Penelope Garcia knows your password. (all_knowing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-09 01:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, penelope garcia, sebastian vael |
Who: Garcia and Sebastian.
What: THE SYSTEM IS DOWN
When: After these texts.
Where: Phone call!
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Complete!
Sebastian was not happy.
At all. Ever since he’d walked into the office that morning, he’d been besieged by emails on his phone and his tablet. And then his work computer hadn’t turned on at all. The only thing he’d seen in a scrolling line of code were the words “HA HA.”
His IT people advocated bringing in a specialist. And he did know a very good specialist. He’d left her a message on the Valarnet to telephone him ASAP. Hopefully she would oblige.
Garcia had gone into her car to call him back - it was hard to get privacy at Stark Industries, sometimes. But it was Sebastian Vael. The man of her literal dreams. Well. Not the creepy ones, just the sexy ones.
She dialed him with shaking fingers, and she tried to compose herself. “Professional thoughts, Penelope, professional.”
His phone finally rang, and he snatched it up. “Penelope Garcia. Thank heaven. You are a saint. I need your help.”
“I am?” She couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s wrong?”
Sebastian told her of the mess that he’d encountered on arriving at work. “The only coherent message in the scrolling code is ‘ha ha.’ Every so often it stops and shows that on my screen. I can only assume we’ve been hacked.”
“By an eight year old, it sounds like. Here, I’ll take care of it.” Garcia sighed, set up her netbook, and started to tap. “Do you know your prox - you know what, nevermind, you’ve got the network of a ... okay, a three year old set up your network, holy cow.” She started to fix the hole so their network would at least be functional, but there were so damn many.
To fill up the gap, she bit her lip. “So um. How’re you?”
Sebastian blinked. “I’m all right, aside from this silliness.” He shook his head. “What was the rest of what you were saying? Is there something wrong that can’t be fixed?”
“Aaaaand, there you go.” Garcia smiled brightly, hitting enter and knowing that suddenly Sebastian’s computer was coming back to normal. “Now, I just fixed what the hacker did. Your network has like, zero defenses, and looks like it was put together by a kid on a Fisher-Price computer. If they even make those. Maybe a Speak ‘N Spell. You should get someone to set up some firewalls at the least, tighten up the code.”
He did sigh with relief, seeing his normal screen appear. But what she was saying was interesting, and important. “Just to make sure I understand what you’re saying, our internal network is not adequately protected, and we need more security?”
“Your security is about as good as an eight-year-old with a teddybear guarding Fort Knox, boo.” Garcia smiled. “I’d get someone down there when your employees aren’t using your intranet to tighten that code up.”
“All right.” Sebastian nodded, thinking. “Would you be interested? Or perhaps know anyone who would?” She was the best person he knew for this manner of job, but she did have work to do.
“Me?” She blinked. “At your company?” Where she could see him all the time? “Sure. As long as it’s after eight, I need time to nosh between gigs.”
“If you don’t have the time, I’d take your recommendation, lass.” Sebastian shook her head. “I don’t want you to run yourself ragged on my behalf.”
Oh, fuck, he’d just called her lass. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip hard. “I want to do it.”
“If you’re sure.” Sebastian sounded unconvinced. “I just don’t want your real boss to yell at me running you ragged!”
“Tony wouldn’t yell at you. He’d yell at me first, anyway.” Garcia smiled. “You’ll just have to make sure to come check on me sometimes.”
“I shall watch over you and cosset you like the treasure you are, if you do this for us.” Sebastian said, hand over his heart. Yes, really.
Dear god, it was like she was a man, doing all her thinking with her groin. “Deal,” she blurted.
“I’m bloody grateful, I assure you.” Sebastian sighed, sitting back in his chair. “Perhaps you could come here tomorrow and we’ll get you set up then? I’ll have to get you an office and some computers - I know enough to know you’ll need a bloody great enormous desk and as much computing power as we can find.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that, I’ll bring in some spare boxes, you just find me at least three monitors. Mama’s got all the power she needs, promise.” She grinned, improvising a line of code that would flash a heart on Sebastian’s monitor for a few moments. “I’ll take care of you, handsome.”
Sebastian blinked, eyebrows shooting up as he laughed at the heart. “It’s a good thing we’re mates!” If he ever made her angry, he’d have to protect his computers, that was for sure. “But yes. Three monitors and a huge desk. Aye?”
“Exactly,” she giggled. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, then.” She couldn’t help but grin, but she managed to not flail or squeal. That was a win.