"Maybe I should just give up..." Who: Madame Vastra and Jenny Flint What: Working together When: Shortly after this. Where: Jenny's place Rating: PG-13, at most? There's swears and some UST and that's about it. Status: Complete.
Jenny sighed and brought over the plates of food for them. Just curry from a place not too far from her house. She sat down and sighed, pushing fingers through her hair. She has no idea what she’s going to do and they’ve barely come close to anything. “Maybe I should just give up...” Not like she did it often in her life. Just right now is making her feel so overwhelmed. Like the world is crashing in over her.
Give up? Two words that Vastra refused to ever entertain. “Miss Flint, I assure you... there’s no need to give in. Not so soon.”
“It’s been days now and everything turns up as either a loose end or aimed at me. Any idea how discouraging that is?” She didn’t even feel like putting the effort to eat at this rate. Jenny just began poking it around the plate.
It was discouraging, true, but that was never enough for Vastra to take. Life was full of little discouragements, little things that made you contemplate the worst, and she’d become rather fantastic at ignoring them. “It’s not enough to put me off this case.”
“It is to put me off it... I’m only human, only so much of this I can take.” She put her head and dropped her hand to trace patterns on her thigh... Only problem she didn’t feel the patterns. She pulled back to see she was doing it to Vastra’s thigh and quickly jerked her hand back. “Many apologies.”
Well. That’d been... something. Thankfully, Vastra was able to disguise the blush that threatened - today was a day for professionalism, not... that. “You’re only human, Miss Flint. It’s perfectly fine.”
“And you’re superhuman or something along the like.” She teased and leaned back after pushing the food away. “I do know that he hated me and in one text...” Grabbed her phone and scrolled down before showing it to her.
>>LOL could you imagine if I were head? I am head for a reason, kyle.<< >>Yeah, but if. How would you get there when I’m head.<< >>We all know ways of making things look better for us.
Superhuman? Perhaps. Or something not exactly human, if Vastra’s dreams were anything to go by... not that she was about to bring that up. She didn’t believe there was much need for it. “That’s... something. Perhaps a sign that he’s been thinking of this for a while.”
“Possibly... But it’s nothing that will help us with all the evidence pointing at me.” Leaned down and tried to think of the room when suddenly her eyes went wide. Could that really be it? Jenny slowly pushed the chair out, her mind going faster than before.
That was cause for Vastra to arch an eyebrow. “Are we having a moment, Miss Flint?”
“Follow me...” Took a strong hold of her collar and dragged her to her car before speeding off to the office. She had grabbed some kind of metal rod that was small in size. Flat on one end, pointed on the other. When she got there, she eased the door open and typed in a hack code that would hopefully override the system for security.
Once in she headed to the back and plugged in the laptop on the desk facing the room. She’d been filming something for her mother to tell her family she was fine, whether they cared or not to know. And sure enough, her forgetting to turn it off when she was called away showed Kyle walking in to tamper with things all the more.
Vastra certainly hadn’t needed to be dragged, but it was something she could tolerate for evidence of that calibre. Was the man an idiot? It was seeming more and more likely by the moment... “And we have our culprit. Fantastically done, Miss Flint.”
“The bastard...” She grabbed a disk and made five copies of it for safekeeping and took everything back with her home. When home where everything seemed safe she let herself be happy for it. “Thank you. If it weren’t for you here to brainstorm with... I would not have thought on it.”
Somehow, Vastra did rather doubt that. Jenny was a clever young woman, observant and clearly very knowledgeable - she would’ve figured it out on her own, given enough time. “You really should give yourself more credit. I certainly can’t pick locks like that, or hack anything.”
“If you say so, Ma’am.” Jenny smiled and reheated her food, debating when to call and tell them the findings. “Should I sue the company for their initial sexist reasoning?”
Vastra shrugged. “That would be entirely up to you. Quite warranted, I feel.”
“I would have to agree. Thank you for the assistance on this. Though I may look in for another place of work. If they feel they don’t trust me simply because I happen to be a woman. But where can I find an open position for someone in forensics field where I don’t need to start at the bottom again.”
There was a rather obvious opening here, staring the two of them in the face, and it clearly fell to Vastra to draw Jenny’s attention to it. “My dear... you could always work with me, if things fall through. I might be decent enough on my own, but with your help... well, we’d be extraordinary.”
“Well... I guess so. Sorry just...” The last time she worked so closely with someone it ended in heartbreak and having to leave Wales. “I don’t know...”
“The offer is there, should you wish to take it.” There wasn’t any sense in forcing the matter. Vastra was perfectly capable of working alone, after all.
“I ended up in a poor situation...” Then again it wasn’t like that would happen here. She knew for quite a while today that she kept her eyes down, because things were unusual. Like they were back home. Doing something either greatly smart or incredibly stupid, she pushed her lips to hers rather awkwardly. She’s only ever kissed others and those ended up failures too! But it was a kiss. One she was sure to pull away quickly. “For.. Forgive me for my forwardness, ma’am. I’m sorry!” Bowed and just darted to grab her things to leave, her cheeks fire red.
Vastra arched an eyebrow. That... was something, she supposed. There may’ve even been the slightest hint of a blush, but it was always hard to tell with her. “...Forwardness should be rewarded rather than despised, Miss Flint. In my personal opinion.”
Jenny shook her head, things all the way gathered and just pushed her out of the room. For tiny thing she was strong. She shut the door and slid down on it and just silently cried. She always did things like this. She needs... focus.