The Numberless Agent

Written in her personal journal:

Hottie From Across the Hall sighting today. God, I don't care if this makes me immensely shallow, but I just love to watch the man doing anything. My kingdom for him to do it shirtless.

Somehow, some way, I'm going to get him to ask me out. One of these days. I am. (All I need now is a plan-- or some kind of in. Something.)

In other news, work's been slow. My mum keeps telling me I should get a real job but I like what I'm doing now. Besides, I'm only twenty-six-- there's plenty of time for me to play grown-up later, right?

"Birthday's in four days. It's a Saturday, which makes me feel like I should do something but... I never really celebrate it much. I'm not even sure I'd know how to do it up-- except by getting wicked twisted and that's rather a challenge in and of itself. (Thank you, enhanced body.)

"And then Friday's Dane's birthday. I'm not sure if I should send him something or not... are we friend? I don't think so but... fuck me, I do like him. Like, as a person. (And in the sack, yes, but we already knew that, didn't we?) Which means I probably should send him a gift.

"God, I'm rubbish at this. Come Saturday I may crawl into a bottle of Jack, not to be seen again until Sunday. Because birthdays are a time for family, right? And, hey, look at that-- mine's all distant or dead or both. So, really, who's left that'd want to celebrate the birth of me?"



OOC: quote marks indicate a voice post

And back to the States we go a scant month later. It's been... interesting, MI:13, I'll give you that. Take care of Carter, yeah? She's not half bad for a Yank.

[Private to LADY JACQUELINE]
It was interesting, yeah? Keep safe. And don't worry, you're secret's safe with me. Morse, too, if I had to guess.


[Private to BRADDOCK]
Well, it was... no hard feelings, yeah? Take care.


[Private to WISDOM]
You're still something, Wisdom, know that? But, really, congratulations on the engagement and whatnot. Good on you, mate. Still can't bloody believe it but whatever I hope I'll get an invite to the wedding-- or at least the bachelor party. (That's the real fun, right?)

And you best stop by next time you're Stateside. Don't think I don't know you've been visiting New York without a word. By my calculations, you still owe me at least one pint and I plan on collecting one of these days.


[Private to DANE]
Well, it was Fuck, this is awkward. I don't know how Sod it all to bloody hell.

I had... fun getting to know you. Wouldn't mind seeing you again if you're ever Stateside. (Promise not to throw you in the brig, honest, but handcuffs may be involved depending on the situation.)

Don't know how you feel about keeping in touch but My email's j.drew@shield.gov and my cell 718-xxx-xxxx. I don't have many friends and I'd like to Try not to be a stranger, yeah?

Fuck, still awkward I really did have fun, you know. And if I'm ever back on this side of the pond, I'm going to take you up on the offer to see your castle. I'm curious what it's like inside a habitable one.

Anyway... yeah. Does this seem awkward? I'm sorry if it does. I just thought-- I mean, we didn't get to say a proper good-bye, so... Right. Okay then. I'm going to go now before I've embarrassed myself beyond repair.

Take care, Dane. Don't let the bogeyman or whatever weird magic nonsense comes up next get you. Don't let any of those tarts from the pub we went to get you, either.

Yeah, definitely awkward. Brilliant, that.

"Holy fucking shit. Pete Wisdom is getting married. Pete fucking Wisdom.

"How is that possible? Seriously-- no one is that desperate, right? Well, apparently someone is but still...

"Okay, okay. I might be able to grudgingly admit that he's not a totally awful human being. (Not all the time, anyway.) And I suppose he must have something of a moral compass under all that would be British wit that rankles-- last word of the day before I left!-- of bitterness otherwise he wouldn't be at MI:13.

"So good on him, I guess.

"God, though, I thought hell would freeze over before Wisdom made a commitment to anything or anyone.

"Wait. We are in the land of Ley Lines, right? If Hell was going to freeze over, it'd probably do it here.

"Well, whatever. Won't be my issue soon enough, right?

"Know what will be an issue, though? If I can't get Whitman out of my head by the time I hit Stateside again. Seriously, it is bloody ridiculous. (Ugh! Wisdom is getting laid and I'm not-- where is the justice?)

"Fuck it. Now I'm just depressing myself.

"Drew out."



(OOC: Jess does her posts verbally, hence the quote marks.)

Good-bye States, hello Britain. I wish I could say it was good to be home but you know what they say about lying...

Although I will say that Whitman is as handsome up close as he was in his cell.

Yeah, I suck. What I wouldn't give to hit that, though. He is so damn sexy. Man should wear a fucking warning sign.

Drew out.