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Spy Challenge: Spooks (MI5): Fanfic: The picture in Vogue
Title: The picture in Vogue
Fandom: Spooks (MI5) [werewolf!Lucas verse]
Rating: G
Length: 516 words
Summary: What's a werewolf to do when he suddenly realises something?
Also written for ficlet_zone Madonna challenge
Fandom: Spooks (MI5) [werewolf!Lucas verse]
Rating: G
Length: 516 words
Summary: What's a werewolf to do when he suddenly realises something?
Also written for ficlet_zone Madonna challenge
“What’s he reading?” Adam asked. He’d just come back onto the Grid, to find the werewolf stretched out, his head and front paws jutting out from under his desk, with a magazine in front of him.
“No idea,” Jo said. “Ros threw something in the bin and he took it out and has been nosing through it for the last half hour.”
Adam bent down to have a look. “It’s Vogue. Goodness knows why he’s interested in it.”
“What the well-dressed werewolf is wearing this season,” Malcolm suggested.
The werewolf scrambled out from under the desk, pushed his nose into the magazine and flipped some pages over, before firmly putting a paw on the page suggesting that nightie dresses were the thing to wear.
“I don’t think they’d suit you,” Adam said.
The werewolf hmphed loudly and patted the picture.
“You’ve seen someone in one of those dresses?”
The werewolf wagged his tail.
“I don’t remember anyone dressed like that, and I think I would.”
There was no response.
“You don’t think you were with me at the time?”
A tail wag.
“I wonder. Jo, do you know where Ros has gone?”
“She said something about retracing her footsteps. She won’t mind if you phone her.”
“I’ll do that.” Adam phoned Ros and said, “Could you come back? There’s something I want to check with you, but it really needs you here.” He rang off and said, “She’s on her way.”
In just over five minutes, Ros was back. “What’s up?” she asked.
“The evening before he changed, Lucas said there was something in the back of his mind, but he couldn’t pinpoint it. Could it have been anything to do with this?” Adam said, and he showed her the picture of the model wearing a nightie dress.
Ros thought and then said, “Yes. We watched three women walk through the park together and one of them must have picked up the letter from the dead letter box, but we didn’t spot which one, and neither of us thought they were all involved.” She turned to the werewolf. “One of the women was wearing a dress like this, wasn’t she? You think it was her.”
The werewolf stood up and came over to press his nose on the dress.
“Where have you seen her before?”
The werewolf used his teeth to take the magazine out of Ros’ hands. Once again, he tried to nose through the pages, but he was having difficulty, so Ros picked it up and turned the pages over until the werewolf gave a quick yip. She put the magazine back on the floor and he placed a paw on one of the pictures.
“That’s the Royal Festival Hall,” Ros said. “It doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“But it does to me,” Adam said. “We’d gone to a concert and spotted Sukolov in one of the boxes. He had a woman with him. Do you think it was the same woman?”
The werewolf wagged his tail furiously.
“Right then, let’s go and tell Harry,” Ros said. “At last, we may be getting somewhere.”
“No idea,” Jo said. “Ros threw something in the bin and he took it out and has been nosing through it for the last half hour.”
Adam bent down to have a look. “It’s Vogue. Goodness knows why he’s interested in it.”
“What the well-dressed werewolf is wearing this season,” Malcolm suggested.
The werewolf scrambled out from under the desk, pushed his nose into the magazine and flipped some pages over, before firmly putting a paw on the page suggesting that nightie dresses were the thing to wear.
“I don’t think they’d suit you,” Adam said.
The werewolf hmphed loudly and patted the picture.
“You’ve seen someone in one of those dresses?”
The werewolf wagged his tail.
“I don’t remember anyone dressed like that, and I think I would.”
There was no response.
“You don’t think you were with me at the time?”
A tail wag.
“I wonder. Jo, do you know where Ros has gone?”
“She said something about retracing her footsteps. She won’t mind if you phone her.”
“I’ll do that.” Adam phoned Ros and said, “Could you come back? There’s something I want to check with you, but it really needs you here.” He rang off and said, “She’s on her way.”
In just over five minutes, Ros was back. “What’s up?” she asked.
“The evening before he changed, Lucas said there was something in the back of his mind, but he couldn’t pinpoint it. Could it have been anything to do with this?” Adam said, and he showed her the picture of the model wearing a nightie dress.
Ros thought and then said, “Yes. We watched three women walk through the park together and one of them must have picked up the letter from the dead letter box, but we didn’t spot which one, and neither of us thought they were all involved.” She turned to the werewolf. “One of the women was wearing a dress like this, wasn’t she? You think it was her.”
The werewolf stood up and came over to press his nose on the dress.
“Where have you seen her before?”
The werewolf used his teeth to take the magazine out of Ros’ hands. Once again, he tried to nose through the pages, but he was having difficulty, so Ros picked it up and turned the pages over until the werewolf gave a quick yip. She put the magazine back on the floor and he placed a paw on one of the pictures.
“That’s the Royal Festival Hall,” Ros said. “It doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“But it does to me,” Adam said. “We’d gone to a concert and spotted Sukolov in one of the boxes. He had a woman with him. Do you think it was the same woman?”
The werewolf wagged his tail furiously.
“Right then, let’s go and tell Harry,” Ros said. “At last, we may be getting somewhere.”