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crossoverficTitle: Time Out in Washington (6/18)
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Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Mulder/Krycek (mostly UST), Mark/Nicholas discussed but whether there is any truth behind the suggestion is open to the reader's interpretation
Fandom: X-Files/Torchwood/Dr Who/The State Within
Rating: NC-17 overall (most parts PG/PG-13, only one part is NC-17 and that part can be skipped with minimum confusion if you want to read the plot but are put off by the idea of graphic sex)
Warnings: Spoilers for The State Within. Some violence and fantasy sexual violence
Disclaimer: None of the recognisable characters are mine, Santa has been really falling down on his job recently, but belong to their respective right holders
Sequal to 1. Plus Ça Change, 2. Hobson's Choice
Prequel to Interlunation
Previous Parts: Part 1 - Prologue -:- Part 2 - Sir Mark -:- Part 3 - Jack -:- Part 4 - Azzam -:- Part 5 - Mulder
Summary: Finding out Jack's secret in the worst possible way (Hobson's Choice), Alex takes a break from Torchwood Three while he comes to terms with events and his anger towards Jack. To give him the time he needs, Jack arranges a secondment for Alex at the British Embassy in Washington working with the secret service to counter threats to the Ambassador's family. But with Mulder around things don't go to plan and Alex discovers that aliens aren't that easy to leave behind.
Notes: I know that the timelines don't quite fit so I decided to fudge things a little because it was too tempting to compare Torchwood and the Consortium. This story is set concurrent with the early part of X-Files season 6, during the second half of Torchwood season 1, during the time of the 12th Doctor (Doctor Who) and about a year after the events in The State Within. In depth (or indeed any) knowledge of the included fandoms isn't required so please don't let them put you off. Thanks tomoth2fic for the beta. Any and all remaining mistakes are own.
An illustration accompanying this section can be found here
Deputy Director George Blake glared at her computer. She'd missed lunch thanks to a meeting that ran on twice as long as the content to justify it and a sudden crisis involving the blackmail of a French diplomat. Just to make her day Assistant Director Skinner was requesting a meeting. George shut her eyes for a moment, hoping that the words on the screen in front of her would magically change into something else while she wasn't looking at them. It wasn't that she had anything against Skinner, a good man by all reports, it was just that with Skinner came internal politics.
George had her own opinions on the X-Files which, like most things, she kept to herself. How much of it was true she didn't know but nothing generated that much of a headache and remained open without a reason. The fact that it had been shut down and reopened more than once just convinced her that there was something going on and something that she wanted to keep well away from. Unfortunately their respective positions meant she could hardly turn Skinner down. Sighing, George put aside any thoughts of sneaking out for a quick sandwich and sent a reply to him that she was free for the next hour if it was important. He was there so quickly that she half-wondered if he had been waiting outside her door.
"We have a suspect in interrogation asking for you," Skinner began when the usual courtesies had been dispensed with.
"Asking for me?" George asked, confused. "He gave my name?"
She tried to think of anyone involved in any of her cases or any of her snitches who might have been picked up by one of Skinner's agents. Unless the French were at it again.
"We aren't sure. All he would say was 'George Blake'. My agent has some theory involving Russian double agents and British spies." Skinner's shrug suggested that he was not convinced. "His partner pointed out a more logical possibility."
It was logical, wasn't it? An obscure British traitor whom no one had ever heard of, except miraculously around her, or the Special Agent in Charge of the Washington FBI office. They stared at each other for a moment, an undercurrent of suspicion making it more than the meeting between colleagues it seemed.
"Me," George finished for him. "What is he being held for?"
Skinner looked entirely too pleased as he said, with just a trace of gloating, "He is being held on suspicion of terrorism."
"Terrorism?" George echoed, surprised. While there was a terrorism unit based within the office, as there was with all major FBI offices, she didn't work with them closely unless there was a specifically political edge to their investigation. "Who's the suspect?"
"An ex-FBI agent named Alexander Krycek." Skinner bit off the name as if it tasted bad.
Even before Skinner had finished speaking, alarm bells were ringing in the back of George's mind.
Skinner hadn't missed her reaction. "You know him?" he demanded.
George looked at him calmly. Skinner was an imposing figure but she hadn't made her way up through the ranks without staring down more testosterone-fuelled Neanderthals than she cared to remember. Some of whom had been a lot bigger and a lot more powerful than an Assistant Director whom she out-ranked. Skinner appeared to realise this too and backed down slightly.
"Sorry, Deputy Director." The formality had a sharpness that could cut. "But I have to ask whether you know Alex Krycek or have any idea why he might have given us your name."
Skinner really disliked this man, George realised. Whatever had happened, there was a personal agenda that was driving it now. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing; there were a few people whose graves she would happily have spat on and whom putting behind bars had been the personal highpoints in her career.
"I have never met the man," she said carefully, "but he is related to a case I am working on involving threats made against the British Ambassador and his family."
"That sounds like his M.O." Skinner's eyes had lit up at the news and George felt sorry that she was about to disappoint him.
"You misunderstand. Alex Krycek is part of the British delegation; he's here guarding Sir Mark Brydon's son."
George walked over to her filing cabinet and found the relevant paperwork. Setting it down in front of Skinner she returned to her seat and waited. Skinner was staring at the file like it was about to bite him.
"They're making a mistake," he mumbled.
George hoped not. While their stonewalling had got on her last nerve during her investigation of the dead soldier she rather liked the Ambassador and his 'Councillor for External Affairs'. There weren't many men she would help cover up a murder for, but then the situation had been extraordinary and she had come to be glad that they had been as closed-mouthed as they had. She could read between the lines easily enough and what she saw there had scared her more than she liked to admit.
Skinner pushed the file back towards her unopened. "You want him back on the streets - you release him. But check his record out first and decide if that is really what you want to do," he growled. "He might have immunity now but he didn't back then. Excuse me."
She let him go. No one liked having a collar pulled out from under them, especially one they wanted so badly. She pulled Krycek's record up quickly, wanting to know what she was heading into when she went down to deal with Skinner's agents. They deserved that much at least. Ten minutes later she sighed and closed it again with a sinking feeling in her gut. Russian double agents and British spies? It sounded like Skinner's agent wasn't so far from the truth after all. He was right, she didn't want to let Krycek go but there wasn't any evidence to charge him and holding him when he had diplomatic immunity was asking for more trouble than it was worth. Brocklehurst owed her big for this.
Next Part...
Author:
fidesPairing: Jack/Ianto, Mulder/Krycek (mostly UST), Mark/Nicholas discussed but whether there is any truth behind the suggestion is open to the reader's interpretation
Fandom: X-Files/Torchwood/Dr Who/The State Within
Rating: NC-17 overall (most parts PG/PG-13, only one part is NC-17 and that part can be skipped with minimum confusion if you want to read the plot but are put off by the idea of graphic sex)
Warnings: Spoilers for The State Within. Some violence and fantasy sexual violence
Disclaimer: None of the recognisable characters are mine, Santa has been really falling down on his job recently, but belong to their respective right holders
Sequal to 1. Plus Ça Change, 2. Hobson's Choice
Prequel to Interlunation
Previous Parts: Part 1 - Prologue -:- Part 2 - Sir Mark -:- Part 3 - Jack -:- Part 4 - Azzam -:- Part 5 - Mulder
Summary: Finding out Jack's secret in the worst possible way (Hobson's Choice), Alex takes a break from Torchwood Three while he comes to terms with events and his anger towards Jack. To give him the time he needs, Jack arranges a secondment for Alex at the British Embassy in Washington working with the secret service to counter threats to the Ambassador's family. But with Mulder around things don't go to plan and Alex discovers that aliens aren't that easy to leave behind.
Notes: I know that the timelines don't quite fit so I decided to fudge things a little because it was too tempting to compare Torchwood and the Consortium. This story is set concurrent with the early part of X-Files season 6, during the second half of Torchwood season 1, during the time of the 12th Doctor (Doctor Who) and about a year after the events in The State Within. In depth (or indeed any) knowledge of the included fandoms isn't required so please don't let them put you off. Thanks to
moth2fic for the beta. Any and all remaining mistakes are own.An illustration accompanying this section can be found here
Deputy Director George Blake glared at her computer. She'd missed lunch thanks to a meeting that ran on twice as long as the content to justify it and a sudden crisis involving the blackmail of a French diplomat. Just to make her day Assistant Director Skinner was requesting a meeting. George shut her eyes for a moment, hoping that the words on the screen in front of her would magically change into something else while she wasn't looking at them. It wasn't that she had anything against Skinner, a good man by all reports, it was just that with Skinner came internal politics.
George had her own opinions on the X-Files which, like most things, she kept to herself. How much of it was true she didn't know but nothing generated that much of a headache and remained open without a reason. The fact that it had been shut down and reopened more than once just convinced her that there was something going on and something that she wanted to keep well away from. Unfortunately their respective positions meant she could hardly turn Skinner down. Sighing, George put aside any thoughts of sneaking out for a quick sandwich and sent a reply to him that she was free for the next hour if it was important. He was there so quickly that she half-wondered if he had been waiting outside her door.
"We have a suspect in interrogation asking for you," Skinner began when the usual courtesies had been dispensed with.
"Asking for me?" George asked, confused. "He gave my name?"
She tried to think of anyone involved in any of her cases or any of her snitches who might have been picked up by one of Skinner's agents. Unless the French were at it again.
"We aren't sure. All he would say was 'George Blake'. My agent has some theory involving Russian double agents and British spies." Skinner's shrug suggested that he was not convinced. "His partner pointed out a more logical possibility."
It was logical, wasn't it? An obscure British traitor whom no one had ever heard of, except miraculously around her, or the Special Agent in Charge of the Washington FBI office. They stared at each other for a moment, an undercurrent of suspicion making it more than the meeting between colleagues it seemed.
"Me," George finished for him. "What is he being held for?"
Skinner looked entirely too pleased as he said, with just a trace of gloating, "He is being held on suspicion of terrorism."
"Terrorism?" George echoed, surprised. While there was a terrorism unit based within the office, as there was with all major FBI offices, she didn't work with them closely unless there was a specifically political edge to their investigation. "Who's the suspect?"
"An ex-FBI agent named Alexander Krycek." Skinner bit off the name as if it tasted bad.
Even before Skinner had finished speaking, alarm bells were ringing in the back of George's mind.
Skinner hadn't missed her reaction. "You know him?" he demanded.
George looked at him calmly. Skinner was an imposing figure but she hadn't made her way up through the ranks without staring down more testosterone-fuelled Neanderthals than she cared to remember. Some of whom had been a lot bigger and a lot more powerful than an Assistant Director whom she out-ranked. Skinner appeared to realise this too and backed down slightly.
"Sorry, Deputy Director." The formality had a sharpness that could cut. "But I have to ask whether you know Alex Krycek or have any idea why he might have given us your name."
Skinner really disliked this man, George realised. Whatever had happened, there was a personal agenda that was driving it now. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing; there were a few people whose graves she would happily have spat on and whom putting behind bars had been the personal highpoints in her career.
"I have never met the man," she said carefully, "but he is related to a case I am working on involving threats made against the British Ambassador and his family."
"That sounds like his M.O." Skinner's eyes had lit up at the news and George felt sorry that she was about to disappoint him.
"You misunderstand. Alex Krycek is part of the British delegation; he's here guarding Sir Mark Brydon's son."
George walked over to her filing cabinet and found the relevant paperwork. Setting it down in front of Skinner she returned to her seat and waited. Skinner was staring at the file like it was about to bite him.
"They're making a mistake," he mumbled.
George hoped not. While their stonewalling had got on her last nerve during her investigation of the dead soldier she rather liked the Ambassador and his 'Councillor for External Affairs'. There weren't many men she would help cover up a murder for, but then the situation had been extraordinary and she had come to be glad that they had been as closed-mouthed as they had. She could read between the lines easily enough and what she saw there had scared her more than she liked to admit.
Skinner pushed the file back towards her unopened. "You want him back on the streets - you release him. But check his record out first and decide if that is really what you want to do," he growled. "He might have immunity now but he didn't back then. Excuse me."
She let him go. No one liked having a collar pulled out from under them, especially one they wanted so badly. She pulled Krycek's record up quickly, wanting to know what she was heading into when she went down to deal with Skinner's agents. They deserved that much at least. Ten minutes later she sighed and closed it again with a sinking feeling in her gut. Russian double agents and British spies? It sounded like Skinner's agent wasn't so far from the truth after all. He was right, she didn't want to let Krycek go but there wasn't any evidence to charge him and holding him when he had diplomatic immunity was asking for more trouble than it was worth. Brocklehurst owed her big for this.
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