That Would Explain So Much
Prompt: 035 Sixth Sense
POV: Peregrine Black
Rating: PG13 (language *deathglares Mary*)
Summary: Lunch didn't go so hot it seems. And Mary has a massive reveal or two up her sleeve.
Hijacked Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
"I'm not an idiot Peregrine Black!"
The sentence Mariam chose to snap directly before she'd stalked out of the restaurant.
There were many hidden messages Peregrine flat missed. This was not one of them. Not when the woman who'd refused to use anything but his nickname for over a decade tossed out his full name.
Of course, he couldn't blame her.
He looked down at his plate, grabbing a chip to munch on. She might be back. Might not, but he could only wait and see.
He grabbed another and looked towards the doorway. O'Riley had been wrong. She didn't respect him any more than anyone else.
He got up from the table, not bothering to wait for the check, just tossing down enough cash that it would more than cover their lunch before heading out the building.
He looked left and right before he finally spotted her. She hadn't gone far, actually, she was by his car. So the rush seemed a little bit foolish at this point.
She shot him a bit of a glare and took a puff on a cigarette, giving a challenging look in return to his eyebrow raise. "Don't you dare," she hissed, but paused and sighed. "Pip. You can't know what things are like for me now. I need this."
"Ah... I didn't say a--"
"You gave a look...and after...whatever the hell that lecture was back there. Your boss put you up to that trick anyway? Try and scare me, guilt me into pleading guilty?"
"No."
"Oh, so it was your idea. Some thanks!"
"Mariam," he grumbled.
"You told me not to talk to you, you didn't return my calls for four fucking years Pippin. Four years. Then this? What the hell?"
Peregrine set his jaw, shaking his head. "I told you not to, because I didn't want to land you in jail... and damnit you're the one who decided to commit a crime where I work."
"But I didn--" she faltered at the look he fixed her with. "I hate you. I really do."
"That's fine, but it doesn't change the fact that whoever hired you has plans that could easily get you killed.
"What are you now? Some kind of psychic?" She hesitated then, her eyes widening. "Oh shit... that's it, isn't it? You've always been. That would explain so much..."
Peregrine rolled his eyes. "I'm not bloody well psychic. Some things are just obvious."
"Yeah... to you. No... I think you are but just don't know it. Because damn, so much makes sense with that."
Bloody hell, she was insistent. "If you think that... then, ah..."
She sighed, taking another drag on the cigarette. "What kind of deal will the station cut me?"
"Confidential informant. This stunt doesn't land you in prison. I can't say I know the specifics beyond that."
"Hmmm. I want witness protection shit for myself and someone else, or... whatever it takes to keep us safe. Then we'll think about a deal. Sound fair?"
Peregrine just shrugged. "They might care who the other person is."
"My daughter."
"Oh," Peregrine replied blankly, looking positively poleaxed.
She almost broke into giggling at his face and did end up dropping her cigarette. "Some psychic you are."
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POV: Peregrine Black
Rating: PG13 (language *deathglares Mary*)
Summary: Lunch didn't go so hot it seems. And Mary has a massive reveal or two up her sleeve.
Hijacked Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
"I'm not an idiot Peregrine Black!"
The sentence Mariam chose to snap directly before she'd stalked out of the restaurant.
There were many hidden messages Peregrine flat missed. This was not one of them. Not when the woman who'd refused to use anything but his nickname for over a decade tossed out his full name.
Of course, he couldn't blame her.
He looked down at his plate, grabbing a chip to munch on. She might be back. Might not, but he could only wait and see.
He grabbed another and looked towards the doorway. O'Riley had been wrong. She didn't respect him any more than anyone else.
He got up from the table, not bothering to wait for the check, just tossing down enough cash that it would more than cover their lunch before heading out the building.
He looked left and right before he finally spotted her. She hadn't gone far, actually, she was by his car. So the rush seemed a little bit foolish at this point.
She shot him a bit of a glare and took a puff on a cigarette, giving a challenging look in return to his eyebrow raise. "Don't you dare," she hissed, but paused and sighed. "Pip. You can't know what things are like for me now. I need this."
"Ah... I didn't say a--"
"You gave a look...and after...whatever the hell that lecture was back there. Your boss put you up to that trick anyway? Try and scare me, guilt me into pleading guilty?"
"No."
"Oh, so it was your idea. Some thanks!"
"Mariam," he grumbled.
"You told me not to talk to you, you didn't return my calls for four fucking years Pippin. Four years. Then this? What the hell?"
Peregrine set his jaw, shaking his head. "I told you not to, because I didn't want to land you in jail... and damnit you're the one who decided to commit a crime where I work."
"But I didn--" she faltered at the look he fixed her with. "I hate you. I really do."
"That's fine, but it doesn't change the fact that whoever hired you has plans that could easily get you killed.
"What are you now? Some kind of psychic?" She hesitated then, her eyes widening. "Oh shit... that's it, isn't it? You've always been. That would explain so much..."
Peregrine rolled his eyes. "I'm not bloody well psychic. Some things are just obvious."
"Yeah... to you. No... I think you are but just don't know it. Because damn, so much makes sense with that."
Bloody hell, she was insistent. "If you think that... then, ah..."
She sighed, taking another drag on the cigarette. "What kind of deal will the station cut me?"
"Confidential informant. This stunt doesn't land you in prison. I can't say I know the specifics beyond that."
"Hmmm. I want witness protection shit for myself and someone else, or... whatever it takes to keep us safe. Then we'll think about a deal. Sound fair?"
Peregrine just shrugged. "They might care who the other person is."
"My daughter."
"Oh," Peregrine replied blankly, looking positively poleaxed.
She almost broke into giggling at his face and did end up dropping her cigarette. "Some psychic you are."
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