For 30_Wounds 24. Stabbed in the Back.
Title: With Friends Like these. . .
Muse: Alexander Scott (Scotty) and Mention of partner Kelly Robinson
Theme / Prompt: 24. Stabbed in the Back
Rating: This is I Spy we are talking about. It's G baby.
Word count: 1171
Authors Notes: Okay, so I was debating if I should put a spoiler warning, because I doubt people even know what I Spy the tv show is. Anyway, I am going to simply say that there are some spoilers for the 1965-66 first season of the show. You know, in case you didn't catch it the first time or missed the ending to A Cup of Kindness. >.>
My thanks for Notorious M-I-N-A for assuring me that this is, funny, and sharing my nerd obsession with Kelly and Scotty.
Kelly always wondered why Scotty held his breath whenever the tennis players old friends showed up out of the blue for a surprise visit. Scotty debated the intelligence of actually telling his partner why he held his breath and rolled his eyes whenever the buddies from the academy, or from school came to visit him. He knew his more experienced counter-part would get so excited about seeing the old faces again, spouting off about the good old days, how they did that one thing that one time, and if Kelly had more then one drink the whole story telling experience would end up being an hour long affair, forty-five minutes without commercials.
Kelly would get excited, but Scotty knew, inevitably that the old college chums, or the old spy school instructor would just end up being someone COMPLETELY different from what Kelly knew them to be. Scotty had dealt with this on more then one occasion. The time Kelly's instructor, Russ Conley showed up with a coded order from Washington to be killed because Conley was a double agent but managed to talk his way out of it. Then to turn around, convince the two of us to steal a weapons defense prototype from the Chinese - and then two timed them when he tried to make off with the stolen device. Scotty will always regard red paper packages with suspicion after that incident.
Or the time when Kelly ran into his old college sweetheart Jean Dillard who turned out to be a head member of an infamous Chinese mafia who sold drugs in order to raise money to fund terrorism. Oh, she was a peach alright, just a doll, a cute little brunette who wouldn't think twice about poisoning both of them in order to keep her secret safe. Then there was the college friend and fellow spy who faked his own death, tried to frame Kelly for three murders and wanted to sell national secrets to the Chinese, but no, really, all of Kelly's old friends were top notch. Really.
Suffice to say, when Gregory Smithe showed up in Hong Kong just "on vacation" and looking for his old tennis buddy, Scotty wasn't buying any of it - he stood in the bed room of suit 635, his arms crossed over his chest as Kelly walked from the closet to the bathroom, and then back again, babbling on about what a good sport Smithe was.
He didn't stop moving and talking until a good ten minutes into the story and hadn't heard a single word from his friend, not a wise crack or even a grunt of agreement - or acknowledgment that he was being paid attention to. Finally, he stopped and stood by the closet, tying his tie and staring at the stoic black man standing near the foot of the bed.
"What?!" He inquired with an accusing tone - why wasn't Scotty paying attention to him.
"Nothin' man, nothing. I don't want to talk about it."
"C'mon, you always get like this. What's wrong, you don't want to go out tonight - stay here, I can show him around Hong Kong myself."
Scotty shook his head and sighed, once again debating whether he should tell his friend that this wasn't going to end well - maybe Smithe would die before six o'clock when they had to meet for drinks, that had a tendency of happening too. Maybe he would get lucky, but, even Smithe's death would bring about some sort of new mission or at least a mystery to solve said homicide. Anyway this night wasn't going to end well.
"No, it's not that it's just --" Kelly cut him off.
"Just what? Got a hot date tonight, don't want me to interrupt? Do I smell, maybe a different jacket. . ." He turned to rummage through his jackets.
"No, man - knock it off, your bouncing around like you're going to the social event of the year. C'mon, don't you think it's just a little weird that he turns up after all these years?" Scotty prompted trying to tell him without actually telling him.
"What?! No, no, no, I'm sure Greg was just wandering around - like he always does, and just happened to bump into me at the noodle shop. Complete coincidence. Completely."
"Kelly there are three to four million people living in Hong Kong - he just bumped into you?"
"Okay, so it might have been a little weird. Hey, Greg's a good guy, his backhand might be a little sloppy but that's hardly a crime." He was grinning and tying his tie - Scotty wanted to strangle him with it.
"Awh, man don't make me come out and say it. Please. Think about it." He crossed the room and started listing off names on his fingers.
"You know what all those people have in common?" Scotty finished after listing the names.
"They are all dead?"
"They are all dead friends of your. They all tried to kill us."
"Greg isn't a killer, he's a good guy - all those times we had in college. . ."
Scotty threw his hands up in the air and stomped away muttering under his breath, "crazy man, completely crazy - your gonna go off and get yourself killed, gonna get yourself captured and I am gonna to have to rescue you. Like every other time, and of course its not going to be easy, your just going to be sitting tied up some where and I gotta hunt you down. . ." He continued his rescue tirade as he washed his face.
"If you are so certain he's going to try and kill us, why not stay home?"
"Because!" He stuck his head out of the bathroom "I'll have to break in a new partner, and imagine all THAT paper work."
Kelly laughed and shook his head, putting on his shoes and checking his watch as he stood by the door. "Okay, okay, come on knight protector we are going to be late for our inevitable doom."
"Laugh, go ahead and laugh, I know you are!" Still Scotty was tying his own tie and walking toward the door at the same time. Kelly gave him one of his grins and then shrugged, opening the door and starting them toward the elevator.
They weren't late, in fact they were early and they had a very nice round of cocktails that night, nothing happened - no one died and no one was kidnapped or solicited into joining the other side or stealing something of national importance. However, Scotty was right in one thing, Gregory Smithe had changed, and for the worse, no longer was he playboy tennis bum - but life insurance salesman. Before the night was over, the two spies had a full life insurance policy with options to renew at the end of the year.
Muse: Alexander Scott (Scotty) and Mention of partner Kelly Robinson
Theme / Prompt: 24. Stabbed in the Back
Rating: This is I Spy we are talking about. It's G baby.
Word count: 1171
Authors Notes: Okay, so I was debating if I should put a spoiler warning, because I doubt people even know what I Spy the tv show is. Anyway, I am going to simply say that there are some spoilers for the 1965-66 first season of the show. You know, in case you didn't catch it the first time or missed the ending to A Cup of Kindness. >.>
My thanks for Notorious M-I-N-A for assuring me that this is, funny, and sharing my nerd obsession with Kelly and Scotty.
Kelly always wondered why Scotty held his breath whenever the tennis players old friends showed up out of the blue for a surprise visit. Scotty debated the intelligence of actually telling his partner why he held his breath and rolled his eyes whenever the buddies from the academy, or from school came to visit him. He knew his more experienced counter-part would get so excited about seeing the old faces again, spouting off about the good old days, how they did that one thing that one time, and if Kelly had more then one drink the whole story telling experience would end up being an hour long affair, forty-five minutes without commercials.
Kelly would get excited, but Scotty knew, inevitably that the old college chums, or the old spy school instructor would just end up being someone COMPLETELY different from what Kelly knew them to be. Scotty had dealt with this on more then one occasion. The time Kelly's instructor, Russ Conley showed up with a coded order from Washington to be killed because Conley was a double agent but managed to talk his way out of it. Then to turn around, convince the two of us to steal a weapons defense prototype from the Chinese - and then two timed them when he tried to make off with the stolen device. Scotty will always regard red paper packages with suspicion after that incident.
Or the time when Kelly ran into his old college sweetheart Jean Dillard who turned out to be a head member of an infamous Chinese mafia who sold drugs in order to raise money to fund terrorism. Oh, she was a peach alright, just a doll, a cute little brunette who wouldn't think twice about poisoning both of them in order to keep her secret safe. Then there was the college friend and fellow spy who faked his own death, tried to frame Kelly for three murders and wanted to sell national secrets to the Chinese, but no, really, all of Kelly's old friends were top notch. Really.
Suffice to say, when Gregory Smithe showed up in Hong Kong just "on vacation" and looking for his old tennis buddy, Scotty wasn't buying any of it - he stood in the bed room of suit 635, his arms crossed over his chest as Kelly walked from the closet to the bathroom, and then back again, babbling on about what a good sport Smithe was.
He didn't stop moving and talking until a good ten minutes into the story and hadn't heard a single word from his friend, not a wise crack or even a grunt of agreement - or acknowledgment that he was being paid attention to. Finally, he stopped and stood by the closet, tying his tie and staring at the stoic black man standing near the foot of the bed.
"What?!" He inquired with an accusing tone - why wasn't Scotty paying attention to him.
"Nothin' man, nothing. I don't want to talk about it."
"C'mon, you always get like this. What's wrong, you don't want to go out tonight - stay here, I can show him around Hong Kong myself."
Scotty shook his head and sighed, once again debating whether he should tell his friend that this wasn't going to end well - maybe Smithe would die before six o'clock when they had to meet for drinks, that had a tendency of happening too. Maybe he would get lucky, but, even Smithe's death would bring about some sort of new mission or at least a mystery to solve said homicide. Anyway this night wasn't going to end well.
"No, it's not that it's just --" Kelly cut him off.
"Just what? Got a hot date tonight, don't want me to interrupt? Do I smell, maybe a different jacket. . ." He turned to rummage through his jackets.
"No, man - knock it off, your bouncing around like you're going to the social event of the year. C'mon, don't you think it's just a little weird that he turns up after all these years?" Scotty prompted trying to tell him without actually telling him.
"What?! No, no, no, I'm sure Greg was just wandering around - like he always does, and just happened to bump into me at the noodle shop. Complete coincidence. Completely."
"Kelly there are three to four million people living in Hong Kong - he just bumped into you?"
"Okay, so it might have been a little weird. Hey, Greg's a good guy, his backhand might be a little sloppy but that's hardly a crime." He was grinning and tying his tie - Scotty wanted to strangle him with it.
"Awh, man don't make me come out and say it. Please. Think about it." He crossed the room and started listing off names on his fingers.
"You know what all those people have in common?" Scotty finished after listing the names.
"They are all dead?"
"They are all dead friends of your. They all tried to kill us."
"Greg isn't a killer, he's a good guy - all those times we had in college. . ."
Scotty threw his hands up in the air and stomped away muttering under his breath, "crazy man, completely crazy - your gonna go off and get yourself killed, gonna get yourself captured and I am gonna to have to rescue you. Like every other time, and of course its not going to be easy, your just going to be sitting tied up some where and I gotta hunt you down. . ." He continued his rescue tirade as he washed his face.
"If you are so certain he's going to try and kill us, why not stay home?"
"Because!" He stuck his head out of the bathroom "I'll have to break in a new partner, and imagine all THAT paper work."
Kelly laughed and shook his head, putting on his shoes and checking his watch as he stood by the door. "Okay, okay, come on knight protector we are going to be late for our inevitable doom."
"Laugh, go ahead and laugh, I know you are!" Still Scotty was tying his own tie and walking toward the door at the same time. Kelly gave him one of his grins and then shrugged, opening the door and starting them toward the elevator.
They weren't late, in fact they were early and they had a very nice round of cocktails that night, nothing happened - no one died and no one was kidnapped or solicited into joining the other side or stealing something of national importance. However, Scotty was right in one thing, Gregory Smithe had changed, and for the worse, no longer was he playboy tennis bum - but life insurance salesman. Before the night was over, the two spies had a full life insurance policy with options to renew at the end of the year.