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Overnight Therapy - Chapter Four

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: Episode 7.03)


Chapter Four

A loud persistent knocking sound woke Lori from a deep sleep. 

She sat up a bit disoriented looking around rubbing her eyes. She looked over at her phone to check the time it was 8:00 a.m. The knocking continued. She rolled off the couch and stumbled over to the door checking the peephole. She spoke through the door, “Yes, who is it?”


“Delivery Miss,” came the reply.

“From who, for whom?” she asked.

“It says here the sender is a Mr. Mark Donovan of MP Enterprises and recipient is a Miss Samantha Smith from the same company.”

As she slid the deadbolt the folded note on floor caught her eye, Lori recognized the paper as the same that had used to write her note to Lucas. She scooped the note up and deposited on the end table before unlocking and opening the door. She asked “where do I sign?’

The delivery man pointed to the proper line on the clipboard handing her a pen. She signed, handed the clipboard and pen back then held out her hand for the package trying to give him a kind smile even though she felt like murdering someone for having been woke up after only having 2 ½ hours of sleep.

“Here’s the first one Miss, the delivery man said handing her a package the equivalent size to a large FedEx box with an envelope taped to the front of it. “Where would like the rest put?”

“The rest?” Lori asked taking the box from him pulling off the envelope as they spoke.

“This is only one of fifteen, Miss. My orders were to give you this first, then bring up the rest.”

Lori slit open the envelope, took its contents and read:

Now that I know you have arrived, here is your wardrobe and the supplies to set up your office for the project along with a few items I had forgotten to have the service stock for you. I knew you would want to get started right away so I scheduled the first a.m. delivery I could get. Donovan

The delivery time was Donovan’s payback to her for having waked Harry Pearce in the middle of the night. Plus, as he well knew, Lori wasn’t much of a morning person. It had always been said about her you can ask for anything in the morning; just don’t expect a smile before 10:00 a.m. By the time she had read the note the delivery man had turned back around, headed out the door and down the stairs to start the process of bringing up her delivery. He and three other men returned with the first load.

“Come through and I’ll show you where you can stack the boxes,” Lori said motioning for them to follow her. She sat the first box on the dining table, as they made their way past it and down the hall to back room which had been converted into an office. There was a desk, chair, draftsman table and file cabinet. “Set them anywhere you like in here.”

Lori followed them back out as far as the living room. She looked longingly at the pillow and the quilt on couch, but knew there would be no getting back to it anytime in the near future. Lori picked up the note from the end table flipping it open to read the contents. She smiled as she read Lucas’ response. Establishing a connection with him was going faster than expected.

After three more trips, the delivery men had finished their task leaving Lori with a promise they’d return late this afternoon to retrieve the empty boxes. She thanked them and sent them on their way.

“Damn, Donovan, he arranged the box pick up so I can’t go back to sleep till I’ve unpacked. He is evil incarnate,” Lori said to the boxes in the office. With a deep sigh, she slit open the first box and went about the task of emptying the boxes. Four hours later, there was one box left to open and all the rest of the contents had been sorted and stowed. The empty boxes lay scattered up and down the hall where they had not to subtlety been thrown.

Lori heard her cell phone ringing out in the living room. She kicked the boxes and cursed her way to it. She noted the display, and answered her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Donovan, my darling, how lovely to hear from you.”
Donovan let a few beats go by before responding, “How kind of you to say, My Dear. Paybacks are hell; you of all people should know that by now.”

“Point taken, lesson learned. I’ll not be waking up Harry Pearce any more in the middle of the night without a damn good reason,” Lori said. “Has he complained?”

“Oddly, no, I was sure he’d be on the phone first thing this morning. I urge you though to try and make nice with him. If not for his, for my sake,” Donovan stated. “Harry isn’t such a bad fellow, just a bit straight laced for your taste.”

“Fair enough,” Lori said. “I am impressed you were so inspirational in your payback. It was worthy of something I would think of and execute.”

“I learned at the knee of the master,” Donovan joked.

“That’s Mistress to you and best you never forget it,” Lori retorted.

“Enough with the banter, down to business,” Donovan said switching back to his no nonsense voice. “Have you had a chance to go through all the boxes?”

“All but one,” Lori answered, “Oh yea, plus the small one that was the first to be delivered.”

“Open the small one now,” Donovan said cryptically.

“Alright,” Lori said walking over to the table, picking up the box sliding it open. She dumped the contents on the table. Out came a Red Wings sweater along with a Red Wings hoodie in what appeared to be their original packaging. She opened both packages, slid out the contents and unfolded them revealing the files inside. “I like the way you deliver information, Donovan. It has a certain flair.”

“Somehow, I knew you would,” He responded. “But don’t get used to the Red Wings gear, that stuff is expensive.”

She chuckled into the phone, “What? I’m not worth it?”

“Don’t start,” Donovan said. “I’ve got a breakfast meeting to get to. You know how to reach Me.” then hung up. She had to smile at his abrupt departure. He had wanted to get the last word and knew what a habit she made of hanging up on him without so much as a goodbye.

Lori tossed the gear over a chair, stuffed the packaging back into the box, then picked up the files to flip through. They were the summary reports of her past cases over the last twenty years. The red file held the seven CIA operatives and the blue the other five she had taken on outside of the agency. She carried them back to the office, tossed them into the bottom file drawer, and turned her attention to the last box.

“Saved the best box for last,” she thought as she peered down into the box to find the contents of her bar stock from home plus one special bottle of Imperia Russian Vodka. She pulled it out to examine it. “I hope Lucas likes this.”

She moved the box to the kitchen, unloaded the bottles onto the back counter, took the box plus the others that had been in the hall and broke them down, stacking them neatly in the front room for the delivery men. It was time for lunch. She went for a quick shower and a change of clothes. Donned a baseball cap pulling her wet hair through the back of it, put on her coat, grabbed her keys, wallet, cell phone and the little box. She headed for the garbage bin around back to toss the box before heading over to the Sandwich Shoppe on the corner for a bite to eat.

It was close to 4:00 p.m. by the time she returned. Walking in Lori tossed her keys and wallet on to the side table. They landed on top of the response from Lucas. She slid the piece of paper out from under, flipped it open to reread his response. Lori decided to put her answer under his on the same piece of paper.

#1 – Thanks for taking me up on my offer for a drink. I’m looking forward to it. See you later tonight. - #2

“There, that should be ambiguous enough if his associates decide to be nosy and read this,” Lori thought as she crossed the hall to slide the note under Lucas’ door. The delivery man from earlier in the day was making his way up the stairs as she returned. Lori let him in. He was impressed the boxes had been broken down and were ready to be removed. Making two bundles, it was easy to take them out all together in one trip.

Closing the door after him, Lori headed for the kitchen to make Chili. It was high in protein and fiber plus could be put in the crock pot and consumed anytime. There were two important elements to her method. They were to get them to confide in her and to make sure they ate. Most had come back malnourished plus they would internalize their ordeals and fears of rejoining normal life. Finding a box of corn muffin mix in the cupboard, Lori did a batch of them to go with the chili.

While they were baking, she checked her e-mail accounts. The first was the MP Enterprises used for the construction business. Next was her personal account used by family and friends. And last but certainly not least was the special one, AliasSamSmith, which was only given to and used by her twelve guys. She wasn’t kidding when she had told Harry Pearce that Lucas would always believe in her. Most of her men had kept in touch on a regular basis with her. Lucas would complete her Baker’s dozen and she vowed he would be the last.


The timer went off just as she finished with the first two e-mail accounts. The muffins came out of the oven golden brown. Between the Chili and the muffins, the apartment was beginning to smell delightful. She went back to her laptop to check the AliasSamSmith account. She had a short note from one of them saying he’d be in her hometown next week and would love to take her dinner. She sent her regrets telling him she’d been called out of town unexpectedly but hoped to catch him next time.


It was 6:00 p.m.; Lori had an inner debate with herself whether she had time to take a short nap. The sofa won the debate. Setting the alarm on her phone for 8:00 p.m., she flopped on to it covering from head to toe with the quilt. Sleep took over immediately.

After a very much needed two hour nap, Lori folded the quilt and stowed it along with the pillow in the window seat before going to brush her teeth, wash her face, curl hair and slip into a pale pink sweater matching it with a pair of black jeans. Sliding on her black socks with pink bows, she opted to take her boots with her to the front room. No need to put on shoes till she absolutely had to. According to the time, she had around 15 minutes before Lucas was due, may as well make the calls home to check in with the family while she waited.

Nine O’clock came and went. Having been in the game for so long, it did not surprise her Lucas was not on time. She hoped he hadn’t changed his mind. Using the Blackberry, Lori did a quick look through the surveillance cameras in his place. Nope, no one was home. Lori didn’t want to start a movie in case the wait wasn’t that long. She took the time to figure out how the laptop hooked up to the flat screen. Within a matter of minutes, she was ensconced on the sofa watching the feeds from home that Donovan was so kind to arrange.

A little after 10:00 p.m. her Blackberry rang. Switching back from the surveillance feed, she answered, “What can I do for you Donovan?”

“Where are you?” He asked.

“Sitting on my sofa," Lori responded.

“Harry Pearce has had a development regarding Lucas he felt he should report directly to you immediately.” Donovan reported. “Do you want to speak to him, or should I make him go through me?”

Lori thought about it for a moment, then decided if she was meeting Lucas tonight any and all up to date information would be valuable. She said simply “I’ll call him.”

“Call me if you need me,” Donovan said before disconnecting.

Lori dialed Harry’s mobile. He answered on the second ring. “Harry Pearce.”

“Donovan asked me to ring you.” Lori said using her soothing voice.

Pleased she had called him directly instead making him go through Donovan, he responded pleasantly but with concern in his voice, “Lucas has remembered key information. Unfortunately, it came at the expense of him having to relive some of his days of torture. He seemed very stoic but I am concerned.”

Lori let the breath out she had been holding when he finished speaking. She thanked him for the information then assured him she would be in touch soon. This gave her good insight what Lucas’ mindset would be tonight. She hoped he would come by for that drink. But if he opted not to, she was going to knock on his door under the premise she hoped he had seen the note and knew she available this evening.

She was watching the hockey highlights show when out of the corner of her eye, Lucas was spotted on the surveillance camera walking into his place and retrieving the note.




( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 6th, 2009 08:25 pm (UTC)
Leave us dangling much?! Tee hee! You're trying to join the ranks of cliffhanger queens.

Love gaining further insight into what Lori is doing there. More, please and thank you!
Feb. 7th, 2009 03:39 am (UTC)
You are once again quite welcome. Oh, I don't know. Some authors leave quite worse cliffhangers. But don't fret, I'm working on the next chapter. It is greatly appreciated to know you what you like about the story.
Feb. 10th, 2009 01:40 am (UTC)
Okay, so....come on I'm dyin' here!
Hi! A little antsy in my subject line? ;-)
Just came across your work and read all 4 chapters. NICE! VERY well written! I LIKE Lori and can't wait to see where this is going!! I especially love that she crashes on the sofa under a quilt (like so many of us..and Kinsey Milhoune... ;-) and that she likes hockey (my siblings are L.A. Kings fans - RIP - who've dragged me to games - cool - and loved Matti Norstrom - another Swedish Mafia member(?) My bro wrote me flipping when he was traded in the last MINUTES of open trade. So low. Boo Kings.) Thanks again for a great read. Can't wait! Soon? Or is life "happening?"
Feb. 10th, 2009 05:24 am (UTC)
Re: Okay, so....come on I'm dyin' here!
Thank you for the compliment. Sorry for the delay in posting chapter five. I was half way through writing it when I lost the flash drive it was on. So, it was back to recreating what I had previously wrote plus finishing the chapter. It should be posted later today.
Feb. 10th, 2009 05:56 pm (UTC)
Re: Okay, so....come on I'm dyin' here!
Oh NO! I've done that and it's The Worst! The pain and teeth-grinding annoyance of having to recreate lost work combined with the waste of time... I'm very sorry. Whenver you have a chance to post it, I'd love to read it, but considering...be kind to your self! ;-) Thanks again. Whenever you post I know it'll be a great read.

Had a thought as to how bizarre and fun it is that, via LJ, etc., so many of us have gone back in time to enjoy reading in a serialized format...How like the Victorians we are, a la enjoying Dickens in a mag. (Just my musing for the day. Pay me no heed.) ;-) Thanks again, in advance!

Feb. 10th, 2009 08:05 pm (UTC)
Re: Okay, so....come on I'm dyin' here!
In case you didn't see it, I posted Chapter Five earlier today.
Feb. 11th, 2009 12:23 am (UTC)
Re: Okay, so....come on I'm dyin' here!
Thanks so much! No, I didn't see it...day from hell. Will be glad to print out, take home, and have a nice, end-of-the-day read!! Thanks for the heads up. Sorry about the prior garbled message. As I said, that kind of day. THANKS!
Feb. 26th, 2009 01:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Okay, so....come on I'm dyin' here!
Those days seem to be more common than not. Enjoy the read.
Feb. 14th, 2009 10:43 am (UTC)
Fantastic! I'm hooked to that. Cant wait to find out those other names she has for him.
Do you mind if I friend you to keep you on track?
Feb. 14th, 2009 01:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the compliment. I don't mind at all that you want to keep to track.
Feb. 16th, 2009 11:04 pm (UTC)
The insights into Lori are very interesting.

I get the idea that she specializes in helping operatives who, for whatever reason (probably incarceration) have been out of the system for a while, get back into the swing of 'normal' life.

And, while I can see Harry's concern and can understand his reasoning, I can't help thinking that Lucas is going to be a little pi**ed at it all...
Feb. 17th, 2009 12:03 am (UTC)
Glad you find them interesting.

One of the main points made in the prologue was that only three people knew of her abilities. Just like the others, Lucas is never to know what Harry did to help him out.
Feb. 17th, 2009 12:57 am (UTC)
True, but he is her last case, and he is, well, Lucas. Am I seeing potential twists that aren't there?
Feb. 17th, 2009 12:58 am (UTC)
You'll have to keep reading to find out.
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