Fic: Spook Recruitment Part 3
Fic: Spook Recruitment
Part 3: Rupert Giles.
Spooks Crossovers, a collaboration with ddagent.
Rating: T
Spoilers: To be safe better say up to but not including the series 8 finale *denials*.
Summary: With the level of new and expendable recruits running low, Harry Pearce is forced to face the decision of lowering his hiring standards. Crossover crackiness ensues.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective owners, not us.
Part 1, Part 2
"And again, I can't apologise enough." As she looked up from the papers in front of her and gave the man in front of her an apologetic look, Ruth thought about how these things were awkward enough as it was, without the other awkward circumstances of this case, and it figured that she would be the one left to deal with it.
"Oh, that's, that's quite alright." Rupert Giles managed a smile as he took a seat.
At least he was being quite nice about it, which Ruth found impressive all thing considering. Those things being some intense questioning by MI5's finest.
"To be fair, the resemblance is quite uncanny." Uncanny enough to set off warning bells, and then there was those strange blips in the background checks, even if the man Rupert Giles look so similar too had ended up hanging himself in the Grids toilets.
Probably best not to mention that.
It had to be her to smooth this over. Harry had giver her that look and said that she was the one whose judgement he trusted to conduct these interviews while careful not to let slip the actual nature of these interviews, and then with that little case of mistaken identity she was the one he trusted to solve this issue. She didn't know whether to be flattered or irritated.
Still, when the interview turns to conversation on literature (just in the course of talking about his previous employment, and completely professional) and then her laughing at a joke about a mistranslation of the works of Arrian, Ruth does note that it would be nice to have someone to talk to about obscure texts since Malcolm left.
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Attached to the transcribed of the interview is a note from Harry Pearce that says simply: No.
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"This is so awesome!"
"Andrew please." Giles gave him his best disapproving look as he looked up from the map. "When about to break into the headquarters of Her Majesty's Security Services, it is a good idea not to jump around while holding the Ancient Root of Operui. That is an important ingredient in the dispelling."
"Okay, I'm sorry.2 Andrew gave him his chastened puppy look and managed to be calm for a moment. "It's just that this is so awesome! This is just like James Bond, except of course James Bond is MI6, but this is almost as cool."
Giles sighed and not for the first time wished that Plan A had worked in his attempt to infiltrate the building. Or that the portal to one of the less friendly hell dimensions would have picked any other spot to choose to manifest than inside the headquarters of MI5.
Andrew dropping the magic gourd did not improve his mood.
Part 4
Part 3: Rupert Giles.
Spooks Crossovers, a collaboration with ddagent.
Rating: T
Spoilers: To be safe better say up to but not including the series 8 finale *denials*.
Summary: With the level of new and expendable recruits running low, Harry Pearce is forced to face the decision of lowering his hiring standards. Crossover crackiness ensues.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective owners, not us.
Part 1, Part 2
"And again, I can't apologise enough." As she looked up from the papers in front of her and gave the man in front of her an apologetic look, Ruth thought about how these things were awkward enough as it was, without the other awkward circumstances of this case, and it figured that she would be the one left to deal with it.
"Oh, that's, that's quite alright." Rupert Giles managed a smile as he took a seat.
At least he was being quite nice about it, which Ruth found impressive all thing considering. Those things being some intense questioning by MI5's finest.
"To be fair, the resemblance is quite uncanny." Uncanny enough to set off warning bells, and then there was those strange blips in the background checks, even if the man Rupert Giles look so similar too had ended up hanging himself in the Grids toilets.
Probably best not to mention that.
It had to be her to smooth this over. Harry had giver her that look and said that she was the one whose judgement he trusted to conduct these interviews while careful not to let slip the actual nature of these interviews, and then with that little case of mistaken identity she was the one he trusted to solve this issue. She didn't know whether to be flattered or irritated.
Still, when the interview turns to conversation on literature (just in the course of talking about his previous employment, and completely professional) and then her laughing at a joke about a mistranslation of the works of Arrian, Ruth does note that it would be nice to have someone to talk to about obscure texts since Malcolm left.
-----
Attached to the transcribed of the interview is a note from Harry Pearce that says simply: No.
-----
"This is so awesome!"
"Andrew please." Giles gave him his best disapproving look as he looked up from the map. "When about to break into the headquarters of Her Majesty's Security Services, it is a good idea not to jump around while holding the Ancient Root of Operui. That is an important ingredient in the dispelling."
"Okay, I'm sorry.2 Andrew gave him his chastened puppy look and managed to be calm for a moment. "It's just that this is so awesome! This is just like James Bond, except of course James Bond is MI6, but this is almost as cool."
Giles sighed and not for the first time wished that Plan A had worked in his attempt to infiltrate the building. Or that the portal to one of the less friendly hell dimensions would have picked any other spot to choose to manifest than inside the headquarters of MI5.
Andrew dropping the magic gourd did not improve his mood.
Part 4