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Overnight Therapy - Chapter Two


Title: Overnight Therapy

Author:   LSM71059
Fandom: Spooks
Characters: Lucas
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season Seven
Summary:   Lucas North has someone to confide in and take care of him when the nightmares and bad flashbacks happen. 
Disclaimer:   All Spooks Characters are the intellectual property of the BBC.
The Inspiration for this story was taken from the song "South City Midnight Lady" by the Doobie Brothers
(Time Line for chapter: In between Episodes 7.02 & 7.03)

 

Chapter Two

Across the hall, Lori was going about the task of scoping out the accommodations. 

First order of business was to rummage in her purse to find what she liked to call her “Derek Flint Gadget”. It looked like a state of the art Blackberry, which in part it was. But in reality its capabilities far exceeded any publicly known technology on the market today. 

She used the device to do a sweep for bugs and surveillance equipment through the living room, dining area, bedrooms, baths, and ended in the kitchen. Opening up the cabinets she discovered her kitchen had been fully stocked with all her favorite foods, beverages and quite a few extra goodies. An entire cabinet had been devoted to her favorite DVD’s. Opening the refrigerator, she spied a note written in Donovan’s distinctive scrawl taped to a floral box filled with her favorite black roses:

I think I remembered everything. If there is anything in particular I missed, we can have it there within 24 hours. Enjoy your accommodations.

Lori opened the box and inhaled deeply taking in the lovely scent of the flowers. She got a little misty eyed as she ran her fingers gingerly over the petals remembering under what circumstances Donovan had come to learn these were her favorites. Returning the lid to the box, she stuffed it back in to the refrigerator then returned to living room.

She was pleased Harry Pearce had kept his word and no bug or surveillance apparatus had been found on first blush. Her directive had been to make contact with him upon her arrival. Of course the arrival was to have been over six hours ago. Perhaps she should wait for a more reasonable hour to make contact. Her ornery streak got the best of her though so she decided since she was awake as was Lucas, Harry should be too. She scrolled the address book on the Blackberry finding his number proceeded to dial his mobile. He picked it up on the third ring, croaking, “Harry Pearce.”

“Hello Mr. Pearce, sorry for the late hour, I thought you’d like to know I’ve arrived and all seems to be in order. Have you anything further to add to your report since yesterday?” Lori said making her voice sickening sweet like she was taking afternoon tea with the Queen.

Recognizing the voice on the other end, Harry quickly sat up in bed to gather his wits about him. Looking over at the clock he groaned audibly, “Donovan said you would check in when you arrived. However, I did expect it to be earlier this evening.”

He had been forewarned she would be one of a kind and quite the handful to deal with, but this was ridiculous having been roused out of bed to just have her report she had arrived and six hours late at that. It took every ounce of restraint he had but he checked his temper. “There is no update from the report I sent late yesterday afternoon. If it is in your possession you are up to date.”

“Yes, Donovan passed it along. Sorry to have disturbed your rest, I’ll be in touch soon,” Lori purred into the phone after hearing the restraint in his voice. She disconnected before he could reply. She just couldn’t seem to resist getting under someone’s skin who was unflappable 99% of the time. It was one of her “Qualities” as Donovan put it he wished she would keep in check when it came to dealing with people that weren’t her assignments. She used that same talent to make strides with her subjects albeit in a quite different manner.

She dialed Donovan hoping he was still up because she honestly didn’t want to disturb his rest. Donovan answered on the first ring, “There better be one hell of a reason for not checking in before now coming out of your mouth,” he growled into the phone.

“You still are as sweet as ever, I see.” Lori answered with a certain lilt in her voice Donovan knew spelled trouble with a capital “T”, “Just thought you might like to know I’ve arrived and all is well in London Town.”

Donovan’s voice immediately softened but was chastising, “Why so late? You were to have checked in long before this.”

“If I was on time, there would be something askew in the universe. Ever since you’ve known me, I’ve always been late. But to answer your question, the game went into overtime, and there was a shootout with fifteen players. It was quite the show, they won by the way. I missed my scheduled flight time. I had to wait and grab the next available flight time out of Detroit. I didn’t think it was that big of deal. What, did you think I’d forget how to take care of me?” she spilled out all in one breath trying to lighten the mood.

“It has been a couple of years since you have been on assignment. You could have called to let me know you’d changed your itinerary. Obviously I’m not as up to date on the goings in Hockeytown as I should be with you back on the job,” Donovan retorted but with amusement in his voice to let her know she was somewhat off the hook for causing him concern.

“I do tend to forget there are others who care about my whereabouts from time to time.   Yes, you really should always keep up to date on such important goings on. I may actually make a convert of you yet. Oh by the way, I don’t think I’ll be on Harry Pearce’s Christmas card list this year.”

Donovan sighed, “What have you done now?”

“Just following my directive Sir to let him know I’d arrived, Lori answered in her best military voice. “I’m such a good little soldier, I follow orders to letter. I wasn’t able to phone till a few minutes ago. And I am almost positive he was woken up out of a sound sleep.”

Donovan shook his head and snorted. He could picture her with her tongue planted firmly in her cheek. He knew he was going to be on the phone in the morning listening to Harry rant about her antics. He tried to be admonishing but couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice, “Good little soldier, since when? Remind me why I put up with you? Can I surmise you were your charming self as always when you called him?”

“Of course, and you put up with me because you absolutely adore my award winning personality, remember?” She answered. “Please tell me I don’t have your little amateur minions to thank for furnishing my accommodations and they don’t have a clue I’ve descended on to their territory. Last thing I need to deal with is them trying to tail me or interfere with my task at hand.”

If it had been anyone but Lori, Donovan would have been deeply offended and indignant by her last remark regarding his people in London. He replied, “Of course not, saw to it personally and hired a very reliable domestic service for the task. And as to notifying them of your presence, they haven’t a clue it’s you. They have been given the same Intel as the MI-5 operatives. You know better. There are only three people in the world who know your real purpose.”

All the while, they’d been chatting, Lori had been unpacking her cases. Leaving the laptop for last, before she opened it, she put on her best business like tone to finish the conversation “I do have one very important matter then I’ll let you go for the night.”

“And that would be?” Donovan asked hoping she was playing with him and there hadn’t been a development this early in the operation other than managing to irritate the life out of his friend, Harry.

“The laptop, I haven’t fired it up can I be assured you set it up as asked?”

Donovan rolled his eyes. “Yes, your FSN Detroit feed is on it. There is a cable in the bag. You can hook it up directly to the flat screen. And as an extra added bonus I got the NHL Center Ice package. Everything classified is accessible strictly through the Blackberry. You have the only pass code. ”

“You are the best Donovan. I don’t care what they say about you,”   She teased, “Goodnight you big old teddy bear. I’ll never tell you are such the push over. The DVD’s were a nice touch and I loved the roses, you know black is my color. Oh and by the way, Lucas North is quite charming.” 

She was gone before he had a chance to process the last statement let alone respond to it. Donovan stared at the receiver on his phone for a full minute before returning it to its cradle. He wondered how she had already made contact with Lucas, but just shrugged knowing he was dealing with the best of the best and shouldn’t be surprised by anything she accomplished and in what time frame.

Dialing up the surveillance feed into Lucas’ apartment from her Blackberry, Lori was pleased to find him in his bed. He was on his stomach and appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Quite a bit had been accomplished since landing in England. She’d managed to make initial contact with Lucas, even if it had been quite by accident. Then managed to rile up the unflappable Harry Pearce, an extra added bonus.  But there was a fine line to walk where he was concerned. And finally Donovan had fallen back into the old routine, as if two years hadn’t passed. 

Propping up the blackberry against the lamp on the end stand to keep it in her line of vision, she fired up the laptop. Decisions, decisions whether to do some work or check out the scores, her work ethic won out, she accessed the server for the Development Company. Skimming the e-mails, she determined there was nothing of consequences which couldn’t wait till later on in the day. Next order of business was to review the schematics for the renovations at Thames House. She took the time to setup access for MI-5 to the project page. It would give them all the reports, schedules, etc. electronically. This would help them to keep tabs on the renovation without too much effort. She shot off a standard notification e-mail to the MI-5 address that had been provided.   In her experience, giving information and cooperation without being asked went a long way towards keeping government types off your back and out of your business.

Her body betrayed its weariness with a yawn. One last thing had to be accomplished before the night could end. She took out a piece of writing paper and scribbled a quick note. Opening the door to the hall, she scanned it for any activity. Finding it empty, slipped across to #1 and slid the note under the door. Returning to her place, she took one last look at Lucas sleeping. Shut down the Blackberry, plugged it in to charge. Pulled out the pillow and quilt that always traveled with her. Lay down on the couch, covered up and crashed for a few precious hours of sleep.

 

Comments

( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
moxielegal
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:28 pm (UTC)
Oooh, she's a piece of work, isn't she?!

eagerly awaiting next epi..
lsm71059
Feb. 1st, 2009 05:38 pm (UTC)
Hey, I resemble that remark. ;)
Glad you like it.
moxielegal
Feb. 1st, 2009 06:39 pm (UTC)
Scary.

I don't know anyone else who uses the expression 'I resemble that remark'.

I'm friend you... ;)
lsm71059
Feb. 1st, 2009 09:20 pm (UTC)
That's pretty much everyday standard fair for me. along with about a hundred other quips. Thanks for friending me. Love the icon! Dr. Horrible is the bomb! Patiently waiting for the sequel, I'm looking at you Joss Whedon
leslieg
Feb. 1st, 2009 07:31 pm (UTC)
Love it, love it, love it!!! And love Lori too! Any one who does hockey is great in this Canuck's mind!

lsm71059
Feb. 1st, 2009 09:17 pm (UTC)
Oooh, Vancover, weren't you the lucky ones to snap up Mats Sundin. He's part of the "Swedish Mafia" don't you know? Oh and those Sedin twins.....ok, I'm back now from daydream starring them.

Good to hear you are enjoying the story.
leslieg
Feb. 1st, 2009 10:13 pm (UTC)
Actually, Canuck is also a general term for Canadian. Being from down east, I grew up a Canadiens fan, but now I live outside Ottawa, it's Go Sens Go, even if they are having a disastrous season!
lsm71059
Feb. 1st, 2009 10:30 pm (UTC)
Ah, got it. Sorry about your season but that's what the Sens get for trading away one of the best looking Defensemen in the league. Yes, Wade Redden stars in a few of my daydreams too. Are you sensing a trend here?

Canadians are having a banner year in the Century celebration.
lynbryt
Feb. 1st, 2009 10:43 pm (UTC)
What an assignment. Having to keep an eye on Lucas while he sleeps. Are their camera everywhere? :-) I am really starting to like Lori.

Thanks
lsm71059
Feb. 1st, 2009 11:24 pm (UTC)
Yea, it's a really tough job to do that kind of surveillance. But it is vital, because as we know that's when he has some of his roughest times. She is tapping into MI-5's surveillance so we will find out just where they have positioned the cameras.

I'm delighted you are beginning to like her. Hopefully, that will continue.
herby_chick
Feb. 16th, 2009 04:06 pm (UTC)
Loving it!

So she's flapped the un-flappable Harry! As much as I love him, I do feel the urge to poke him with a stick occasionally.

Unfortunately, work calls (filthy lucre, pah!) so I shall have to return later, and I shall!
lsm71059
Feb. 16th, 2009 05:14 pm (UTC)
Happy you are enjoying the story. Yes, the urge to poke Harry can be undeniable.
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