#what if i made a silly little fic where nureyev pretends to be sick to get out of a heist

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Buddy visits him 15 minutes later and informs him that they were to perform the heist sooner than planned. Juno half rises from his seat before she pushes him back down.

"Not you, darling. I have rather an important job for you. You'll be making sure that dear Ransom doesn't follow us, though I'm sure it won't be an issue."

Juno blinks. "You telling me you bluffed Ransom? Of all the criminals on this ship, you picked the con artist to beat in a game of tricked-you twister? And —" Juno grows red as he realises his 'part' to 'play' in this 'family', " — And I have to babysit the guy?"

"If the baby in question was heavily sedated and restrained, yes. I offered him some herbal tea for his delicate little throat. It was very soothing."

"Buddy, you're gonna be down a detective. He's gonna gut me."

"Well, that would seem to be your problem, darling, as I didn't hire a detective. I hired Juno Steel, who's private eye days are long behind him."

Juno's molars lock together, and he glares at the wall behind her. And who's criminal activities are limited to hanging around Nureyev, he doesn't say. If he didn't know any better, he'd say Buddy had an agenda. One more romantically than criminally inclined.

(God, he hates authority figures. This is why he's self employed.)