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Taken from dollsome, where she already wrote JAIME AND BRIENNE AS SPIES, GUYS, IT'S AMAZING.
1.) Give me a pairing.
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3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic (or more!)
I CAN HANDLE THREE SENTENCES. In fact, if you prompt me something and I do not reply, you have every reason to be mad at me, because come on. Three sentences. I ( Read more... )
1.) Give me a pairing.
2.) Give me an AU setting.
3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic (or more!)
I CAN HANDLE THREE SENTENCES. In fact, if you prompt me something and I do not reply, you have every reason to be mad at me, because come on. Three sentences. I ( Read more... )
Saul was just as quick to leap to his feet, pulling on his coat and hat as he asked, "Where?"
"Some private dick in midtown," Caprica answered as she pinned her hat in place. Saul grabbed her jacket and held it out so she could put it on as they walked out the door. "Said that Mr Adama has been keeping tabs on his wife for some time now."
Saul gave a low whistle. "You think he'll talk to us?"
"I didn't exactly spell out who I was on the phone," Caprica admitted as they took the stairs two at a time. "He'll talk to us."
He didn't want to ask what her plan was if the detective tried to keep things close to the vest. Caprica might look like an angel, but she raised holy hell to get her story. "He'll have the dirt on Mrs Adama's comings and goings. And if we see any characters showin' up more than usual..."
"Any male characters," Caprica filled in.
"That would be a suspect in her murder, wouldn't you say?"
"At the very least, it'd be a motive for the husband."
"Anyone else know about this?"
"I was thinking about what you said, about how things weren't adding up. That's when I started talking to Mr Adama's driver. You always say that when the rich hide, the help knows." She was trying to hide it, but under the brim of her hat her face was beaming with pride.
"Good call," Saul admitted. "I’ll make a reporter of you yet."
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