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Overnight Therapy - Chapter Eleven

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: Between Episodes 7.03 & 7.04)


Chapter Eleven

Lori’s heart skipped a beat with surprise when Lucas reached out to take her hand. She barely heard him speaking so softly , “Stay, please.”


All she could think to do was turn back to him without saying a word, keep a hold of his hand and take a seat on the arm of the sofa beside him to, in a small way, reassure him she was not going anywhere. Lucas slid down the couch pulling her down gently beside him using his free hand to rearrange the quilt so it covered both of them. She held his hand under the quilt stroking the top of it with her thumb.

After they sat in silence for a time, Lori said, “I didn’t mean to disturb your sleep. You looked like you needed a pillow behind your head.”

Lucas gave her his half smile responding, “I wasn’t asleep, just resting my eyes.”

She asked, “Would you like to stretch out and continuing resting your eyes?”

He said, “Thank you for the offer but regretfully I must decline. I have to be leaving for work soon.”

Getting up, releasing his hand, Lori insisted, “Then I must make you breakfast, can’t have you going to work on an empty stomach.”

Lucas followed her to the kitchen. He leaned against the door jam as he watched her cook. Lori was concerned her tea making abilities would not be up to British standards, but gave it her best effort. He didn’t spit it out or grimace when he tasted it, so she must have done alright.

While she made the French toast and sausages, she asked, “So what made you decide on “The Sting” for us to watch?”

He’d smiled and reached into his jeans back pocket pulling out a post-it note to hand to her. Lori recognized Donovan’s bold handwriting. It said “Lori’s All Time Favorite”. She laughed out loud and teased, “Here I thought you had psychic abilities. I should have known there would be a logical explanation for it.”

Lori drowned the fluffy French toast and sausages in maple syrup. By the way, he had cleaned his plate, Lucas must have liked it. After they finished eating, Lucas looked at his watch, saying he’d have to be on his way. He said, “Can I give you a hand with the dishes before I leave?”

Lori waved off his offer saying, “I’ll do them later. You get going and have yourself a good day.”

She handed him his coat and gave him a hug and kissed both cheeks. Taking it from her, He hugged her back and returned the kisses before crossing the hall. Lori closed the door behind him smiling and thinking, “That went well; too bad it had to happen because of his night terrors.”

Lori quickly cleared away the breakfast dishes and washed them letting them air dry. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she pulled her Blackberry out of her coat pocket flipping it over to the surveillance mode. She caught Lucas going out the door and was pleased to see him have a smile on his face as he left.

Lori plugged in the Blackberry to charge, set it to ring mode and laid it on the end table. She arranged the pillows on the sofa and wrapped herself in the quilt stretching out to catch some shut eye.


The phone ringing woke her out of a dead sleep. She reached for it looking at the display and groaned. She answered in a voice husky with sleep, “Seriously Donovan, I’m doing fine. You didn’t have to call and check on me.”

“Well, as much as I’d like to take credit for being that sensitive, it is not the reason for my call,” Donovan said in his all business no nonsense voice. “Thought you might like to know that someone at MI-5 requested a background check on you moments ago, and they didn’t use Sam Smith to do it. It was done under your real name.” 

Lori sighed. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“You don’t seem too concerned,” Donovan said.

“Well, there is only one person I know of that knows my real name over there. And if he wants to check on me, I’m ok with that.”

“In that case, I’ll release the report and copy you,” Donovan said. In a lighter tone, he asked, “Oh, by the way, did I have the pleasure of being your wake up call? Please say yes, it will make my morning.”

“Paybacks, Donovan, paybacks,” Lori answered in a voice he couldn’t be sure was teasing or threatening.

“On that note, got your six Kid,“ Donovan said.

“And I, yours,” Lori said. “I’ll let you know if it wasn’t Lucas. You have yourself a lovely day.”

“You too,” Donovan said before disconnecting. He leaned back in his chair and pondered the enigma that was Lori “Snoopy” “Sam Smith” Lemon Gojanović Montgomery. He loved her to pieces. But she could drive to him to distraction faster than anyone he’d known his entire life. He knew he was the reason she was doing what she was. She was a risk taker that got results. She had caused him more gray hairs than he could count over the years. If she hadn’t taken a risk thirty years ago, he and a team of Navy Seals wouldn’t be alive to have all those gray hairs. He remembered like it was yesterday how they had met and become entwined in each other’s lives.

Lori had flown a helicopter full of Navy Seals to rescue him off a foreign freighter off the Ivory Coast. He’d been in the hold of the ship going on six months, tortured and starved almost to the brink of death. When they recovered him, he’d weighed less than 100 pounds. 

The rescue had been compromised half way through. The freighter had been set ablaze. The Seals hadn’t time to make it back to the rafts which were on the opposite side of the fire. They had to swim away from the flames, one of them carrying Donovan on his back. As they tread water, Lori circled round to their location dropping the rescue lines to them. Lori would not leave without her full load. She’d hovered fifteen minutes longer than the normal fuel window allowed and was on Emergency Reserves. Everyone made it back on board with their recovery in tow.

When they landed on the Aircraft Carrier, Donovan thought he was dreaming. He was free from his captors and on US turf. While leaving the flight deck, he could hear the CO dressing down Lori for taking the risk of flying the chopper longer than the allotted window. Even in his weakened state, he wanted to get up off the gurney they had put him on to transport him to sick bay and give the CO a piece of his mind for dressing down one of his heroes in front of everyone. But he passed out.

Twenty-Four hours later, he woke in total terror from a vivid nightmare. A warm hand was holding his. A soothing voice whispered in his ear everything was fine, he was safe now. He looked up into the warmest brown eyes he’d ever seen. She told him in a firm but kind voice he needed to eat. It was the tone of voice you obeyed without question. She fed him clear chicken broth slowly. Every drop tasted like heaven.

When he’d finished eating, the Ship’s Doctor came over to examine him. He’d asked Donovan’s kind angel to step aside. Donovan panicked at the thought of her leaving. He begged the Doctor to let her stay. She simply had put his hand in hers and quipped the MP’s would have to drag her off at gun point before she would leave and even then they’d be up for a fight to make her leave.

For the first week of his recovery, Lori only left his side long enough to shower once a day and when nature called. Every time he woke, she was there holding his hand, talking him off the ledge he felt like he was hovering on. On the third day, he was lucid enough to ask her how long she had been a nurse. She looked very young to him. Her sweet laugh rang out all over sick bay. 

The Doctor came over with the CO trailing not far behind him. They dismissed her. She saluted and promised Donovan with a smile she wouldn’t be far away. He’d wanted to know what was so funny. They explained to him that she was not a nurse but the chopper pilot who had flown his rescue mission. He couldn’t have been more stunned. The CO gave him all the details of the mission and told him Lori had been grounded pending review of her actions. He concluded with, “And so Commander, if it’s alright with you Lieutenant Lemon will be assigned to you for the duration of your stay with us. Doc tells me that she seems to be doing you more good than he can at this point. Frankly, you would be doing me a huge favor to accept. She has been relentless in her pursuit to get back in the air.”

Donovan accepted the CO’s offer without hesitation. He couldn’t explain it, but only when she was around did he feel calm and safe. The CO informed Lori of her new assignment. She’d acted stoic like it was the worse thing in the world to be grounded, but Donovan caught her winking at him in the middle of the CO’s speech. She’d assured Donovan after she wouldn’t want to have any other assignment than making him better. She could fly anytime, but how often did she get the chance to truly make a difference like this. And she teased him by saying he better make her look good by getting better faster than the medical team expected or else he’d have to answer to her.

A week into his recovery, he had requested at their earliest convenience, to see the Seals that had rescued him to thank them. Within the hour they were at his bedside joking that had they not come down right away, Lori would see to it they were dropped and not picked up the next time out. Somehow, Donovan wasn’t so sure there hadn’t been a hint of truth to their joking but he could tell they all respected her. She could be quite formidable at times and had a way of making things happen in a very timely manner. He’d witnessed it first hand.

At his request, he was allowed to stay on the Carrier instead of being MedVac out to a Naval Hospital. He was afraid they wouldn’t Lori go with him if he did leave. After the investigation of her actions had been completed, Lori was cleared of all negligence and cleared to fly. But she chose to continue on her current assignment. 

By the time they docked in Norfolk, he’d managed to gain 40 lbs. due to good nutrition and Lori’s constant vigilance that he eat everything she put in front of him. The night terrors had lessened but when they did happen, she was right there holding his hand. On the day they departed the Aircraft Carrier at the end of the tour of duty, she’d given him a blank journal with a Mont Blanc pen. Told him it was very therapeutic to write down those things he couldn’t voice. How right she had been.

Donovan took her with him to his new posting in the Pentagon. She had warned him he better think twice before he did, that she would never change and always be a handful to deal with. He’d smiled and told her that was one handful he’d gladly deal with the rest of his life. He needed her close to him more than he cared to admit. It was almost twenty years later when he asked her why she had taken on his recovery. Lori being Lori answered in her non-answer way with a wink saying, “Hey, you know me.”   

This current operation should be safe, but you never knew when dealing with her. She had a talent for being in the wrong place at the right time. He thought, “If she was a cat, Lori would be on life eight and a half.”
He knew better than to dwell on Lori and her work. It would drive him insane with worry if he did. Donovan released the report to MI-5 copying Lori and moved on with his hectic day.


Lori chuckled as she hung up her Blackberry. That was twice in less than a week Donovan had hung up on her before she could do it to him. She lay on the couch for another quarter of an hour contemplating what Lucas would be thinking as he read her background check. And if it would change their dynamic, she hoped not.

Giving into the inevitable, she rose from the sofa, stuffed her Blackberry in her back pocket, folded the quilt, stowed it along with the pillows in the window seat and headed for the kitchen to get some caffeine and a bite to eat. A coke, a bag of Ruffles potato chips and a couple of frozen Twinkies fit the bill for now. She thought as she stuffed down one of the Twinkies, “Eric would be so proud of my nutritional choices, NOT!”

After consuming her oh so nutritional food, Lori went to the Living Room to retrieve her Snoopy messenger bag that lay under the end table and her jacket. She tossed the jacket on the bed on her way past, and took the messenger bag to the back office to unpack her laptop. Plugging it in and powering it up, she made a plan for the day.

Check in with New York. Catch up on e-mails. She hadn’t had a chance to yesterday; it had been a bit busy. Then after those two things were completed, a long hot luxurious bubble bath, it was one of the few “girlie” indulges she allowed herself. Then it would back to work, if needed. Or perhaps, with any luck, some quality couch potato time. But she wouldn’t hold her breath on getting to do the last one.

Her P.A. in New York, Cooper Barrett, answered his phone on the first ring with his brisk efficient ultra professional manner, “Sam Smith’s Office, Cooper Barrett speaking. How may I help you?”

“Hey, Coop,” Lori said. She could feel him cringing on the other end of the phone. He hated nicknames and preferred to be called Cooper or Mr. Barrett. But, he had to deal with it because everyone in her world either had a nickname or was referred to only by their last name.

“Ms. Smith, how kind of you to check in with me,” He said with a disapproving tone in his voice.

“Now, why do I find it hard to believe you think of me as kind? Anything going on since last Friday I should know of?” Lori said, not really wanting to deal with his tone.

“Other than Joe G. asking you get in touch, no,” Cooper answered.

“Joe G. is looking for me? And you didn’t try to get in touch with me right away? What’s wrong with you?” Lori questioned in her deathly calm voice.

Cooper knew that voice and was chagrined to be hearing it. He backpedaled quickly, “Sam, he called not more than a minute ago. I had just hung up with him when you called in,” Cooper said in a rush. Sam had told him on his first day of work a year ago there was only one rule he had to follow to the letter. That was if Joe G. was looking for her, Cooper was to move heaven and earth to let her know. And not stop, until he knew she knew to get in touch with Joe G. Cooper feared he would have his pink slip by close of business today.

“If you have anything else for me, e-mail it,” Lori said to him before abruptly hanging up. She had a more important call to make.

Joe Gianellie, the official owner of MP Enterprises, retired Navy Seal, retired Operative for the Agency and former partner to one Mr. Mark Donovan was solely responsible for putting over half of Donovan’s black ops team in their current covers and helping maintain them.   With a last name like Gianellie, many people assumed he was well connected to The Family. It opened many a door that would be closed to others. Joe G. had taken a personal interest in Lori after he saw her aptitude for the Development Business. He’d mentored her, teaching her everything he knew. It was like having a child of his own to pass on the business to, she had done him proud.

A call from him could mean the difference between life and death, literally if you were in the field. But if he was calling her assistant instead of her directly today, it meant Donovan had told him what went down yesterday and he had to hear for himself how she was. Lori dialed his private number. He answered it before it had a chance to ring even a full ring. He had a deep bass voice that had the faintest hint of his Brooklyn, New York Born accent. Joe G. said, “Good Morning, My Dear, or should I say Good Afternoon.”

“It’s all good when I have the opportunity to chat with you,” Lori said with genuine warmth and respect in her voice. She admired and cared for this man immensely.

“I’ve been neglecting you lately, and felt it was time we touched base,” Joe said. Trying to ease into inquiring about her trip yesterday, he asked “Did you enjoy the tickets on Saturday?”

“I did, thank you so much. Eric went with me. It was a grand time,” She answered.

“Excellent, and are you settled in London?” He continued his softball questions.

“Yes, Donovan saw to my comfort, Lori said. She had never lied to nor hid anything from Joe G. and wasn’t going to start now. He was the one person in the world she could tell anything to and how she really felt about a situation and he would listen offering advice without being judgmental. She dove in, “You want to know about yesterday. That’s the real reason for your call. “

“Yes,” He simply said waiting for her continue.

“It was not my first choice of things to do, but necessary. The read was very enlightening. And as always, Stephen had just the right thing to say to me,” Lori said with a wistful tone to her voice.

“And you are?” He prodded gently.

“I’m still processing, Lori answered honestly.

“You take all the time you need to process. This is something that even you can’t rush or put on a schedule. I’m sure it will all come together in its own time,” Joe G. said in his wise way. “I want you to take the rest of the week off from the renovation project. There is absolutely nothing that cannot wait until Monday. If you feel you must which I know you will, check your AliasSamSmith e-mail account but not the business one. Tend to the Lucas Project, only. Go take a nice long hot bath. I reminded Donovan to stock your favorite French Lilac Bubble Bath. You always feel better after a soak. And, Lori, I’ll know if you disobey my orders and won’t be pleased.”

“There is only one e-mail I need to send to MI-5 regarding access to the project for Monday. It will take less than a minute. Then I will be more than happy to follow your orders to the hilt, Mr. Gianelli,” Lori said lightly.

“Alright, I will allow that one business e-mail. As always, if you need an ear,” Joe G. said without finishing the statement. There was no need; she knew what the rest was.

“Joe,” she said softly.

“I know,” He answered just as soft before he disconnected. He knew how hard it was and wanted to give her all the time and space she needed.

Lori quickly logged on and shot off the e-mail regarding how site access worked to MI-5, then immediately logged off.   Some days she believed Joe G. monitored her every key stroke and how much time she spent on the company server. She checked her AliasSamSmith e-mail and replied to her guys.

Lori was able to get to her bath by 2:00 p.m. It was hot, heavenly and luxurious with the bubbles cascading down the side of the tub as she lowered her weary body fully into the tub. She lay there with her eyes closed not moving a muscle till the water grew tepid. She drained the water and turned on the shower to wash her hair and rinse off. Turning off the shower and toweling off, she felt like a new woman. The scent of lilac lingered in the air as she dried her hair. She lightly spritzed with the Lilac Body Spray that matched the bubble bath before donning a big white plush Turkish robe. It was too much bother to get dressed if all she had to do today, thanks to Joe G.’s orders, was be a couch potato.

By 4:00 p.m. she was ensconced on the sofa covered with her quilt, a glass of Coke and a bowel of Kettle Corn on the end table along with her Blackberry within reach, and “Twin Peaks” disc one in the DVD player. She pressed play and lost herself in to the show. Half way through Episode Seven, her Blackberry rang. She paused the DVD player, picked up the Blackberry to check the caller ID and smiled before answering on the third ring, “Lucas, how are you this evening? Are you ready to shoot me for keeping you up most of the night?”

Lucas answered her, “I am well and no, I had a lovely evening. It was well worth a little sleep deprivation.”

“Happy to hear it. What can I do for you?” Lori asked.

“I was wondering if you had your supper. If not, I thought we could go for a bite, my treat” Lucas said.

“No, I was just thinking about what I was going to fix tonight. Great minds think alike, don’t you know? I’d be delighted to join you!” Lori answered.

“Excellent, say twenty minutes?” Lucas asked.

“Perfect,” Lori said.

“See you then,” Lucas said before disconnecting.

It would give her just enough time to put the Living Room to rights and get dressed.




( 18 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 27th, 2009 01:26 am (UTC)
Can't wait to hear about their supper out! It's all fascinating!!!

More, please and thank you very much!!!!!

Feb. 27th, 2009 01:02 pm (UTC)
You are welcome, and glad you find it fascinating.
Feb. 27th, 2009 04:11 am (UTC)
Cool! More interesting characters in Lori's life and Donavan backstory. YEAH! Can't wait for their dinner and more banter. Thanks!
Feb. 27th, 2009 01:03 pm (UTC)
I did promise you'd have Donovan's backstory. You are welcome.
Feb. 27th, 2009 05:45 pm (UTC)
I Know! Thanks so much! Loving that Donovan back story. Joe G. is also very interesting. He may not know -precisely- about her "other" job (as only 3 people really do), but clearly he's a close 4th (the AliasSamSmith email?) and knows her very well...enough to know not only about her trip and what she would be doing there, but more importantly, her motivation for going, the need to read Steven's journal, and the sensitivity to give her time. A cool father figure. NICE! And don't we all wish we could have a boss like that?? ;-)
Feb. 28th, 2009 03:24 am (UTC)
Glad you loved Donovan's backstory. I loved writing it.

And Joe G. is a very interesting character indeed. He pretty much wrote himself.
Feb. 27th, 2009 05:03 am (UTC)
Lori certainly has some very devoted male friends in her life--lucky woman! Looking out for her well-being.

But it seems that the real love of her life--her late husband (#2) still possesses her heart.

Great storytelling! I'm intrigued to see where this is all going...
Feb. 27th, 2009 01:08 pm (UTC)
The men's devotion has been well earned by Lori. They are the lucky ones to have her. And yes, Stephen was the love of her life. He'll always posess a piece of heart. Thank you for the compliment.
Feb. 27th, 2009 10:36 am (UTC)
More developments and insights - and more banter! :) This is such a good story! Looking forward to reading about their supper. Thank you!
Feb. 27th, 2009 01:08 pm (UTC)
You are welcome. And thank you for the compliment.
Feb. 27th, 2009 04:58 pm (UTC)
I was really surprised by Lori's connection to Donavan.

Looking forward to the dinner.

Another great chapter. Thank you.
Feb. 28th, 2009 03:19 am (UTC)
Good surprised, I hope. Thank you for the compliment.
Mar. 2nd, 2009 09:24 pm (UTC)
Great Bond wallpapers from Spikesbint
All your super Lucas/Lori fic goes really well with the new "James Bond/Lucas" wallpaper Spikesbint designed...have you seen it?

Can't wait for Chapter 12...
Mar. 3rd, 2009 12:18 am (UTC)
Re: Great Bond wallpapers from Spikesbint
I have not seen it, link please. Chapter 12 may have to wait a bit. Seems life intruded in on my writing over the weekend. We had a electrical spike and killed close to $1000 in electronics which of course my homeowners insurance says they are not responsible for. So, as soon as that is sorted, I will get back to writing. Hang in there, Lucas will be worth the wait.
Mar. 4th, 2009 12:31 am (UTC)
Re: Great Bond wallpapers from Spikesbint
OH, so sorry to hear that. It does seem like it never covers what has been damaged.

Looking forward to 12 whenever you get to it.
Mar. 4th, 2009 01:58 am (UTC)
Re: Great Bond wallpapers from Spikesbint
I began working on it tonight. So hopefully you will have it soon.
Oct. 10th, 2009 11:29 pm (UTC)
Saw your latest post on Armitage Daily, and thought I'd give your fan fiction a try.

I've stayed away from fan fiction until now because I was pretty sure once I saw how much better everyone else is at it, I wouldn't finish what I'd started. I just finished writing my first ever fan fiction at the request of two friends, then offered it to three family members, then two internet friends. So, only 7 have read my story. Your very brave to put yours up for all to see.

Anyway, I've printed up the first chapters - up to this one to get started. Probably shouldn't have - the ink level in my printer is dropping rapidly!
Oct. 10th, 2009 11:57 pm (UTC)
Hope you are enjoying the story. Be brave, put it up. It takes all kinds of writers to entertain people.

I'd be happy to read yours. Good Luck with your endeavor.
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