paper silhouettes. (spooks)
Connie; on record/off record; ficlet
How the world changes. How it doesn't
spoilers through season 6. no copyright infringement intended.
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Learning about Tessa Phillips didn't surprise Connie in the least, but Juliet, yes. That was a blow in more ways than one. Such a sensible girl, Connie says to herself as she flicked through Adam's report. How the world changes. How it doesn't.
Malcolm is an ageless comfort, and Harry remains his usual self, witticisms and cynicisms abound. Connie flicks through the barrage of names that have swung through Section-D in recent years and feels sadness for her absent comrades in arms. So young, too. And Tessa, on top of the rest of it. Always trouble, that one, but the sheer greed of her actions - well, Connie would never have guessed it. Tessa had always been a believer when Connie had known her. Juliet, too. Ready to take on the world.
When she finds the name she's looking for it doesn't tell her anything more than what she's already intuited. Oxbridge educated, naturally; seconded from GCHQ. Connie puts the manila folder back where she found it. No, it didn't tell her anything at all, but it told her enough. Connie always did know how to read between the lines, and she'd seen her fair share of ghosts in this job. The official records listed one Ruth Evershed, ex-MI-5, now deceased; the unofficial ones had Harry's fingers all over them. Spooks don't die, Connie thinks, they turn into paper figurines, locked up in rusting cabinets; they disappear, spectres on the air.
end.