GCPD meets London

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Continued from here

[Louise stood up, pushing herself away from the wall, a grimace marring her delicate features as her shoulder made her wince slightly.]

The Falcones--they know your face, then, do they?

[Casing the cellar of the small tower block, she was looking for a lift that might take them up and inside the building, unseen. Taking her phone out of her blazer, she texted Lestrade back at HQ:

Check Chatham House, Charing Cross. See if vacancies. How soon can we rent one? Need to lay low for the time being. Keep this quiet. --L.]

They do.

[They knew the GCPD far too well, if you asked Jim. As she looked in one area, he looked in another, checking on the people, taking note of each of their faces before meeting back with Louise.]

Find anything?

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[doomed_copper]

As Jim's touch escalated once they were both lying atop her duvet, the copper groaned from the depths of her throat, her fingers flickering from his tightened abdomen and onto his undergarments, easing them down across Gordon's slim hips at last, laying him completely bare before her. Louise's own breath feeling stifled, she laid back, arms above her head, an open invitation for dominance on the part of her partner. She needed this--not only had it been far, FAR too long, but the need for someone to seize her, have her, had been ignored even longer.