Shaw: Dove
Title: Dove
Fandom: Codename: The Cleaner
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned this, well, getting rid of foamy bathfights would be on the top of the long list.
Summary: Shaw finds something he wishes he hadn't.
"Housekeeping!" Shaw squeaked after he knocked on the door. No one answered. He pulled out his key and let himself in. He treated the area as if he was surveying a crime scene.
The occupant hadn't bothered to unpack, so was either here on very urgent business, or was not staying too long. She was a woman, someone who had a career... in marketing, no. What clothes he saw weren't bright enough for marketing. No, greys seemed to be her style. A Fed. Obviously. Shaw moved his way further inside, slipping open a file from a drawer. His heart froze when he saw inside was himself.
His contact was Gina, nobody else should have this file. Certainly no other woman. Carefully, he replaced the file and tended to what he came here to do, perform a check on the taps. He took his time, not sure if he wanted to simply confront this woman and get it over with.
She didn't appear, however, and Shaw decided that it was probably for the best, he didn't want to confirm his presence here. At least, not without a gun to hand. He slipped out of the room, now completely alert, and went to fetch Gina.
Fandom: Codename: The Cleaner
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned this, well, getting rid of foamy bathfights would be on the top of the long list.
Summary: Shaw finds something he wishes he hadn't.
"Housekeeping!" Shaw squeaked after he knocked on the door. No one answered. He pulled out his key and let himself in. He treated the area as if he was surveying a crime scene.
The occupant hadn't bothered to unpack, so was either here on very urgent business, or was not staying too long. She was a woman, someone who had a career... in marketing, no. What clothes he saw weren't bright enough for marketing. No, greys seemed to be her style. A Fed. Obviously. Shaw moved his way further inside, slipping open a file from a drawer. His heart froze when he saw inside was himself.
His contact was Gina, nobody else should have this file. Certainly no other woman. Carefully, he replaced the file and tended to what he came here to do, perform a check on the taps. He took his time, not sure if he wanted to simply confront this woman and get it over with.
She didn't appear, however, and Shaw decided that it was probably for the best, he didn't want to confirm his presence here. At least, not without a gun to hand. He slipped out of the room, now completely alert, and went to fetch Gina.