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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
2008-06-27 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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