I felt like Sasha Gavrik from Season 10 of Spooks was such a great character that he needed his own story. I wanted to explore the aftermath of Season 10 as I imagined Sasha would be deeply affected by it and his relationship with his father would (of course) be very strained. This is my first online published fanfiction so feedback is appreciated.
DISCLAMER: 'Kudos' owns Spooks and its characters, I own everything else.
PROLOGUE
He lined the Stechkin's cold barrel up with the woman's forehead. Her short red curls shook as she pleaded.
"Don't. Please." Her voice was a desperate whisper. She looked up, begging for mercy. His steel blue eyes stared back at her but they didn't seem to see her. He averted his gaze to the older man behind her.
"Mercy." She tried again. He glanced at the elder man behind her as if for advice.
"Mother Mary..."She began to pray silently as he tightened his grip on the trigger.
CHAPTER ONE
Approximately 43 hours earlier.
Morning light broke through the heavy snow clouds in vain. The glistening snowflakes had scarcely swirled through the air before they permanently settled in a slushy mess on the ground. Lubyanka Square was silent but for a solitary figure slowly making its way towards another day of work.
Sasha picked his way through the square, his blue eyes dimmed by a year's worth of sleep deprivation. "You should be thinking less and sleeping more." a voice trailed through his head before he could bury it back down. He tensed slightly, for a moment his old limp pronounced itself before he regained composure and continued on his way.
Like the square, the Counter-Intelligence office's had also not yet started their day. All but Sasha. Sitting at his desk, Sasha began typing reports from yesterday's task. The room around him juxtaposed against the building's stately antique exterior. Its cool modernist style hid a manifold of computer and espionage technology behind clean white lines.
The sound of glass doors sliding announced the arrival of Sasha's colleagues.
"Christ Sasha. You need to get a life." was Stepan's greeting.
"This is his life." Leo re-joined in mock seriousness.
"Yeah whatever," Sasha said casually, trying to brush aside the conversation, "Take a look at this." He pulled up a passport picture on his screen for the other two to inspect. The man in the picture was young with sandy blonde hair and a large jaw.
"This man arrived Domodedovo airport last night. His passport says he is British going by the name of Jessie Kirk." Sasha then pulled up a profile from the FSB database. The picture matched the one in the passport. He continued,
"However, this man is actually a British Security Services officer, Tristan Reed."
"What the hell is MI5 doing in Moscow? We get six all the time but why five?" Leo questioned.
"Well," Sasha reached for his coat "There's one way to find out."
I have already finished writing this story so I'll keep posting the other chapters till I'm done. Please feel free to review/comment.