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Tweak says, "Do What You Do"

Irina Derevko (la_derevko) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-24 22:59:00

Current mood:	curious
Entry tags:	irina derevko, jack bristow

WHO: Jack/Irina
WHAT: Meeting up ... again.
WHERE: Jack's place in Washington.
WHEN: About three days after their first discussion in the main comm.
WARNINGS: Nah. Swearing, maybe?

The pound still held up well against the dollar, and she was grateful for that. She'd managed to make a tidy profit on the flat and things in London, and now she was in the States with a suitcase full of (declared at customs!) bearer's bonds and securities certificates. She'd purchased a small used car when she arrived in Washington - she needed her own transport - but apart from that, she would invest. One never knew, after all.

Right now she was driving up R Street in the diplomatic district, looking at the house and building numbers. She stopped in front of perhaps the most inconspicuous building on the street, and chuckled. Typical Jack. Handing her keys to the doorman (If he ruined the car, she could deal with him), she walked inside and up to the floor Jack had told her he was on.

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masterofdetails
2008-06-25 11:22 pm UTC (link)

Irina Derekvo was back in the United States, this time NOT as a wanted woman. Jack Bristow wasn't entirely sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, especially since she was, in effect, still his wife and again, playing the part of Laura Bristow. That much grated on his nerves, but she would go by Irina, at least around him.

He heard the car arrive and tamped down the rising feelings inside him. Apprehension, worry and yes, even a little fear. Things could be worse, he supposed. But this was a good start.

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la_derevko
2008-06-25 11:31 pm UTC (link)

She knocked on the door, waiting for invitation to enter, then entering without it. It wasn't really an issue; if Jack had wanted to kill her, he wouldn't do it in his own home.

Irina closed the door behind her as Jack appeared in the room. She was carrying only one suitcase and the small valise that held her bonds. "Hello, Jack. It occurred to me on the way over, perhaps you could verify I'm not wanted anywhere else in the world? The Americans accepted my passport" - well, her U.K. passport Laura Bristow held - "but I'd like to get one of my own. American, or Russian will do, I suppose. With my real name." Which was technically Irina Bristow. She had to admit, she rather liked it.

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masterofdetails
2008-06-26 03:09 am UTC (link)

The best place to kill Irina would be his house: Control your environment. Rules were rules, however, and he wasn't going to take Irina Derevko out unless she made a move first.

Somehow, and he certainly hoped that he wasn't as green as he was before, he didn't think she was in it to double deal this time.

"A US passport would be best. I'll look into it tomorrow." He looked at her, really looked at her. Ignoring the ache in his chest where the love he had for her used to reside, he took a deep breath. "You look... amazing."

She did.

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la_derevko
2008-06-26 03:51 am UTC (link)

She had to look at him with an eyebrow raised. "Do you really trust me with a US diplomatic passport?" That would be what it would be, of course - CIA officials travelled under diplomatic umbrella. "I mean, you only have my word that I won't do anything untoward with it."

The last sentence was somewhat bitter, because truthfully, she was tired. And she had to admit, she'd missed him a bit since seeing him again. Sevogda. He had helped save her, after all.

She heard that small compliment, though, and outright smiled. "Haven't changed in a few months."

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masterofdetails
2008-06-27 01:46 am UTC (link)

Trust? Trust was going to have to be earned but he really wanted to believe that here, with a fresh start, Irina really would do better than with past 'fresh starts'. That her endgame, here, would be different.

"If you do anything untoward with it," he gave her a grim smile with no humor, "we'll be back where we started. And we both know how that will end."

He lifted her suitcase and moved toward the back bedroom, opting to ignore her reaction to his half-assed compliment. She knew she looked good. It was something she'd always taken pride in: her appearance. "This room will be yours."

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la_derevko
2008-06-27 01:53 am UTC (link)

"Yes, we do." With a gunfight, probably. She hadn't been able to kill him yet. She had no reason to believe that would change.

She'd been about to say more, but he'd pre-empted her, picking up her suitcase and carrying it to a back bedroom. Fine. "You'll have to warn me if you ever have work colleagues over; I'll move my things into the master bedroom." Irina was big on appearances; for thirty years, she'd had to be.

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masterofdetails
2008-06-27 01:57 am UTC (link)

"I don't plan on letting my work colleagues into my bedroom."

Jack arched an eyebrow at her, subtly letting her know that he didn't bring dalliances home from work and he fully expected her to respect that kind of discretion, too. "Kitchen, bathroom-" He pointed out the rooms as they passed them. Finally, he turned and gave her a small smile, in true Jack Bristow style. "Welcome home, Mrs. Bristow."

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la_derevko
2008-06-27 02:07 am UTC (link)

"People stick their noses into doors they have no business sticking them in." Irina raised an eyebrow as he played tour guide, then outright laughed as he called her 'Mrs. Bristow.' "Aren't you more happy you can use my real name?" It wouldn't be so odd nowadays for a CIA official to have a Russian wife. Hell, she could always embarrass Jack by passing herself off as a mail-order bride.

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	masterofdetails 2008-06-27 02:20 am UTC (link)
	"Not everyone is like us," he pointed out, his smile turning into something a bit more genuine. "Happy?" Irina Derevko was a name he'd spent years both longing for and despising in the same breath. Having her in his house, constantly underfoot was going to test everything he'd ever learned. Including trust. "It's different," he allowed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

la_derevko
2008-06-27 02:27 am UTC (link)

"Different is good, at least in this respect." She wondered if Atton had those IDs for her yet, and turned away. "Excuse me a moment, would you?"

She dialled the number of the antique shop in London, and managed to connect. "Yes, hello, this is Irina Bristow." Belatedly, as she spoke to Atton, she realised Jack might be having a minor coronary over the use of his name. "Have you gotten the cards?"

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