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Spooks(MI5): Fanfic: What are you doing?
Title: What are you doing?
Fandom: Spooks (MI5)
Rating: G
Length: 139
Summary: Lucas is listening to a tape.
“Fifteen-love.”
“Lucas, what are you doing?” Malcolm Wynn-Jones asked.
Lucas North held up his hand, said “Thirty-love”, and then removed his headphones. “It’s the tape of the conversation Harry had with Kuznetsov, when they met yesterday evening. He’s asked me to listen to it.”
“And you’re keeping score?”
“Well, yes.” Lucas grinned.
“I’ll leave you to it then.”
“Thirty-fifteen, you weren’t expecting that… Forty-fifteen, a difficult point to argue that one… Ooh, very good, Harry, forty-thirty… And deuce, excellent.” Lucas nodded, still listening. “Advantage …”
Lucas almost jumped out of his skin as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Lucas North, you are supposed to be listening for tell-tale signs in Kuznetsov’s voice, not scoring the argument!” Harry Pearce said.
Lucas gave a rueful smile. “Perhaps I’d better start again.”
“I think that might be a good idea.”
Fandom: Spooks (MI5)
Rating: G
Length: 139
Summary: Lucas is listening to a tape.
“Fifteen-love.”
“Lucas, what are you doing?” Malcolm Wynn-Jones asked.
Lucas North held up his hand, said “Thirty-love”, and then removed his headphones. “It’s the tape of the conversation Harry had with Kuznetsov, when they met yesterday evening. He’s asked me to listen to it.”
“And you’re keeping score?”
“Well, yes.” Lucas grinned.
“I’ll leave you to it then.”
“Thirty-fifteen, you weren’t expecting that… Forty-fifteen, a difficult point to argue that one… Ooh, very good, Harry, forty-thirty… And deuce, excellent.” Lucas nodded, still listening. “Advantage …”
Lucas almost jumped out of his skin as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Lucas North, you are supposed to be listening for tell-tale signs in Kuznetsov’s voice, not scoring the argument!” Harry Pearce said.
Lucas gave a rueful smile. “Perhaps I’d better start again.”
“I think that might be a good idea.”