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GCPD meets London

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[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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It was by mistake.

[He cleared his throat, feeling blood rush to his face as realization began to sink in. He glances over his shoulder, trying to decipher exactly how close she was to him (which was dumb; she is clearly pressed up against him).]

...Where is your other hand?

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ERM.....

[Louise slowly withdrew her arm and hand from between his thighs with an audible clearing of the throat.]

I---I thought it was the positioning of the duvet.

[With the removal of her hand, Jim slides out of bed, fixes his clothes a minute and excuses himself to the restroom half out of embarrassment and something else he couldn't quite put a finger on.

He goes through his routine of brushing his teeth and shaving his face before coming back out of the bathroom, looking her over.]

How's the shoulder?

[There might have been a desperation to change the topic.]

[She coughed, turning away as he exited, silently cursing herself for mortifying this man who she'd only just come to know in the last week.

She barely knew him. So why had her sleep been filled with the thought of kissing him? She hadn't felt much of an attraction up to that point. Rationalising it to herself that it was probably just her brain's reaction to the fact that she'd had to kiss him earlier that evening in order to escape certain death.

Right. That's what it HAD to be.

When Jim emerged from the toilet and just stood there, looking at her, she was already dressed, sitting at the table, immediately forcing a smile.]

Better now that I've attempted to change the bandages and applied more antibiotic ointment to the sutures.

Do you watch the tennis? Just saw on BBC Online that Andy Murray is poised to get his second grand slam!

[He was going to offer to help her with that, but he wasn't entirely surprised she did it herself given what just transpired. At her question it took him a blink and vague nod before really understanding her question.]

Oh, um, that's great!

[He didn't watch that much tennis, nor knew who Andy Murray was.]

Ever get the chance to go to any matches...?

[AWKWARD]

Erm...

[V., V. AWKWARD]

I wish! I don't make the kind of salary that could afford tickets to the matches....

[Her voice trailed off, and she bit her lip, looking anxious for a moment before trying to force it again.]

Haven't heard from HQ yet...what you reckon, you think we ought to make a go of it and get out of here?

[And moreover, if he had touched her bare skin, even if to change the bandage, Louise felt she might implode at the odd feelings that were currently still at war within her.]

[He finds his shirt left on the chair back and pulls it over, buttoning it as he watches her body language, looking for a way where it wouldn't be so awkward between them. (He probably shouldn't dress in front of her).]

I say we go, find some coffee and see how we can sort this shit out.

[He needed a desk and a board to see everything in a bigger picture. If they'd deny him that, this room would soon become his office.]

[She agreed, and they both packed up and set out into the city, arriving at a Prêt-À-Manger right by Westminster Abbey, settling into a high-top booth. It wasn't a proper murderboard, but Louise's police's notebook would have to do.]

So. Wiles has struck here, and here. I've had the thought...that maybe-

[Her mobile rang. HQ.]

They want us back at Scotland Yard. NOW.

[Jim sipped at his coffee, listening to the explanation and pointing out a few details and potential hideouts of snipers and getaway plans when her phone rang.]

Then let's go.

[At Scotland Yard, they were met with stern looks as they entered through the doors. If you asked Jim, it was too early for this, but it wasn't anything new. This may not be Gotham City, but he knew what was coming. Glancing over to Louise before entering the office, he wondered if she saw this coming. Surely she had to.

Lestrade simply looked furious, and Jim sighed as he knew what was coming.]

[After her mentor dressed them both down, Louise was filled with rage as both she and Jim were dismissed down the hallway.]

That man....NEVER talked down to me. He never HAD to.

Not until I met YOU.

[Louise fumed, all of her passion directed at her partner.]

YOU FUCK!

[The redhead attempted to level a punch at the New Yorker, but almost half-heartedly.]

[Was this what it's like having a female partner? Granted, Jim got his own tongue lashing from Harvey a good number of times, but she had to see this coming!

He catches onto her explosive outburst, catching her before she could land a blow on him. Standing there holding her wrist, he's giving her a look both out of surprise he managed to have perfect timing and that she actually lashed out at him like this. Reacting, he pulls her into an adjacent office that happened to be empty. Once inside, he still hold his grip, though gentler.]

If I let go, you're not going to try that again, OK?

[His intent is entirely serious before he does exactly as said.]

There is no reason for you to attack me like that. I'm your partner, not your punching bag. Louise, you had to see that coming! We weren't suppose to leave the safe house and yet we did, so of course he's pissed, and there's some wackjob running around London with the PD as their target!

[Jim's tirade fell on deaf ears, as she fumed and huffed under his grasp. However, the feelings that were running high at the moment bled into one another in that second, and her fierce eyes met his as she listened to him rant. Before he could finish, Louise pulled him to her in a long, heated kiss.]

Sorry.

[This must've been a roller coaster of a ride emotionally for Jim. One minute he's running for his life, sleep deprived and shooting targets, the next he's woken up with Louise pressed against him and with one hand in a complicated position which he'd be lying if he hadn't been 100% innocent in his thoughts on the matter. And now she was kissing him and not even for the first time. It was like having an out of body experience as she pulled back and apologized, and yet the next thing he knew he was pulling her right back in to return the kiss.

It wasn't until the door opened and someone stood there clearing their throat did Jim break away and he moved out of the room to collect whatever it was to continue working on their draft board on the case.]

[When she broke apart from him initially to apologise and excuse herself, it was just a brief moment of shock that punctuated Louise's expression as she then realised that he was pulling her towards him for another go, and this time, she wasted no time in fully enveloping him in an embrace-]

AHH! Damn!

[Her shoulder injury gave her a sharp reminder that, yes, it was still there, and unhappy at the sudden movement. The redhead winced for a split second before readjusting her position and resuming the claim she'd just laid upon Jim's lips.

...Just then, the doors swung open and the two of them flew apart amidst awkward coughing and clearing of a few throats. Following Jim's suit, Louise brushed her hair back behind her ears and collected her papers and notes and scurried out the door.

Moving into an empty interrogation room some feet away from where they'd been caught out, she dumped all of her things upon the long table before leaning back up against the wall, her head knocking back with a small thud.]

I--don't know what happened back there, I---it won't happen again. I don't know what I was thinking.

It's fine; I'm sorry.

[His voice was neutral as he acted like nothing had happened just then, though his body language proved otherwise as he moved about awkwardly and shuffling through papers with little interest and rereading lines over and over again.

It took longer than desired, but with their combined efforts, they managed to pull a bulletin board together with some extra penciled in notes. Eventually the day was growing late and Jim sat at a desk with his feet propped, staring at the board.]

They're looking for another target where we might go... They said they got the guys who placed the bomb, but you and I know they aren't who we're really looking for.

Don't be sorry--

JIM. Please.

[She wanted to talk, to reason, but it was clear he was trying valiantly to shut it off.

So, she went with it, placing all the markers upon the murderboard, and adding adjunct notes of her own before collapsing much like he did in a chair. ]

We've got to find Wiles himself.

[Her eyes lazily focused on him.]

But first, I need a shower, and then a bite to eat.

The sun was casting deeper shadows within the office and more people were gradually trickling out as the night crew began trickling in. Jim was staring at the bulletin board when Louise announced that she'd be taking a shower and finding food when her mobile phone started buzzing before she made a motion to leave.

Jim and another officer in the room glanced over to it briefly. "Is it Lestrade?" Had he left already?

Louise looked at Jim with a terrified expression. Slowly, the redhead picked up and answered. Hearing the conditions set by the obviously pixelated voice, she set her phone down, looking at him with intense blue irises.

"Wiles is landing via private jet on an airstrip 30 miles northwest of London at 3:39 AM."

Jim's face fell flat at his brows knitted tightly, "Who was that?" He didn't like Louise's expression at all, and if he were to guess, that wasn't Lestrade.

The conversation wasn't long enough to trace it, even if they had a chance, and this posed other risks. "It might be a trap."

[She placed the phone upon the table and folded her hands.]

And it could be they've got a mole on the inside. Someone took a lot of time hacking into our mainframe to get that number.

Jim sighs, taking a moment to scrub at his face and sigh, looking towards the other officer sharing the space with them. Then he shrugs and taps his hand on the desk in front of him, "We have to check it out."

It had been their only new info all day, and even though this could be an entire risk, it had to be acted upon.

Louise looked at the officer stationed at the door.

"Tell Lestrade to assemble a SWAT team on the ground; we've no choice but to go in."

The officer nodded and left the room quietly. Louise put her head into her hands and let out a sigh of her own.

"This channel was heavily encrypted, Jim. Whomever is trying to access me is doing so out of fear. I could hear it in the caller's voice, garbled as it was. It's someone in, who wants OUT."

...Something the redhead knew a thing or three about.

Jim nods, "We'll need to get the airport authorities on the phone, cross check the passenger list, and go from there."

He assigns that task to another officer as he makes a motion to call Lestrade and update this info. Louise had been in the force long enough and has experience. He didn't judge that any other way.

Before long, Louise and Jim were in the car, the unmarked van lagging behind about a half-kilometre back so as not to draw attention. The detective was at the wheel, and she propped her elbow upon the window ledge, running a hand across the smooth side of her chignon.

"You kissed me with intent, back there. Why?"

She idly glanced at him from her position behind the wheel, at least 25 miles ahead of them before reaching the airstrip.

Jim was sitting up as best as he could in his seat, adjusting his Kevlar vest when she broke the silence between them. And of all questions, that one.

There's a pause, "You want to talk about this now?" There's a slight huff of irritation, being impressed she brought it up now with an entire SWAT team sitting just back behind them. Luckily it was sealed off from them.

"Do I have to have a reason?" Jim Gordon, master at talking about feelings.

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