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Annie - Go With Your Gut
Fandom: Leverage/Covert Affairs
Title: Go With Your Gut
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer, Annie Walker, Joan Campbell.
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xoverland Challenge: Summer’s Baby
Content Warning: Spoilers for all aired episodes of both shows, just to be safe.
Summary: Joan asked to see her in her office.
Author’s Note: Part of my new series that I’m still trying to settle on a name for. Will get back to you when I do. There will be multiple parts.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to TNT and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Joan asked to see her in her office.
Joan never asked anyone to see her in her office.
Sure, there were moments when people were debriefed in her office, and there were times when people happened to have meetings there, but as far as Annie knew, it was only on very rare occasions that operatives were approached before they even walked in the door and heard Joan wants to see you in her office. ASAP.
It didn’t exactly give Annie warm and fuzzy feelings.
Not that she had been there long enough to know which mannerisms of Joan should give her warm and fuzzy feelings, but this one certainly didn’t. It sent a feeling of dread to the pit of her stomach, because either she was in trouble, or she was getting an assignment that she was going to have to keep very much under wraps, and neither of those ideas appealed to her. She went anyway, though, not wanting to piss Joan off more by avoiding her. She went directly to her boss’s office and shut the door behind her.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Annie, yes,” Joan said with a small smile, before gesturing to one of the chairs in front of her desk. “I have an assignment for you. Have a seat.”
“Is this a good assignment or a bad assignment?” Annie frowned, but doing as she was told and taking a seat. Joan smirked before handing her over a file.
“You did so well with the McAuley job, we figured we’d let you run with this one and see how you did.” Annie took the file from her and flipped it open as she continued to speak. “His name is Eliot Spencer. He’s what we call a retrieval specialist.”
The younger operative blinked. “He’s a thief.”
“He’s a thief trained by us,” Joan pointed out. “He left the agency some time ago, but there’s a case that warrants his attention, and we need you to bring him in. A man named Wallace Mordham is back in play, and we need to debrief him about what he knows about him.”
“Why do we need to debrief him?”
“Because Eliot’s the only operative who got close enough to see his face. He knows Mordham’s MO better than Mordham does, and he’s our only chance of finally getting this guy behind bars. We need him.” Joan leaned forward. “And I think you could get him.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re green. And he’s got a soft spot for the new kid. You also think outside the box, which I think he’ll appreciate.”
Annie let out a slow sigh as she processed that, before looking over the file in front of her. “Even if I was able to do this—no one knows where he is. He disappears just as well as this Mordham guy does.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Joan sighed. “I know exactly where he is. But I can’t go get him—it would blow a previous cover. Which is why I need you.”
She had to admit, she was curious about this previous cover of Joan’s, but she didn’t push it. She just took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. Where am I going?”
“Boston.”
***
There was something familiar about McRory’s.
It reminded her of the bar the spooks hung out with back in DC. It was probably why Eliot liked it so much—it was something familiar in a strange place, though to him, it was that thing familiar that he looked for to remind him of home. The bar wasn’t that crowded, a few groups of people here and there, and it didn’t take her long to pick Eliot out of the crowd, standing back by the dart board with some of the other patrons. As any trained operative would, he looked up the second he heard the door open, and like she was trained to do, she made eye contact, holding his gaze for as long as possible, before heading over to one of the isolated booths in the far end. She ordered a drink and she wasn’t sure if he was going to join her—she only made eye contact after all—but after a few minutes, he slid into the booth across from her, and he didn’t look happy.
“I should have figured that Joan would send someone for me eventually,” he growled. “What does she want exactly?”
Joan had warned her about the earpieces, and she just continued to make eye contact, leaning forward to rest her hands on the table. “Are we the only ones listening?”
Eliot raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly makes you think that I should just throw away whatever back up I have? Just because you work for the company?”
Annie sighed. “Wallace Mordham.”
He blinked for a moment, before closing his eyes and letting out a slow breath as he pulled the earpiece from his ear and placed it down on the table. “What do they want to know about Mordham?”
“They want you to come in and debrief you themselves.”
“So they send a green NOC?” Eliot snapped. “Really nice to know how much they want me.”
“Joan said she would have come herself, but she was at risk of blowing her cover.” She knew her tone was indicating she had no idea of what was happening between Joan and Eliot, but it was also clear she wasn’t in the middle either. “And I’m not that green either.”
Why did everyone assume she was new? Probably because she was, but she thought she was handling herself pretty well. Eliot, however, just raised his eyebrow at her, before shaking his head and leaning back against the booth.
“When does she want to see me?”
“Wheels are up at oh-seven hundred from Logan International.” Annie hesitated, before asking the next question. “Can I count on you to be there?”
His eyes glanced back behind him, towards the group of people he was talking to earlier, before turning back to her. “I have to talk to my people. Got a card?”
She nodded as she pulled it out to hand it to him. “I’m staying in a hotel not too far from here. If you’re in, be at the airport in time for the flight. If you’re not, call me.” He took the card from between her fingers, and she placed down the money for her drink.
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“Never do.”
As Annie disappeared out the door to head back to her hotel, she didn’t feel good about this. She knew that it could go either way. She was going with her gut and hoping that that was the right way to handle it, and if it didn’t work? She’d just have to get up and try again tomorrow.
Title: Go With Your Gut
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer, Annie Walker, Joan Campbell.
xoverland Challenge: Summer’s BabyContent Warning: Spoilers for all aired episodes of both shows, just to be safe.
Summary: Joan asked to see her in her office.
Author’s Note: Part of my new series that I’m still trying to settle on a name for. Will get back to you when I do. There will be multiple parts.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to TNT and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Joan asked to see her in her office.
Joan never asked anyone to see her in her office.
Sure, there were moments when people were debriefed in her office, and there were times when people happened to have meetings there, but as far as Annie knew, it was only on very rare occasions that operatives were approached before they even walked in the door and heard Joan wants to see you in her office. ASAP.
It didn’t exactly give Annie warm and fuzzy feelings.
Not that she had been there long enough to know which mannerisms of Joan should give her warm and fuzzy feelings, but this one certainly didn’t. It sent a feeling of dread to the pit of her stomach, because either she was in trouble, or she was getting an assignment that she was going to have to keep very much under wraps, and neither of those ideas appealed to her. She went anyway, though, not wanting to piss Joan off more by avoiding her. She went directly to her boss’s office and shut the door behind her.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Annie, yes,” Joan said with a small smile, before gesturing to one of the chairs in front of her desk. “I have an assignment for you. Have a seat.”
“Is this a good assignment or a bad assignment?” Annie frowned, but doing as she was told and taking a seat. Joan smirked before handing her over a file.
“You did so well with the McAuley job, we figured we’d let you run with this one and see how you did.” Annie took the file from her and flipped it open as she continued to speak. “His name is Eliot Spencer. He’s what we call a retrieval specialist.”
The younger operative blinked. “He’s a thief.”
“He’s a thief trained by us,” Joan pointed out. “He left the agency some time ago, but there’s a case that warrants his attention, and we need you to bring him in. A man named Wallace Mordham is back in play, and we need to debrief him about what he knows about him.”
“Why do we need to debrief him?”
“Because Eliot’s the only operative who got close enough to see his face. He knows Mordham’s MO better than Mordham does, and he’s our only chance of finally getting this guy behind bars. We need him.” Joan leaned forward. “And I think you could get him.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re green. And he’s got a soft spot for the new kid. You also think outside the box, which I think he’ll appreciate.”
Annie let out a slow sigh as she processed that, before looking over the file in front of her. “Even if I was able to do this—no one knows where he is. He disappears just as well as this Mordham guy does.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Joan sighed. “I know exactly where he is. But I can’t go get him—it would blow a previous cover. Which is why I need you.”
She had to admit, she was curious about this previous cover of Joan’s, but she didn’t push it. She just took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. Where am I going?”
“Boston.”
***
There was something familiar about McRory’s.
It reminded her of the bar the spooks hung out with back in DC. It was probably why Eliot liked it so much—it was something familiar in a strange place, though to him, it was that thing familiar that he looked for to remind him of home. The bar wasn’t that crowded, a few groups of people here and there, and it didn’t take her long to pick Eliot out of the crowd, standing back by the dart board with some of the other patrons. As any trained operative would, he looked up the second he heard the door open, and like she was trained to do, she made eye contact, holding his gaze for as long as possible, before heading over to one of the isolated booths in the far end. She ordered a drink and she wasn’t sure if he was going to join her—she only made eye contact after all—but after a few minutes, he slid into the booth across from her, and he didn’t look happy.
“I should have figured that Joan would send someone for me eventually,” he growled. “What does she want exactly?”
Joan had warned her about the earpieces, and she just continued to make eye contact, leaning forward to rest her hands on the table. “Are we the only ones listening?”
Eliot raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly makes you think that I should just throw away whatever back up I have? Just because you work for the company?”
Annie sighed. “Wallace Mordham.”
He blinked for a moment, before closing his eyes and letting out a slow breath as he pulled the earpiece from his ear and placed it down on the table. “What do they want to know about Mordham?”
“They want you to come in and debrief you themselves.”
“So they send a green NOC?” Eliot snapped. “Really nice to know how much they want me.”
“Joan said she would have come herself, but she was at risk of blowing her cover.” She knew her tone was indicating she had no idea of what was happening between Joan and Eliot, but it was also clear she wasn’t in the middle either. “And I’m not that green either.”
Why did everyone assume she was new? Probably because she was, but she thought she was handling herself pretty well. Eliot, however, just raised his eyebrow at her, before shaking his head and leaning back against the booth.
“When does she want to see me?”
“Wheels are up at oh-seven hundred from Logan International.” Annie hesitated, before asking the next question. “Can I count on you to be there?”
His eyes glanced back behind him, towards the group of people he was talking to earlier, before turning back to her. “I have to talk to my people. Got a card?”
She nodded as she pulled it out to hand it to him. “I’m staying in a hotel not too far from here. If you’re in, be at the airport in time for the flight. If you’re not, call me.” He took the card from between her fingers, and she placed down the money for her drink.
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“Never do.”
As Annie disappeared out the door to head back to her hotel, she didn’t feel good about this. She knew that it could go either way. She was going with her gut and hoping that that was the right way to handle it, and if it didn’t work? She’d just have to get up and try again tomorrow.