Sunday, 8 March 2009

agentcampbell: (Annoyed [Suit])
13. "And you, Will, have enough bullshit to fill the Palace of Versailles."
| The Brothers Grimm

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] straight2point, [livejournal.com profile] undercoverdoc & [livejournal.com profile] withlightson

Marc's eyes were trained stiffly ahead as he rode up in the elevator to Harri's floor. His lips were in a thin line and he couldn't hide a sharply drawn breath was let out in an aggravated exhalation a few seconds later. What he needed was a smoke. Or a drink. Anything to numb the fact that he now had a new partner who was a total dick knob. His hands were shoved firmly in his pocket and he refused to glance left at the guy who was standing beside him rocking on up and down on the balls of his feet whistling 'Billy Jean' and looking casually around the elevator. It didn't help that Marc hated Michael Jackson music. Theodore Darcy - and Marc had no idea what sort of name that was - refused to stay in the car whilst Marc ran up to Harri's to pick up his filofax that he left there that morning when he got called out at 4am. He was so exhausted he forgot to collect it on his way out but it had important phone numbers in it that Marc needed ASAP. The little prick insisted on coming with. Not that he was little per se. The bastard was 6'3", which pissed Marc off even more. Why did his partner have to be Sasquatch?

“So, Jackson said you're dating a prostitute,” Alex offered lightly with a shrug. He looked at Marc with a wicked smirk. “Not that there is anything wrong with that. Nice building. She must really know how to do her job.” )

- Alex Carter/Theodore Darcy [[livejournal.com profile] undercoverdoc] is Marc's new partner from this scene onwards


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