"I'm not sure I'm going to kill you yet, but first, either way, what did you do to piss off the Canadians so much?" Cecily x Gabriel


Gabriel was having a bit of a bad day. A really, really bad day, actually. The kind of bad day that had started with a botched attempt to covertly borrow some rather sensitive information regarding North American oil from the Canadian Security Intelligence Service and had ended with him on the other side of an exceptionally pretty girl's pistol, which, given that CSIS was still looking for him, was not a position he wanted to be in.

"Whatare you doing in the Consulate-General's office?" she asked. She looked vaguely annoyed, but not particularly startled or afraid, given that he'd just burst through her office's open window. But she'd pulled a gun on him with reflexes that were far too quick for a secretary, even if that was how she was dressed.

"The British Consulate-General?" he asked hopefully, keeping his eyes trained on her gun while he listened for CSIS agents who'd been chasing him. He didn't hear anything, and he relaxed.

"Yes." She didn't lower her gun, but her tone was almost teasing, when she cocked her head to the side, a cascade of dark hair falling over her shoulder, and asked, "Did you have an appointment?"

"Well, no, but-" He was cut off by three angry Canadians jumping through the window in quick succession. This time, her brilliant blue eyes did widen in surprise. He was almost too busy deflecting a blow to the head to notice, but he saw her recover quickly and proceed to handily knock one of the Canadians out with the butt of her pistol.

A few minutes later, his assailants were scattered about the room in various states of unconsciousness. Her glorious, dark hair was a mess and he was bleeding from a cut on his cheek, but they were otherwise uninjured. She was pointing her gun at him again, but she was smiling at him too, if a bit incredulously. "What the hell did you do to make CSIS so angry?"

He wrinkled his nose a little. "I suspect telling them to go fuck a moose was probably what did me in…"

She laughed outloud and lowered her gun. "I'm Cecily Herondale. How can the British Consulate-General's office be of service to you?"


Thanks very much to ashesandhoney for helping me figure out what Gabriel would have wanted to steal from CSIS. Additionally, I'm not Canadian and I know nothing of CSIS and the British Consulate-General or what their dealings with each other are. Sorry if I've misconstrued anything.