river at the London Eye, watching the colours change. One day she would come out early, grab a coffee, and sit down at the riverside and draw it; she’d already planned it all in her mind. Maybe even draw Big Ben and Parliament. Amy had always liked coming out into London when it was early and few people were yet roaming the street. She felt comfortable and safe, being more alone and less likely to be disturbed.

***

Lucas took the underground back to his and Amy’s flat. For the duration of the journey, Lucas flicked through photos of himself and Amy. A few of them were from New Year up in Coventry, with Amy’s brother in law and nephew photobombing in the background of one, and in another, Amy’s dad had been caught to the side, his eyes closed and his mouth puckered, just ready to take a sip of beer: not the most flattering of poses. His favourite was still a photo of them snuggled up on the sofa together, Amy with her head on his shoulder, grinning childishly. They’d only been together two months or so when he took this photo, and already they both looked happy.

It was around seven weeks away from their one year anniversary, and Lucas had begun thinking of gift ideas. He had already brought her jewellery for Christmas. And Amy’s birthday was also approaching, being the last day of January. Lucas had been taking mental notes of items Amy had mentioned, like a pair of tartan Converse she been eyeing on their last shopping trip. Then there was Valentine’s Day! It was all coming together in one swoop. However, Amy’s training was due to start the second week of February, so Valentine’s and their anniversary would need to be celebrated over their available weekends.

It had been strange that she had not text him that evening since leaving Thames House. Normally if one of them was in the office and the other at home, they would text back and forth. Their texts were usually about what meals were planned for dinner and what film they would be watching, with some playful banter in between.

Upon the walk from the underground station to their street, Lucas checked his phone. No new messages.

Maybe she had been tired and went for a nap ahead of him returning home. Possibly? But doubtful. It was rare, if not completely out of character, for Amy to not text him while they were apart.

As Lucas turned his key in the lock and opened the door to the flat, he was surprised to see that no lights were on. Normally if Lucas returned and Amy was already there, she would leave a lamp on in the hallway, which cast a faint light through into the kitchen and dining area.

Immediately he sensed that something was amiss. It was just past eleven at night, so Amy was probably in bed, either reading, scrolling on her phone, or sleeping.

Lucas went to the bedroom. Dark and empty.

He called her name and stepped into the bathroom. Nothing.

Lucas took his phone from his pocket and found Amy’s number and called.

“The person you are calling is not available…”

Lucas growled and then called Harry.

“Lucas? Is everything alright?” Harry Pearce’s professional yet concerned voice came.

“Have you requested Amy go back in?”

“No, why?”

“She’s not at home. All the lights were off and she hasn’t told me she’s going anywhere, which isn’t like her.”

“Maybe she’s met up with a friend. There are many reasons she might not be home. Try not to worry.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Lucas said, sighing in frustration. He knew her. Amy would never have left the flat without leaving the lamp on, and certainly would never have disappeared so late and not told him. Even if she had bumped into a friend on the way home, for instance, she would have still text Lucas to let him know she would be late returning home.

The only other person who Lucas could think of who might have seen her was Debbie from her old work place. But Lucas didn’t have her number to contact. For a minute, he sat down on the bed, on Amy’s side and looked at her bedside table. Her current reading book, an empty mug, a Tinkerbell figurine, a black Moleskine journal for her doodles.

Of course no one would believe him at this point that Amy was missing; no one knew her patterns like him. He picked up her purple pyjama bottoms and felt dread fill him to the core. Something was definitely wrong. Even if no one could yet see it.

“Where are you, angel?” he whispered. “Tell me where you are.”

By the time it had turned midnight, Lucas knew with absolute certainty that Amy was missing. He grabbed his Belstaff jacket from the hallway, and picked up his keys off the small table next to the letter rack. At the front was an electricity bill that had come that morning. Lucas eyed their names: Miss. A. Holland and Mr. L. North. She’d been so happy when their first joint mail had come, giggling happily.

“One day, not too far away, and it’ll say Mrs. A North.” Something so simple had made her so ecstatic. It was in those moments, when something so simple made her smile, that Lucas fell even more deeply in love with her.

Back on the Grid, Lucas logged on to one of the computers. Only one or two people flitted past him, disappearing down corridors, until a familiar face appeared from around the edge of one of the computers.

“Malcolm?” Lucas exclaimed.

“You’re in late.” The middle aged man was shocked to see Lucas in the office so late of a night. “Are you back for the Spiller case.”

“I think Amy’s missing,” Lucas told him. “She never came home tonight. I got back and the flat was empty and there were no lights on. She always leaves the lamp on in the hallway when I get in after her.”

“Maybe she forgot…”

“Malcolm, I know her. I live with her. She hasn’t text me all evening, which is unlike her. We constantly text. Can you run all recent footage in the area and track her phone?”

Malcolm started by opening Amy’s employee record. Her photo filled the screen, and as it did, Lucas smiled sadly. The memory of her lying unconscious in hospital surfaced. His beautiful Amy. His wife-to-be. The future Mrs. Lucas North.

“What’s her mobile number?”

Lucas reeled off her number by memory, and Malcolm entered the number into the tracking programme, whilst he run her photo against all CCTV in London. Amy’s photo remained locked on the monitor in the left hand corner as random faces appeared and disappeared, within milliseconds, hundreds of faces being analysed.

“Her phone was last monitored by a local cell tower at 5:32pm. Coordinates show that she was at South Bank…”

“Heading for the train home,” Lucas interrupted. “That must have been when I sent her my last text message.”

“Her phone has no reception and hasn’t been used since, not even on the Wi-Fi.”

Terror racked through Lucas and he eyed the faces which were still flipping, none of them staying on screen for longer than a quarter of a second. A blur of eyes, noses, skin colours and hairstyles. “Come on, angel,” he whispered. “Come on! Give us something.”

A match appeared on the screen; a scene of Amy walking past a pub enlarged on the screen. An address appeared and the coordinate of the building. “South facing camera from the front door of The King’s Head…”

The rest of Malcolm’s words seemed to dissolve away as Lucas began writing down the address of the pub from the screen. “What time was this?”

“5:40.”

“Just before she got to the underground station. Did your search then include all the underground lines?”

“Yes.”

“So she didn’t get on a train because she would’ve been picked up on the cameras. Can you check all the vehicles parked in that street and also within a half mile radius, see if anything stands out? And…” Lucas’ voice broke and he hung his head, resting back on the desk behind him.

“We’ll find her,” Malcolm reassured.

All Lucas could see in his mind was Amy in his arms, and blood staining his hands and shirt. He could hear her whimpers as he held her, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. There was no way he could let that happen again. It was his duty to protect her, first and foremost. Fuck everyone else. Only Amy mattered.

“This has got to be connected with Sarah. Why else would anyone target her?” Lucas asked, tears beginning to well in his eyes. Even in death and the bitch wouldn’t leave him alone.

An hour later and Harry and Ros had arrived, both with a coffee in hand to attempt to wake them. Harry immediately approached Malcolm, who was sifting through all the vehicle registrations that had been in the vicinity of where Amy was last seen.

Meanwhile, Lucas was sat at Amy’s desk.

“Is he absolutely sure Amy is missing?” Harry enquired, whispering to Malcolm. “Could he be jumping the gun on this one?”

Malcolm sighed. “I wouldn’t have called you in, Harry, if I didn’t feel there was something wrong. Amy was last seen here,” and with that, Malcolm pointed to a map on the screen. “CCTV footage caught her walking past The King’s Head, approaching the underground station. Then she went out of shot. None of the underground cameras saw her. She must have disappeared in that street.”

Ros stood next to Lucas, remaining silent. She felt sadness at the sight of him with his head held low. Next to the time when Amy had been shot, Ros had never encountered Lucas looking so beaten down.

“I’m not going to say it, Ros, but you know I’m thinking it,” Lucas sighed.

“I know you all too well by now, Lucas. Of course you’re thinking it. And you still blame me for recruiting her.”

Lucas stared at Amy’s empty Winnie the Pooh mug on the desk and felt as if his whole chest were compressing, about to implode.

“You shouldn’t be here. We’ll take this from here. Go home.”

Lucas looked up at Ros, his ice blue eyes full of turmoil. “How can I go home? I need to find her.”

Harry walked over. “Ros is right. You can’t be working on this. You’re far too close to her.”

“And that’s exactly the reason I should be working on this. I knew as soon as I got home that something was wrong. I know her behaviour, her ways. You need me to be on this. You barely know her yet.”

“Lucas…” Harry began sternly.

“No, Harry! She’s almost died once because of me, and now I know in my gut that this is connected to Sarah again. I’ve pulled her too far into my life, and it’s constantly putting hers at stake. I should never have got involved with her. I shouldn’t have ever spoken to her in the café and just ignored that want to get to know her…” Tears fell down Lucas’ cheeks in quick procession, and he put his hands to his face, weeping behind them.

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fizzyxcustard · 2 years ago

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The Unexpected.

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x OC (Amy Holland)

Warnings: Sexual references, bit of pining, angst-ish, fluff, alternative identities

Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "Imagine Lucas North is undercover at your work, investigating your bosses, but he genuinely falls for you." Requested by @the-fragile-heart-of-a-lady and a dear anon (Thank you!)

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It was all completely unexpected. Nowhere along the line did Lucas expect to fall in love. The operation from the outset had seemed like a simple one: go undercover at a London-based government office, searching for the sender of illegal documentation to foreign officials, which was advocating the use of chemical warfare. It should have been a week at most, but the assignment had turned into a four week ordeal.

The silver lining to this operation had been working alongside an administration officer, Amy Holland. She was four years Lucas’ junior, but had the innocence of someone much younger than a woman in her thirties. Initially and she had been quiet around Lucas, not offering much in the way of conversation, more out of insecurity than anything else. Such a good looking man would never entertain the idea of liking her, surely.

Amy had been shocked when Lucas began sitting with her. He would walk into the office, always a little earlier than the expected start time, and use the desk next to her. On breaks and he would accompany her to the kitchen for tea or coffee, at lunch he had even been gentlemanly enough to pay for her meal once or twice.

At the end of the fourth week and Lucas had finally found what he was looking for. In line with protocol and his operation directives, he had copied the documents and accompanying signatures onto a memory stick. Then he would return to the Grid, walk out of Amy’s life and never be seen again, the true nature of a Spook.

Lucas knew this was his last day and he sat beside Amy, listening to her talk about an argument that had ensued between two of her neighbours. “I’m nosey by nature,” she giggled. “Glass up the wall type of thing.”

Amy looked at Lucas for a second, noticing that he seemed distant. Not that he wasn’t looking at her, but he seemed to be looking at her a little more than usual. It was as if he was studying her for some reason, and the crinkle of his brow reminded her of someone saddened by their inner thoughts.

“Are you okay?” Amy asked, leaning a little closer to him. “I’m sorry if my choice of topic is boring you.” Then she looked down in shame.

“No, Aim, you never bore me,” Lucas replied, turning himself in the swivel office chair so that he was directly facing her. “I didn’t mean for it to seem like I was. I’ve got something on my mind.” Could he trust her? His gut was in knots. She was so detached from the job that he did and he wanted someone who was ‘normal’. The other women who had been in his life had all been intelligence officers; all of them mirrored him. Amy was different. There was a safety in her, and he knew that he couldn’t walk out of this place and let her go.

Amy became a little uncomfortable, her insecurity getting the better of her. She looked away and began to work on the document she was proof-reading. There was definitely something wrong with him.

“Can we talk after work?” Lucas asked.

***

A few hours later, Amy and Lucas were walking side by side down by the river. The London Eye was lit up in the distance, shining different, alternating colours against the black backdrop of the sky. Tourists milled around, taking photographs. The wafting scent of honey roasted nuts from a street cart hung in the air. It was a chilly evening with a very gentle, but crisp breeze.

Lucas guided Amy over to a bench which gave a view of Lambeth Bridge, and there in the distance, the other side of the bridge, was Thames House, MI-5 headquarters.

Amy sipped from a coffee cup and turned in a little towards Lucas as she sat down. Did he realise how gorgeous he was? Did people walk past, assuming they were a couple, thinking to themselves about how out of her league he was? “I’m getting a bit hungry now,” Amy said, trying to make conversation. It had been quiet between them both since they had finished up their work. She couldn’t help but feel that she’d done something wrong and had offended him.

“We’ll grab dinner in a bit,” Lucas replied.

We? Amy smiled to herself. It seemed that he wanted to be in her company a little longer, at least.

“I, um, need to talk about some things with you and be honest,” Lucas began. ‘I’m not who you think I am. I thought that working in the office would be easy, and I’d do what I set out to do, and then leave. I officially finished today. But…I can’t stop thinking about you, Amy.”

Amy’s cheeks began to burn vivid red and her heart raced. Her gaze shot upwards at that last sentence he said. How? How could all of this be true?

Lucas inched towards Amy, closing the gap so that not only he could be closer to her, but no one could overhear them. “I never expected to feel like this. And now that I’m leaving the office, I can’t walk away and never see you again.”

“I can’t even believe you think that way about me.” Amy hung her head again, unable to meet his gaze again. Shame had won out. “You’re gorgeous, Pete.”

Lucas smiled. “And that’s the first thing I need to tell you the truth on. My name isn’t Pete. It’s Lucas.”

“Lucas,” Amy whispered, smiling. “It actually suits you better. I never thought you looked a Pete. Lucas definitely suits you more.”

He felt a shiver of anticipation race up his spine as he heard her saying his name for the first time. Many nights and he had imagined her moaning his name in throes of passion. “It’s Lucas North.”

“Thank you for trusting me with this, Lucas. I don’t even know if I’m supposed to ask any more about what you do for…”

“I’m a spy. I work for MI-5. I can’t go into details why I was in your office for the last month, but it had nothing to do with you personally. I understand if you feel betrayed by me but it’s my job.”

Amy shook her head. “I don’t feel betrayed at all. I know that MI-5 operatives have to keep to strict guidelines and rules with keeping their identities hidden. Does that mean I’ll have to be vetted?”

“How did you know about that?”

“I work for the government, too, remember? Amy giggled. “I might not work for your team, but I know how the Spooks operate….well, a little bit, anyway.”

“That would depend on if you want to carry on seeing me,” Lucas replied.

His steel blue eyes were dark with something that Amy had never seen before in him. It was an intensity that made her heart race faster, and the pounding between her legs intensify.

Lucas leaned closer and kissed her. His hand cupped her cheek and his fingers idly laced in her hair. The kiss deepened and Amy curled her arm around him, her hand sifting through his short, black hair.

“I take that as a yes,” Lucas said, smiling, as they both withdrew from the kiss.

***

Amy and Lucas walked back the way they had come, hand in hand. Darkness had swept in over London now, but there were still plenty of people filling the streets, crowding the main tourist hotspots. London never slept. Even when Lucas had to go out on surveillance at night, there was still traffic, both pedestrian and on the road.

“Would you rather have something to eat while we’re out, or come back to mine? I can cook for us,” Amy asked. “I live…”

Lucas smirked. “I know where you live. Background checks had to be completed on all the staff while I was in the office. I remembered your address. Coincidentally you’re not too far from me. Only a five minute tube ride.”

Amy laughed. “You’re telling me that you’ve worked out the route to my flat?”

“Maybe.”

The tube journey back to Amy’s flat was quick. Lucas still held her hand, growing used to the feel of her small, warm hand, enveloped in his large one. Their fingers, despite being so different in size, fit perfectly.

Amy put her head on Lucas’ shoulder, her cheek brushing against the fabric of his Belstaff jacket. She felt as if she needed to pinch herself in order to wake up.

At the barriers, exiting the tube station, Lucas reluctantly let go of Amy’s hand, allowing her to scan her Oyster card first and be let through. Then as soon as they were both the other side of the gate, he grabbed her hand again.

Once Amy and Lucas were inside her flat, with the door closed, Lucas couldn’t help but kiss her again. And this time they could be free in their expression, without anyone walking past them.

The kiss grew hot, so much so that Lucas’ hands were delving lower down Amy’s body. The feel of her was making him hard and he had to take a deep swallow to bring himself back to full composure. They were both panting as they parted. The insecurity of not knowing whether this was too much too soon was set in both their gazes.

Instead of cooking, Amy ordered take away for them both.

Lucas felt cosy in Amy’s living room. Both of them were warm under a red and black checked blanket, with the heater on and the television blasting away to itself in the corner. The living room was small and compact, with a small sofa and armchair. There were two, white bookcases, filled with books and DVDs. Next to the television was a display cabinet, painted white, with glass doors. Behind the doors was an array of Disney figurines. The walls of the room were painted light blue, covered in places with framed photographs and signed stills from TV shows and films.

After they had eaten, Lucas and Amy discarded the Chinese takeaway boxes on the coffee table in the centre of the room. By now and the heat was at a plateau. They were kissing again, writhing beneath each other in their want to be one. But they were too worried their wants would be shrugged off by the other.

However, Amy could feel Lucas’ hand moving lower. On impulse, she grabbed it and shoved it in the waist of her jeans. He groaned, knowing what she wanted. She was silently asking him to come in. She groaned his name, his real name. And he smiled.

***

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