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"Fucking idiots all of them I swear to whatever God is above." Nicholas said rubbing her hands over her eyes.

She was currently in Charlie Strong's Yard watching as the boys loaded a boat full of merchandise prior to dropping an entire box into the river. She had ripped a new one into one of the boys' who had dropped it, smacking him to the ground with the back of her hand. Charlie had just stood there and watched as his niece, well currently nephew, had done so. He had stood back and watched as she had worked to then shout at the boy some more and threaten him, "Either you jump in that damned river or I'll toss your sorry ass in! Get that fucking box and dry it out!" Charlie had to admit it had been a while since he had seen her, but he hadn't expected her to become so mean.

"Thomas has a lot riding on all this." she told him, causing him to look at her as he lit the cigarette that hung between his teeth. He noticed the worried and extremely tired expression that hung on her face. She looked much older than what she actually was and it worried Charlie.

"Aye, but that doesn't mean you should lose the sleep over it." he informed her. She gave a deep sigh, knowing that he was right. But she was placed in charge of so much over the short period of a few months. She had proven to Tommy that she could handle whatever he threw her way and so he gave her quite a bit to do because of it. She shook her head.

"There's more to it than that sadly. Thomas has a lot more than just a gambling hall riding on all this now. I have to make sure that my responsibility don't have him double guessing that I can do this job. Besides, look around you uncle Charlie, just how many women do you see working out here?" He knew what she was getting at.

It was true she was one of the only women he'd ever known to be given a man's job. Even though she had to dress and act like a man to get it, Tommy and the rest of the Shelby's knew good and well that she was a woman. Strange, since Tommy was all old fashioned and expected his women to be safe at home, taking care of children and the house, instead he had her out here running the whole damn yard.

"I understand what yer saying, but Tommy doesn't have a handle on any of this honestly." She peeked a brow. What the hell was he talking about right now? She turned her full attention to him. He looked at her, knowing he said something he shouldn't have said.

"What are you talking about uncle Charlie?" He held his breath, he knew he shouldn't have mentioned anything to her. He was in trouble now.

"Er, well, Tommy's men made a mistake a few months prior. They had taken… not the load they were suppose to have taken." She understood now what uncle Charlie was talking about.

"Ah, yeah, I know about that whole mishap." It was Charlie's turn to look completely confused. She turned away from him and merely crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes trained on the boys working to load the boat.

"The copper that came up here for them. I know what you're talking about. That wasn't Tommy's mistake, it was his men's mistake. Granted though they were probably drunk off their asses." Suddenly Charlie's hand wrapped around her arm and she was pulled closer to him to where they could whisper.

"And how the blood hell do you know about the guns!?" He didn't understand how she had come to find out so easily when Tommy had been so hush-hush about the whole ordeal.

"I was informed by Tommy. Why? Was it suppose to be some sort of great big ol' secrete or something?" Charlie shook his head. It wasn't really a secrete between the family, but Tommy was extremely careful about who he told about the guns. Charlie just couldn't believe that Nicholas had found out so soon about them and from Tommy no less. He released his hold on her and allowed her to step back and continue to watch the boys' in the yard.

"Tommy must think you're our saving grace." Nichole couldn't help but bust out a laugh. That was the first time she had been called that by anyone, and believe her she had been called a lot of things by people, but never that.

"No, I'm just your ordinary cross-dressing Peaky Blinder." She said giving him a small wink. Charlie snorted and shook his head. He was having trouble wrapping his mind around how much she had known about everything that was happening. He knew he would have to speak to Tommy about it all later, but for now he had to stay there with her and watch to make sure that the boys loaded up the supplies correctly. Lord knows that if she were left alone and there was another screw up, one of the boys might just wash up on the shore down the river.

After a rather long day down at the docks Nicholas went straight to the Garrison that evening. She was beyond tired but a drink sounded really good right about now. The idiots down at the Yard actually managed to load the rest of the boat without anymore damage coming to the cargo. Instead of going home she decided to swing by the pub, since the house was right around the block from the Garrison.

As she pushed open the doors and entered inside the first thing that caught her was hearing the barmaid singing. She shook her head, what in the hell made Tommy allow her to sing she'd never know and didn't want to find out either. As she walked inside, Grace was standing on top of a chair and singing a rather sad song. They locked eyes for a split second before Nicholas lowered her head and entered into the corner room of the pub.

When she walked inside Tommy was sitting there alone with a glass of Irish whiskey and smoking a cigar. They locked eyes as soon as she walked in and closed the door behind her. Taking off her hat she threw it onto the table and slid into the booth across from Tommy. Grace's singing could still be heard through the door and then the hearing of the men singing with her caught on. Nicholas ran her fingers through her hair and gave a small sigh before looking around the booth and then allowing her gaze to land on Tommy, who was still looking at her.

"Boats been loaded up and headed out this morning. One of the idiots dropped on the crates into the water. He was made an example of and then ordered to fish it out of the river. We didn't have any other incidents besides that one." she told him as she pulled out her own smoke and went to light it, only finding that she must have lost her lighter when she had went to smack the idiot this morning.

Tommy noticed that she was taking longer to get to her lighter than usual so instead he pulled out his and leaned over the table for her to use it. She looked at him for a second before leaning her body over the table to where her cigaret touched the tip of the flames and she gave a few good puffs as she helped to light the tip. Pulling back she nodded her head in thanks and took a long needed drag before resting into her seat. The singing of the men had stopped and it let Grace's voice be heard through the bar again. There was a thick silence for a moment between the two of them.

"I didn't interrupt you by coming in here did I?" she asked, slightly concerned that Tommy was in here to meet with someone important or just in here to be alone to think. Tommy shook his head and took a drag of his own cigaret.

"No, I was just thinking." She knew she had done one or the other and it had been the later. Shuffling in her seat she took a moment and popped the spot in her neck that had been bothering her all damned day. This drew Tommy's attention and made him smirk a little. She wanted to know why he was looking at her like that and Tommy knew her expression well.

"Even when we're alone, you're still like a man." he gave a small chuckle. It had been a while since she had heard Tommy chuckle. It was nice to hear every now and then. Tommy was also so damn serious and had so much on his mind. She was pleaded that she could make him feel better every now and then, even if it were only something small like popping her neck and seeming all 'manly' even while the two of them were alone. Nicholas took this chance to try to further make him chuckle, perhaps even put a smile on that face for once.

"Oh yes well, you never know when a cute girl will walk right on in I have to stay ready to steal her with my charming good looks and my manly ways." It was working, for once she had caught just for a second a smirk on his lips and then he laughed to himself as he leaned back in his chair. He started to wonder why she was so entertaining tonight. Something was different about her and it was making him curious as to why she was so different tonight from all the other nights he had her company. He figured he'd play along with her for once and gave her the benefit of the doubt.

"Rather odd for you to say something like that since the day you came here you've been avoiding women left and right as if they were carrying the plague." Nicholas smirked looking over at Tommy, knowing that he was playing along with her now.

"Oh but they do Tommy, you see a woman will walk around looking her best out in public. She'll be proper and all that at first, but then when she finally snatches up pretty boys like you that's when she unleashes what she really is which is nothing but pure evil." Instead of smirking or laughing Tommy just sat there instead.

He sat there and thought for a moment. Nicholas raised a brow wondering what in the hell she had said wrong to make not even a smile appear on Tommy. They were joking and she almost had Tommy full on laughing a minute ago and now it was as dead as a doorknob in this little sitting room. Tommy looked at her and he wasn't removing his gaze from hers in the slightest bit. He didn't even bother to take a puff from the cigaret that hung between his fingers. She was started to get worried now. Tommy had been sitting there for at least a good twenty seconds and not saying a word, just looking at her. Then finally he blinked.

"Pretty boys like me, aye?" It was as if a ton of bricks had hit her. She hadn't meant to say something like that to Tommy at least not in those words. Well, sure Tommy was attractive but that wasn't just something you up and told your family member while the of you were alone in a room together. Nicholas shook her head and gave an awkward laugh.

"That wasn't what I meant, Tommy." she said, placing her elbow on the table and pointing an accusing finger his way. Tommy just sat there with his poker face on so she couldn't tell what was going through that brain of his so she figured she was in the hot seat right now. He just looked at her with those eyes that would cause any man to think that it was their last moment. When those eyes fell upon someone normally it was their last moment. But for her it just seemed as if Tommy was thinking long and hard and then – he actually cracked a genuine smile. And not only did he smile but he gave a laugh as well, it wasn't much but it was at least something. He shook his head before he took another hit of his cigaret and crossed his leg over the other.

"You shouldn't look so serious. You'll end up having your pretty face stay like that." Nicholas shook her head. He was playing a tune that she didn't want to follow. Though he was Thomas Shelby; her cousin, he was still her boss before all else. She finished off her cigaret and put it out in the ashtray.

"Careful, your barmaid might get suspicious if she over hears you saying I have a pretty face." she was determined to change the subject now and even though she hated pulling Grace into the situation she did have a point. Tommy wouldn't go around calling other men pretty and that would raise an alarm with Grace telling her that Nicholas wasn't whom he seemed to be in the first place. Tommy nodded and just like that the game was over.

They both continued to make small talk and eventually Grace did come in to check on the table and brought Nicholas a glass for him. Tommy had decided that it was high time Nicholas had joined him in on drinking and so the two of them spoke to each other about things that had been happening in their lives. For once it wasn't a talk about strictly business. Tonight she actually got to see a side of Tommy that was rarely seen by anybody. Even thought it was mostly her doing all the talking Tommy would occasionally put in his own story about how his life had been since the last she had seen him before she moved to America with her father.

Tommy told her about the war and the things that he'd seen. He figured she cold stomach it compared to some of the things that she had told him. She told him about her crew that she had brought over and how she had trained all of them. She asked about them and Tommy informed her that he had them running with the rest of the boys over in London territory. Had them doing some information seeking and all that. It had been months since she had actually seen them and it worried her slightly. They had grown to become like family to her and she didn't even want to think about what would happen if she were to lose one of them.

They were all young as well, younger than her, hell the oldest was only twenty one. They spoke well into the night and drank a whole bottle just between the two of them. When the end of the night came they were both having to lean on each other as they supported each other as they both stumbled terribly out the door. Tommy was holding her up the best he could as she laughed about something, he had already forgotten what he had said to her, as the two of them struggled to get back home.

The walk normally wasn't all that far but since they were both drunk off their asses it was a rather tedious task. Both knowing that they weren't even going to make home round the corner, Tommy decided that instead they'd rest where the car was parked at least till one of them sobered up a little. He placed her down as easy as possible into the car.

They were both going to climb into the back seat, since there was more room for the both of them back there to lay back and rest. As Tommy climbed inside and shut the door he noticed that she was still laughing about whatever he had said earlier. He couldn't help but smile himself, her laughing was wanting to make him laugh as well.

"You know something Tommy." she slurred and stuttered her words rather badly. Tommy just looked to her. He actually looked at her for the second time she'd been here. She turned to look at him that damned smile still upon her lips.

"I didn't think we'd connect like we have. I was always so worried that you'd stay distant from me, because I'm a woman. Aunt Pol warned me that you'd might have a problem with me being a woman, seeing as how you're so strict when it comes to the gambling hall. But, I have to say that I'm glad I decided to come and help you out. It's been a real pleasure." Tommy didn't know what to say to that, he himself wasn't all that sober and so his judgment was clouded right now.

And that's what had lead him on to doing what he did. Without thinking, he leaned over ever so slowly with his eyes locked on her's and in an instant his lips fell upon her lips. He felt her arch her back up to push her lips up to his more and a hand came up and fingers found their way into Tommy's hair. His lips were rather dried and slightly cracked, but hers weren't any better.

He leaned into her more, all logic had went out the window of that car as something in the back of his mind thanked him for finally doing this to her. Ever since he had seen her in that dress this was all he could think about doing. He would have probably never had done it had he been sober. Even though he had went to the bar tonight to clear his head of her, but regardless of what he wanted to happen she actually showed up and made him feel like his old self again.

She didn't even have to try, she just acted like herself in front of him when they were alone and that's all it really took for him to unravel. The rain that came down softly outside now brought in the chill from the streets. The sloppy drunken kissing only carried on further into a rather sloppy make out session in the back of Tommy's car.

He should have been stopping this right now before it got any further, before the erection in his pants caused it to go any further. But now that they were both laying down, Tommy on top of her, in the back seat they were so close to each other and rather warm. Her hands were roaming freely upon his back as she explored his body. He couldn't help but allow his hands to do the same as he moved them across her covered chest, feeling her nipples perk out through the bandages. This didn't help him want to stop at all, but something finally broke through to him and in a hurry he pulled away and sat back up. He cleared his throat, his hair messy and his hat had fallen somewhere into the floorboard of the car. He kept his gaze out onto the rain that hit the street, a small mist rising from the ground and dancing about in the slight wind that was outside.

"Try to get some sleep. I'll wake you when I'm sober enough to make it home." he informed her.

She was still so drunk that she hadn't really understood what had just happened, but the sleep was more than she had wished to have right now. Regardless she nodded her head and laid back on the seat. She closed her eyes and let out a small sigh, trying her best to do like Tommy and ignore the problem down below in her own pants. It didn't take long at all for her to fall asleep in the back of the car. Once Tommy knew she was sleeping he leaned his head back against the back of the seat and stared up at the black covered top of the car.

He sighed deeply, knowing that he would regret what happened tonight; even more so if Nichole remembered herself when she woke up the next morning.

Her head was pounding and not in a good way either. She groaned as she sat up in bed, trying her damnedest to remember what the hell happened last night that made her feel so bad this morning. She had been drinking she knew that much at least, but everything after that was a blur and she couldn't recall what time or how she even got home.

Shaking her head she patted herself down and felt her bandages still in place, which could have been one of the main reasons why her chest hurt so badly. She scoffed, with her head aching and her chest hurting just as badly she knew that today wasn't going to be a good day at all. She checked the clock and she was surprised she woke up so early.

It was eleven in the morning, true normally she was up earlier but after being as drunk as she was last night she was surprised she didn't sleep in till three in the afternoon. Pushing herself up out of the bed she managed to make her way to her dresser where she tided herself up, changed her bandaging, and got ready for the day.

It didn't take her long to get down stairs where she apparently she walked in on something she shouldn't have. Ada and Polly were standing there awkward as hell as they both looked at her; Ada having a piece of toast with jam.

"Mornin?" Nicholas said with a brow raised. She was buttoning up her vest the rest of the way as she stood there looking at the both of them. Polly nodded and retorted a 'morning' right back at her, Ada on the other hand wasn't wanting to make eye contact. She scuffled her way around the table and started to head into the gambling hall, only to be stopped by Polly.

"Tommy wants to see you in his office first thing." Nicholas turned toward the elder woman and gave her a mere nod of her head, curious as to what Tommy wanted to speak to her about so early this morning.

She opened the closed doors to the betting hall and walked right on in, greeted with several people running up to her and asking her to double check some numbers. She waved them off, telling them that she'd be right back but was needed else where right now; they seemed to understand what she meant. She made her way into Tommy's office, she didn't even have a chance to step inside before she was order rather rudely to shut the door behind her by Tommy himself. She did as she was told and shut the door she then turned her full attention to him.

"Aunt Polly said you wanted to see me first thing?" Tommy wasn't looking at her, he couldn't bring himself to do that right now. Nicholas raised a brow, confused at the man before her right now. Normally it was no problem for Tommy to look her in the eye, something was wrong this morning.

"Tommy? What's wrong? What happened?" It was only then Tommy went to look at her. He wondered if she even remembered last night's events that took place in the back seat of his car. He looked at her for a good long minute before taking a deep sigh and his eyes went back down to look at his desk.

"Last night… do you remember what happened last night?" She shifted from one foot to another as she looked down Tommy.

She didn't remember a single thing about last night after they started drinking heavily. Why did this seem to be such a serious question in the first place? She hadn't done something stupid like get into a fight with someone had she? No that was impossible, she was always a happy and laughing type of drunk she wouldn't just fight someone for no reason. So it worried her about what she was suppose to remember what happened last night.

"No… I can't say I do remember what happened. Why does it seem like I've done something horribly wrong?" Tommy had never had such a rush of relief run over him after hearing those words, she didn't remember his kissing her. He placed his face in his hands and ran them along till his eyes peeked above his fingers. He noticed her worried expression and chuckled quietly to himself.

"Nothing bad happened. I was just wondering how your head was this morning." he had to play this off he couldn't let her even try to remember what had happened last night.

There was a lot riding on this memory to stay out of her mind, Tommy didn't know what he'd do if she remembered things would have to change drastically if she ever actually started to remember what had happened. He'd have to send her away, back to America where she came from, he couldn't let her be shamed for his mistake. She still wore a curious expression on her features but allowed it to slide at the moment.

"Was that all you had to ask me or was there another reason you wanted to see me first thing this morning?" Tommy shook his head, it wasn't the only thing he needed to see her about.

Today was the day that Tommy needed her to run some information to someone of importance. Sadly, she was the only one he could trust. He knew that sooner or later she would have to be confronted with the copper from Belfast, so he'd send her with a message to him about the guns and more dealing that he wanted done. Placing his hand on the side of the desk, Tommy pulled out an envelope and held it out for her to take.

"I need you to take this to that copper from Belfast. He and I have some… arrangements about the guns." She understood, but she was wondering why Tommy wanted her to do it personally.

Why not just mail the letter? She wasn't about to argue as she walked over and took the letter from his hand, but just when she was about to pull away Tommy abruptly grabbed her by the wrist and held her there, startling her slightly. She looked down at him and he looked up at her; their eyes never swaying from one another.

"He's not a normal copper. He's been sent by Churchill to get the guns back. Don't let your guard down even around the other coppers that are on our payroll, understand." She swallowed rather hard, but nodded.

She understood now why Tommy was sending her even if he didn't say it himself. She knew that the guns were of great importance and not everyone knew about them and that Tommy had them hidden. He put a lot of trust in her to get the job done, she felt slightly flattered to be given such a task.

Once Tommy was sure she understood he allowed her wrist to leave his hand. She didn't spend any time dallying as she turned and left the room in a hurry.

When she had gone and Tommy was left alone he sighed; her warmth of her wrist still lingered within the palm of his hand.

When she made it to the station she walked right on inside. Some people looked at her but quickly looked away, instantly knowing she was part of the Peaky Blinders. The coppers knew who she was as well and they choose to ignore her too as they allowed her to head back to the Inspector Detective's office.

When she made it to the door she gave a small knock and entered when she was given the word from the other side of the door. Opening it she walked inside and closed it quietly behind her. Turning about she faced a rather elderly gentleman who sat behind a fancy desk and just looked at her with suspension.

"Copper from Belfast I'm guessing?" she asked, he just quirked a brow and gave a slow nod more than likely wondering what she was – well, what he was doing in his office.

Slipping a hand into her pocket she pulled out the letter that Tommy had given her to deliver. She strolled across the office room and held it out for him to take. Without saying another word he glanced from her down to the letter before hesitantly taking it and looking it over once.

He gave her one more glance before he opened the letter and scanned it over with his eyes. It only took him a short minute to read the letter before huffing and closing the letter and tossing it down onto his desk. He glanced back up at her with a curious eye resting on her body.

"And just who might you be then? Just another dog working for the master?" She snorted at his question, he was a funny little man, she had to give him that. She tilted her head, her scar on her face being showed off unintentionally which caught his attention.

"Ah, you're that new Shelby lad that showed up here a few months back." he noted, recognizing the scar on her cheek. Her eyes gazed over toward him, she noticed a smirk resting on his lips.

"Yeah. Tell me-" she asked putting her hands in her pockets and turning her back to him as she started for the door. "Did you manage to figure that out all on your own or did your little barmaid from the Garrison tell you that bit?" At the last part she turned around and noticed the rather shocking expression that hit his face like a ton of bricks. With that last bit said, she went to open the door but was stopped when the man rose from his chair and held out his hand toward her.

"W-wait just a moment now." She turned back to him, seeing his upset expression. She knew she had him then, she knew she was right all along about that damned barmaid, Grace.

"Please… let us talk for a moment." She narrowed her eyes but regardless of what she wanted to do she closed the door and turned toward him with her arms crossed over her chest, she wasn't happy being here at all and now he wanted to talk to her for a moment what could he possibly want to say that she wanted to listen to?

"How did you know-"

"Your little undercover agent isn't all that good about hiding who she really is it turns out. She was figured out in a matter of minutes just chatting with her. She's an amateur really, not too smart sending a woman into a man's game really." The inspector didn't seem all too pleased with what she had to say about Grace, she seemed to have struck a chord with the man over her little inside displeasure with the woman.

Regardless, the inspector stood up straight behind his desk from his bent over position that he placed himself over his desk when he tried to keep her from leaving the room. He cleared his throat and walked out from around the desk.

"You're Nicholas Shelby, correct? Well, you're much smarter than any of those other Shelby's that I've ran across… all aside from Thomas Shelby, your boss. Do pray tell, how did you figure out that she was working for me?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the front of his desk. She shook her head and reopened the door preparing to leave.

"I only have one thing to say to you, sir. You'd best keep a tighter leash around that woman before she goes poking around in place's she not welcomed… I would hate for her to gain a reputation of becoming the whore of the Shelby family." she didn't even need to be facing the man to know the horrified expression that washed across his face that instant, she could hear it in the small gasp he took.

She smirked to herself before dismissing herself from his office and making her way out of the station internally. Once she was a few blocks away from the building she sighed deeply as she removed her hat and ran her fingers through her slick backed hair. She shook her head and allowed her feet to carry her to the Garrison.

It may have only been two thirty in the afternoon but by thunder she needed a fucking drink.