James Bonds Comes Out To Play
Summary: A pre-series double drabble written for the WC Discord Drabble prompt: "Oh, look! My will to live… it's gone."
Peter and Jones follow-up a dubious tip.
Following up a dubious tip they'd received that morning regarding "an individual of FBI interest", a suspicious Agent Burke had left Jones covering the abandon building's entrance while he checked inside.
Recognising James Bonds exiting the building, Jones was elated, sure he was about to impress his boss. Now, just minutes later, he was cursing, wishing his life was over. His career in the White Collar Division certainly would be once he told Burke he'd lost the little creep - in a dead end alley!
Returning to the alley entrance he saw Peter racing towards him. His phone buzzed with an incoming message from the same burner phone number as the original tip. How'd the tipster get his number? Jones opened the text with a sense of trepidation. "Tell Agent Burke to check his credentials."
Reaching Jones, Burke demanded, "Well, where is he?"
"Gone. Could you check your ID boss?" Jones asked, showing Peter the text.
Perplexed, Peter removed his ID, flipping it open. The message on the slip of paper was simple. "Thanks for playing, Peter". How?
"Damn it! That clumsy myopic lost tourist earlier! Bonds was there!"
Jones sighed with relief. This clusterfuck had started then, with Peter.