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sixwordstories2014-08-22 04:02 pm
37fosterhomes) wrote in sixwordstories2014-08-22 04:02 pm
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Are you finished with that? [Points]
I'm sorry, but-- are you referring to the book or to my drink, monsieur?
[Callen gives the man a polite smile. He's dressed as a waiter at the coffee shop for an undercover op. He's falling into the character well as he hunches apologetic. His name sign says that his name's James Cleveland.] Mes excuses, monsieur. I was speaking aboutthe drink. Unless you'd like a fill-up, monsieur?
No, no thank you... I am actually quite finished, merci! [He offers up the coffee cup to the "waiter", eyeing his name badge as he does so] "James Cleveland", eh, Monsieur? An-- unusual name, to be sure, to hear such perfect francais from your tongue...
[He shakes his head with a small, self-deprecating laugh] Then again, I don't suppose my name recalls gay Paree, either...! [And he pulls out his credit card, with his real name of Matthew Johnson, embossed upon it] Merci, monsieur-- Cleveland...! [and he smiles briefly, the expression not quite reaching his eyes before disappearing back into the book he has with him]
[He shakes his head with a small, self-deprecating laugh] Then again, I don't suppose my name recalls gay Paree, either...! [And he pulls out his credit card, with his real name of Matthew Johnson, embossed upon it] Merci, monsieur-- Cleveland...! [and he smiles briefly, the expression not quite reaching his eyes before disappearing back into the book he has with him]
My mother's from France. She made sure that I was bi-lingual.
[Callen gives the man a disarming smile. He accepts the offered cup and places it on the tray he's balancing on his left hand. As Mr. Johnson presents his credit card, Callen gives it a quick glance. He goes through his memory so see if there's anything suspicious with that name. Nothing comes to mind though.]
Merci, monsieur Johnson. Is there anything else I can do?
[Callen gives the man a disarming smile. He accepts the offered cup and places it on the tray he's balancing on his left hand. As Mr. Johnson presents his credit card, Callen gives it a quick glance. He goes through his memory so see if there's anything suspicious with that name. Nothing comes to mind though.]
Merci, monsieur Johnson. Is there anything else I can do?
Edited 2014-08-22 15:28 (UTC)
[Matthew smiles up at the gentleman waiter, again, this time it reaches his eyes, if only briefly] Indeed? Because -- my mother, too, was French, and she too, ensured that both myself and my -- younger sister were raised bilingual...!
[the smile disappears entirely for a moment, as his face tightens up around the mention of his sister; he immediately changes the subject in his own mind, to happier things] Well, and then, of course, I found such a love of languages that I added-- oh, something around -- four more since...? I think, at least? Let's see... English, French, Welsh, Russian, Hebrew, and of course, Mandarin, now... Yes, six...! [he offers the waiter another brief smile before returning to his book -- an original Russian edition of Crime and Punishment]
[the smile disappears entirely for a moment, as his face tightens up around the mention of his sister; he immediately changes the subject in his own mind, to happier things] Well, and then, of course, I found such a love of languages that I added-- oh, something around -- four more since...? I think, at least? Let's see... English, French, Welsh, Russian, Hebrew, and of course, Mandarin, now... Yes, six...! [he offers the waiter another brief smile before returning to his book -- an original Russian edition of Crime and Punishment]
That's an nice coincidence, monsieur.
[He decides not to linger with the topic either. Clearly it's painful and it's not his place to ask. It's not important for his op. Just chit-chat to blend in.]
Six different languages? That's impressive. I don't know many who can speak more than English. [It's a lie of course. He works with people who are trained in a wide variety of languages. It's helpful in their line of work.
He gives the book an curious but polite look. He can speak and read Russian perfectly but he hides it to avoid causing any suspicion.]
Is that a Russian book, monsieur? It must be a hard language to read.
[He decides not to linger with the topic either. Clearly it's painful and it's not his place to ask. It's not important for his op. Just chit-chat to blend in.]
Six different languages? That's impressive. I don't know many who can speak more than English. [It's a lie of course. He works with people who are trained in a wide variety of languages. It's helpful in their line of work.
He gives the book an curious but polite look. He can speak and read Russian perfectly but he hides it to avoid causing any suspicion.]
Is that a Russian book, monsieur? It must be a hard language to read.
and now i'm off to WORK! D: <3 see you later, darling...! PS: LOVE Callum,for srs...! :D<3
discipuluschaos
2014-08-22 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[the smile upon the other gentleman's face turns -- slightly sheepish, as he realises he's ignoring his waiter for his book -- again, no less!] Sorry, what? Oh, no... Russian was-- rather easy, especially compared to the Mandarin I am in the process of learning now... I mean, at least the Russians only have one alphabet, not an entire lexicon of various symbols for words... [And he laughs slightly, as he makes an effort to turn the book so the waiter can see it properly] This is just some Dostoevsky, in his original language: Prestupleniye i Nakazaniye: also known in English as Crime and Punishment. You know the story, I trust? I mean, it was taught to me in secondary school -- at least, in English...
It's a alphabet different from ours though, if memory serves me right. That must have been hard to adjust to.
[He nods back at the man. He has read that book, partially. When you spend your young years going from foster home to foster home it's hard to keep up with school.]
Oui, I'm familiar with that particular book monsieur. I read it in English aswell.
[He was about to add something else when he spotted their target. He brifly glanced over before looking back at Mr. Johnson]
Pardon monsieur, but I must return these dishes back to the kitchen. Do you want the check now or later?
[He nods back at the man. He has read that book, partially. When you spend your young years going from foster home to foster home it's hard to keep up with school.]
Oui, I'm familiar with that particular book monsieur. I read it in English aswell.
[He was about to add something else when he spotted their target. He brifly glanced over before looking back at Mr. Johnson]
Pardon monsieur, but I must return these dishes back to the kitchen. Do you want the check now or later?
[There's no answer for Sherlock is completely absorbed in minutely examining the forced lock on the door with a magnifying glass. Perhaps he did not hear?]
[Crime scene investigation's not Callen's forte. Why Hetty had hired a consult for this case he didn't know. But he trusted her.]
Sir? Are you finished yet?
Sir? Are you finished yet?
Are you still here? [The detective bordering on irritation at his thought processes being interrupted. But it is quickly forgotten as he stands, pocketing the glass.] Has anything been moved or touched since the break in?
It's my crime scene after all. It's a concern about national security. [Callen responded monotony. This wasn't the first break-in in the case. But there was a severe lack of leads. But at least there was no body this time.] As far as I know, no. But someone could have gotten in after the break-in which we doesn't know about. The one who made the call only touched the door and took a look inside. His prints has been taken already.
Indeed, yes...
[Sherlock follows along the carpet on his hands and knees, measuring here and making interested noises at intervals. Much like a bloodhound on the scent. Finally he stands.] I can learn nothing more here.
[His sharp eyes looking to Callen.] This case is boring you, I take it? [Because Callen seems to take no joy in working it. Perhaps that was due to Sherlock being brought in to catch the bad guys.]
[Sherlock follows along the carpet on his hands and knees, measuring here and making interested noises at intervals. Much like a bloodhound on the scent. Finally he stands.] I can learn nothing more here.
[His sharp eyes looking to Callen.] This case is boring you, I take it? [Because Callen seems to take no joy in working it. Perhaps that was due to Sherlock being brought in to catch the bad guys.]
[Callen observes as Sherlock makes his way into the apartment. It was not the way Kensi usually went about when she was investigating. If it was good or bad, he couldn't tell.]
I'm not bored. It's the lack of leads which annoys me. At the last scene a marine had been sliced into two with a sword. But there was no useful leads. We don't even know how much time we have before something really bad happens.
[He steps into the room.] This apartment belongs to a colleague of the marine we found killed. Someone's looking for something very specific. But we doesn't know what.
I'm not bored. It's the lack of leads which annoys me. At the last scene a marine had been sliced into two with a sword. But there was no useful leads. We don't even know how much time we have before something really bad happens.
[He steps into the room.] This apartment belongs to a colleague of the marine we found killed. Someone's looking for something very specific. But we doesn't know what.
Mm. Then we should not waste time here. This is obviously a ruse to throw us off the scent. However it does show that we are looking for a thin man 5 foot 4 who is quite intelligent when it comes to crime but an amateur when it comes to committing it. An accomplice to the murder is most likely.
[With that, Sherlock strides from the room, intent on leaving the scene and going to the previous crime scene.] Come come, special agent Callen...the game is afoot elsewhere...
[With that, Sherlock strides from the room, intent on leaving the scene and going to the previous crime scene.] Come come, special agent Callen...the game is afoot elsewhere...
[Callen gives Sherlock a look. He doesn't believe that Sherlock could be that certain from the little he had examined. In his ears it sounded like assumptions.]
How can you be certain that the one we're looking for looks like that? Or that there's nothing more to learn from this place? [He asks as he catches up with Sherlock.] We suspect this has to do with a secret army project these marines were invested in.
How can you be certain that the one we're looking for looks like that? Or that there's nothing more to learn from this place? [He asks as he catches up with Sherlock.] We suspect this has to do with a secret army project these marines were invested in.
Yes.
[Meaning the gin and tonic.]
[BBC accent is posh.]
When is your shift over? Assuming you do not wish to speak here.
[Meaning the gin and tonic.]
[BBC accent is posh.]
When is your shift over? Assuming you do not wish to speak here.
[ Cassie had been glancing through the paper for cover while watching the target of her hunt. The monster she was hunting was sipping coffee a few tables away sipping at a mocha looking all the part of a high end lawyer. ] Yeah, nothing that interesting anyway. [ She flashed him a small grin to be nice as she picked up her tea sipping at it. ]
[Callen reaches across the bar and snatches the empty glass. He let's his gaze run across the room and the woman in front of him.]
Depends on what you wish to discuss. In any case, I'm off within an hour.
Depends on what you wish to discuss. In any case, I'm off within an hour.
Thanks. [Callen nods back at her and takes the newspaper. He cautiously flips it open but a trained eye could tell that he was watching someone aswell. He's on guard but he does a good job of hiding it. It's a sensitive op. Intel was scarce and perhaps risky. But it was nothing he hadn't faced before.]
[ She leans back in her seat as she sees her target being joined by another person, looked like he was one of Wolfram and Hart's clients from the look of it. Though she frowned recognizing the client, tapping the earpiece she wore lightly she spoke to her partner. ]
Colt you were right. I owe you a steak dinner when this is over. [ She almost reached into her bag for the gun tucked away in the leather backpack, only to stop, after all civilians were too close. ]
Colt you were right. I owe you a steak dinner when this is over. [ She almost reached into her bag for the gun tucked away in the leather backpack, only to stop, after all civilians were too close. ]
[Callen watches as he spots the man they was looking for entering the area. He follows the man with his eyes before tapping his own ear piece.]
Target in sight, no trouble spotted. You guys ready?
[He watched as their target sat down next to the lawyer. Their Intel pointed towards that this marine was selling sensitive information. But all they could go off was incidents, not evidence. So Hetty had commanded them to keep their eyes on him as she laid out a bait. He didn't know about the lawyer the man spoke to. There was no red flags popping up. Only that he dealt with shady people occasionally. Nothing substantial though.
He caught movement some movement in the corner of his eye from the red head he had spoken with earlier. She looked at their target but as far as her reasons went, he didn't know.]
Target in sight, no trouble spotted. You guys ready?
[He watched as their target sat down next to the lawyer. Their Intel pointed towards that this marine was selling sensitive information. But all they could go off was incidents, not evidence. So Hetty had commanded them to keep their eyes on him as she laid out a bait. He didn't know about the lawyer the man spoke to. There was no red flags popping up. Only that he dealt with shady people occasionally. Nothing substantial though.
He caught movement some movement in the corner of his eye from the red head he had spoken with earlier. She looked at their target but as far as her reasons went, he didn't know.]
whoops, sorry! D: <3 it's been bloody /ages/ since i watched any NCIS:LA!
discipuluschaos
2014-08-22 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[[and i would've sworn to it that back then, his name read as "Callum" in the closed-captions, but hey maybe i'm remembering wrong..! xD <3 sorry again!]]
[Matthew was, of course, ignoring the waiter yet again, as he had just reached the point wherein Rodya had actually woken up after fainting in the police station; what an unfortunate, sickly man, really!]
Hmm? Oh, whenever you get a chance to bring the check by is fine with me...
[Of course, as he looks up, he notices that the "waiter's" attention seems focused elsewhere as well...!] Monsieur...? [And his own eyes move to focus on where the waiter's seem to be: a gentleman, in fact... His boss, perhaps? No, the manager of the cafe was known to Matthew... So... why was the "waiter" seemingly so fascinated by him?] Pardonnez, Monsieur, but -- who is that...?
[Of course, this question only serves to draw attention to Callen's attention on the other man... And so... trouble is no doubt brewing...!]
[Matthew was, of course, ignoring the waiter yet again, as he had just reached the point wherein Rodya had actually woken up after fainting in the police station; what an unfortunate, sickly man, really!]
Hmm? Oh, whenever you get a chance to bring the check by is fine with me...
[Of course, as he looks up, he notices that the "waiter's" attention seems focused elsewhere as well...!] Monsieur...? [And his own eyes move to focus on where the waiter's seem to be: a gentleman, in fact... His boss, perhaps? No, the manager of the cafe was known to Matthew... So... why was the "waiter" seemingly so fascinated by him?] Pardonnez, Monsieur, but -- who is that...?
[Of course, this question only serves to draw attention to Callen's attention on the other man... And so... trouble is no doubt brewing...!]
As you wish, monsieur.
[However he doesn't get a chance to turn and walk back into the kitchen before Mr. Johnson started asking questions. Callen kept his balance and acted like it was no big deal.]
Oh, it's nothing. I thought that I recognized him as an old friend from school. But I was incorrect. As far as I know, it's just some random stranger monsieur.
[It was a lie though as it in fact was a man suspected for war crimes. As far as their Intel went that man was here to personally overseer a suspected terror operation. Risky which meant that he must have a very good reason to be here. The man was joined by a large bodyguard. He had to tell HQ that they should expect trouble.]
[However he doesn't get a chance to turn and walk back into the kitchen before Mr. Johnson started asking questions. Callen kept his balance and acted like it was no big deal.]
Oh, it's nothing. I thought that I recognized him as an old friend from school. But I was incorrect. As far as I know, it's just some random stranger monsieur.
[It was a lie though as it in fact was a man suspected for war crimes. As far as their Intel went that man was here to personally overseer a suspected terror operation. Risky which meant that he must have a very good reason to be here. The man was joined by a large bodyguard. He had to tell HQ that they should expect trouble.]
[... If you want this inkpot back you're definitely going to have to catch him]
No.
No.
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