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[Smug smirk] Having some trouble, love?

Well! Fancy meeting you here, Liam.

Wi' you tell yer ... bloody... fuckin'... new security arsehole I've got clearance tae get intae th' building? [Yeah he's kinda miffed at the new security guy.]

[He snorts.] Whod've thought, aye?

Oh alright, relax. Don't get your knickers in a twist, he's only doing his job. Would you rather he just let in any old dodgy sod that wanders in off the street? [She might be trying to wind him up a bit. Big shock. But only because he's getting all riled up over nothing!]

Blimey, don't look so happy to see me. D'you need help with that?

I'm no' an old dodgy so--[He sighs and eyerolls. It's been a long day for the DI, can you forgive him?] Ah, fuck, 'm sorry Em, et's been a long day. [He swipes his face. He just wanted to see you!]

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[He swipes his face. Ugh. He'd be less of a grump and more thrilled to see you, Doc, if he hadn't had such a ...day.] I jus' wanted tae drop somethin' off fer Em. [Read: he wanted to see her. apfft.]

Wouldn't be those donuts would it? [Alright, alright. He can tell when it's about time to stop with the wise-cracks. Most of the time.] Well I can drop it by for you if you're busy. I have to pass by her office anyway, you know.

[She wants to see him too! But she might be snickering at him. Just a little.] Oh, c'mon. [She grabs him by the hand and pulls him through the security check.] He's with me, Clayton. Be a love and add him to the list for me? [Uh--don't look now Liam, but I think she just flirted with Security to get you clearance into a Semi-secret Organization.]

[Snort!] Nope, sorry, ye missed ou' on gettin' those th'last time, no donuts todey. [Ooh good. He's glad Doc can help him out then! He's got a manila envelope in hand; it's sealed and formally addressed to Torchwood's HR department.] Et's jus' a CV f'r a kid I'm tryin' tae help get on 'is feet. Thought 'e could do good 'ere.

Ah, that's a shame. Could've gone for a jelly-filled. [Sure thing, Riley. He gives a mock salute, taking the envelope and holding it under his arm.] Not a problem! I'll have it there ASAP.

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[Gahd Emma, why are you laughing at him? Bu-oh he's being pulled through--he's still a wee miffed at security doof--I mean Clayton. Don't look at his--Emma like that!] Who hired tha' idiot anywey? [It's an offhand comment, he doesn't mean anything by it, he's just frustrated!]

Yeh, sorry. Mebbe next time I'll 'ave somethin' for ye. [Friendly-like half smile there, Doc. He means it!] Right, good--Thanks, Doctor. Say 'Hi' tae Ems for me, will ye? [That mock-salute is ridic, Doc, stawp!]

[ He definitely looked like he knew what he was doing. It had been an hour since him and Sam scooped this case up. The second body in four days. Vampire. It seems like somebody is going on a huge feeding frenzy across the ocean. It took Sam coaxing with a lot of liquor and offers to do most of the research before Dean would even consider the damn plane. It was a pain in his ass big time, but a case is still a case. They gotta work it because it's likely no one else will.

Dean's not pleased to see someone trying to nose in. Technically it does belong to the officials, but Dean and Sam are the ones equipped to actually be working this. Sam's still standing on his own two feet and that means they work cases. They work until Sam drops or the trials are done. Either one could come first honestly.

Finally he stopped at the yellow tape and smiled at Liam. He tilted his head and flashed his badge. Fake. Always fake, but damn good ones. ] These guys can be pretty brutal when you threaten them with an ass kicking. [ He's trying to be cordial because if he throws his weight around it'll only be a matter of time before they realize Dean has no weight. He's weightless. He doesn't waste any time in lifting up the tape for Liam. ] Hurry up, man. Before I change my mind. [ Sam's already trying to bitch face him. ]

[Dean may have looked like he knew what he was doing, but he was an American, and as far as the British government was concerned--London Metropolitan or even, well, Torchwood for that matter, the authorities shouldn't have given the Winchesters the time of day. But evidently their faked credentials could still get them past yellow tape on another bloody continent!

And he's trying to nose in because it's his own jurisdiction. The case was supposed to be his aside from whomever was sent from MI-6 or Torchwood or whatnot to cover things up and shove him aside; it was his case, dammit! The Scottish DI gives the cowboy a harsh look before ducking under the tape.] Thanks, mate. [He glanced over at the floppy-haired moose as he stepped carefully around the scene.] Bloody hell, they brought Americans in on thes? Wha' th' hell 'appened?

Oh, that'll be the day, won't it? [He shakes his head because - yeah right, Liam. He can go get a donut if he /really/ wants one.] 'Course! [Casually backing away with a nonchalant shrug.] Good seeing you, by the way. Oh, and - if you ever need access again, just lemme know, would you? I'm sure I could pull a few strings.

Ye never know, mate. I might jus' decide tae be generous one dey an' bring yer research assistants donuts too. [Eyebrow lift. He's sure the part-TimeLord can do exactly that.] You too, Doctor. Don't get too bogged douwn in yer research. An' thanks, I'll keep tha' in mind. See ye later. [The Scot shoots a curt wave at the Doctor before slowly heading towards the exit doors.]

[She doesn't say anything until they cross the short distance to the elevators.] Oi! What if I was the idiot that hired him? [Taps the 'UP' button.] That is my job y'know...

[He follows her to the bank of lifts, snorting at her question.] I know et is. An' ye're no' an idiot. You wouldnae 'ave hired 'im.

[He'll just wait patiently beside Emma as they wait for one of the lift cars to arrive.] S'houw's yer day goin'? [Yes, idle chitchat while they wait. It's also done to ease the wee bit of anxiety building up in the Scot about being stuck in a lift for however long.]

[Oh, don't worry, he won't even know that he's in the lift if she has her way. That is, if one of the bloody things would actually open. Ah! Here it is!] Uh, it's fine.[She sees that anxious look, Liam--and she knows exactly how to wipe it off your face for the next 23 floors. The brushed metal doors have barely closed again before she pins herself between him and the wall of the lift. And here she thought she was doing him the favor; but it seems like she needed the snog more than he did.]

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[He'll still be vaguely aware, what with gravity working slightly against him and--oh hey she's pulled him in to pin her against the back wall; tricky woman! Although instead of wrapping his hands around her waist, the Detective grips the handrail at the back to hold ~~himself~~ Emma in place while he returns the snog, humming a wee bit, though who could tell if it was in surprise or pleasure?

About halfway into the ride up, the DI can feel the lift jostling slightly, so there goes one hand wrapping tightly around Emma's waist in an instant, the other still firmly grasping the handrail. Best not be anything wrong with the mechanics of the lift, it's not happened often, but there's no way the DI wants to be stuck suspended 12 floors up, even if it is with someone he ~quite~ enjoys the company of, in multiple ways. Reassure him it's someone requesting a stop on the way up, not a lift malfunction, Emma.]

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OOC: (GOES HERE <3) HI THERE BBY how u doin'? Apologies for his language, he's been pent up ;)

going for five words because apfft what is counting?

OOC: Oh hai dere, I see now. No need to apologize; we all know the Scot swears like a sailor.

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<--and we can even get rid of teh ol' ooc thing here cos... wheee! and yes, yes he does! \O/

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i'm cackling omggkdfl duN TRUST HIM, LIAM

You're doin' fine bby!

HAAH he's asking Emma next time he sees her. OF COURSE HE DOESN'T TRUST DOC!

/cha chas around kate because identity is a secret

YOU. [POINTS!] YOU. YOU ARE ONE OF TWO PEOPLE I KNOW WHO COULD PLAY DEAN, YOU SASSY PANTS!

u____u

/petsuu

casually comes back over here cause i can doot doot dooooo <3

Replies late because forgot and FALLED ASLEPE omghd

i didnt even know you replied to this whoops

ahaha awg it happens--sometimes the notifs come late when servers have trouble, other times, WHOOPS!