69 Memory Lane - Saturday Evening

[time_watcher]

Jack and Ianto had spent much of their day down in the Lair dealing with the latest bit of flotsam and jetsam that had dropped through the Rift and into their laps. Some of the technology had some cool properties, though one items seemed to be a sort of stink bomb that had gone off. Luckily it had been trapped in a containment field but even so,

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[spymistress_m]

At some point in the evening, probably when it was dreadfully inconvenient, the telephone rang.

It was not a local number, but the information on the display was probably familiar.

[time_watcher]

Jack, who had been relegated to eating his own cooking, was already in a bit of a temper when he looked over at his phone and rolled his eyes.

"Oh are you kidding me?" He made a face at the phone before flipping it open and sticking it to his ear.

"You've reached the Horny, Happy, House of Pleasure, how may we blow your mind tonight?"

[spymistress_m]

"Harkness," M snapped, rolling her eyes because of course she should have expected a greeting like that. "I've no patience for beating about the bush. I know you're here, and I expect you've already been informed of my presence. And as much I don't like the idea, it would appear that we'll be sharing space in this town for the time being."

[time_watcher]

"I'd heard a cold front had blown through," Jack fired back automatically, reaching for some paper and rustling it. "The less space we share the better, M."

[spymistress_m]

"That may be the only thing you and I ever agree on, Harkness," M shot back, ignoring the cold front remark.

There was the tiniest pause, because she really didn't want to do this, but it was necessary. And could, in the end, also be useful. "I have a job for you."

[time_watcher]

"M," Jack began and she could probably hear the smirk on his face. "I've already told you, I'm flattered but I won't sleep with you."

[spymistress_m]

M rolled her eyes again. Like having another bloody 007 around.

"I'm flattered to be on such an exclusive list, Harkness," she said dryly. "I want you to install a security system. In my flat. Before the end of the week."

[time_watcher]

Biddy Jack thought teeth clenching a moment and then he pulled the phone away from his ear and peered at it.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again, I think my phone dropped you for a moment."

[spymistress_m]

"You heard me, Harkness. The security in this place is barely above third-world status."

M looked around at her flat, glaring at the simple deadbolt and the red blink of the smoke detector. "I assume you can take an afternoon or two away from your pet aliens to take care of it?"

[time_watcher]

"Depends," Jack said, kicking back in his chair and putting his boots up on the edge of his desk. "What's in it for me?"

[spymistress_m]

"It's a paying job," M replied, in a tone that suggested she was beginning to run out of patience.

Probably not a good tone to use with Jack, of course.

[time_watcher]

"I get paid enough," Jack said in a tone that indicated he was getting bored with the conversation.

[spymistress_m]

Oh, but she really hated that man.

M bit back a snappish remark, because she really did need that security system, but her words sounded like they were being forced through her teeth. "Then I suppose you'll have to make do with the agency owing you a favor."

A very very small favor. She'd put in a call to Villiers the second she got off the phone with Jack, to make sure of it.

[time_watcher]

"M, you say the sweetest sweet nothings," Jack purred down the line, just because he knew it would infuriate her.

"I'll stop by sometime next week."

[spymistress_m]

Jack could probably hear the teeth-grinding.

"You do that," she snapped.

Then she cut off the call, and hit the speed-dial number for MI6. Bloody Torchwood and their cheeky agents.