Outtakes by InSilva
Disclaimer: Nothing to do with me.
A/N: Three little randomy things.
Part one: a conversation from O11 that couldn't be in "a different perspective".
"Hey, Bobby."
"Danny!" Warm and friendly and happy to hear from him. "Just a moment."
There was the sound of footsteps and a door closing and then Bobby was back with him.
"It's good to hear from you. It really is."
"Thanks." It was good to hear Bobby too. It was good making contact with the world again.
"When did you…?"
"Few days back."
"And you're OK?" Lots wrapped up in there. Four years' worth of concern and a question about the immediate too.
"I'm fine. We're fine," he expanded and he heard the happy exhalation of breath at the other end of the phone.
"Warned him not to do anything stupid."
Danny smiled. "Well, he appears to have listened. You must tell me your secret."
"So. Take it you're not phoning round everyone you know to say hello."
He heard the focus and the purpose that was part of what made Bobby Bobby.
"Putting something together. Could use another pair of hands."
"Technical? Munitions?" There was a pause. "You guys already know all the guys I'd know, surely."
"Not a specialist," Danny said. "Someone willing."
"Well, I'd have said Vance G but he's currently unavailable."
A pleasant euphemism and Danny wondered how many times in four years he'd been described that way.
"Is it dangerous?" Bobby asked and Danny's eyebrows rose because that wasn't a question he was expecting. Profitable or tricky but not dangerous. Well, he couldn't lie.
"It might be. We're working on lowering the risk."
"You two are running it?"
"Yes."
There was a longer pause and then Bobby said, "You'd do worse than a kid called Linus. Works the Chicago L trains. Blond. Dresses like a preppy. Light fingers, good touch and he can disappear with the best of them. And he's a stand-up guy."
Stand-up. Not going to fold easily. Not going to rat anyone out.
"Where would he be tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow being Wednesday? He'll be in Kempsey's Diner by Kimball Station, first thing. Works the line down to Library State-Van Buren. Rich pickings from stockbrokers and accountants."
"Thanks, Bobby. Appreciate it."
"You take care."
Danny hung up and glanced at Rusty, fully clothed and fast asleep with fried egg in places it shouldn't be. He scribbled a note and left it on the pillow then headed out the door. Chicago and Linus beckoned.
Part two: a conversation that should have been in "a different perspective".
And it would have been if only the writer hadn't been stupid enough to get rid of her O12 dvd about 2006 which meant she then had to buy the damn film again last year for completeness and to make sure she didn't miss anything and only about a year after she started "a different perspective" did she notice this. *growling at self*.
This would probably have gone into chapter three. Just after they get back to Bruce's flat.
"Let me see," Danny said.
Rusty raised an amused eyebrow.
"You just can't wait to get me out of my clothes, can you?"
Nevertheless, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling his arm free for Danny's inspection. The tattoo had grown. Further down his arm now, licking the back of his hand. Dark lines marking golden skin, fresh to Danny's eyes and fresher than Danny might expect.
"Thought I told you not to do anything like this ever again," Danny said, his thumb running over the new markings.
Rusty looked at him and grinned.
"You think this time there was a beautiful woman involved, secrets and lies, running and hiding with you nowhere in sight? Twice in a lifetime?"
Danny's eyes held his and Rusty sighed.
"Maybe it's to remind me not to do anything stupid."
"Thought that was my job."
"Well, now you're back from sabbatical, you can take up your post again."
Four years apart. Four years of separation.
"That's motivation enough not to get caught," Danny agreed.
"You get a longer term and I could end up all Ray Bradbury," Rusty told him solemnly.
"You'd clash with your own shirts."
Better make sure it never happens then.
"If only to keep the gods of aesthetics appeased."
Part three: inspired by the author's comment at the end of the latest "Dominoes" chapter. A few ways in which the Benedict Job could have gone really, really wrong.
"Ocean? Your parole's been turned down."
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"You're not Bruiser…"
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"These lines going to hold us?"
"One way to find ouuuuuuuu-"
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Stepping through the vault doors.
"Yen? Yen?"
"Oh, dear God!"
*
"Have you tried to lift one of these holdalls?"
A/N: Anyone got any more? :)
