Author's Notes: to milady, yes Nick Wolfe was a character from Highlander:
The Raven. He was a potential love interest for Amanda. I've simply taken
it a few steps further with his character. And also, because I think you
were the one who asked me this, Avitaphobia means 'fear of flying.'
Isolophobia means 'fear of isolation.'
As always, same disclaimer applies. Would not mind owning a certain tall dark-haired man with a certain British-esque accent tho. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
April 13, 2005, 130 PM, Le Blues Bar (730 AM, the New York Office of Nick Wolfe [due to the time difference])
When the phone rang towards the beginning of the scheduled lunch hour, it was Darcy who answered the phone. "Hello. Le Blues Bar. Alcohol and entertainment are our specialties. Flirting is mine."
A low chuckle floated through the wires, and it was a full minute before the spoken response finally came through. "I am assuming, Darcy, that if you have taken to answering the phone as so again, Mac would be nowhere in the vicinity?"
"You have guessed correctly, Nick. Give the young man a prize." Her voice broadened into a large grin, and she mouthed 'Nick Wolfe' to Richie's questioning glance. He and Mike had been in the kitchen when the phone rang, and he now stood behind Darcy, tapping her shoulders, in hopes the phone call had been for him. "I'm assuming you wanted to speak to him?"
"I would have liked to, yes. Any idea when he'll be back?"
"Umm, soon? He left for the bank. Doubt the bank will take too long. Can I give him a message?"
From his New York office, Nick sighed. "Tell him I have what he asked me for."
"Ooo, a mysterious message. Very cryptic. Should I expect to see dead bodies soon too?"
"This is not Clue," scolded Nick, but he grimaced all the same.
"A shame. Good movie. Decent board game. I'll give him the message, Nick. Now, sure you don't want to take advantage of today's special offers? Free of charge for old friends."
"Positive, Darcy. But I will keep that in mind for next time I am in Paris. Ciao."
Hanging up the phone, Nick Wolfe's head fell against the top of his desk, and a sickening bang echoed throughout the office. A receptionist looked up, and he waved away her puzzled expression, cursing under his breath. For someone, who nothing of Immortals (despite having worked and being friends with several for three years running now), Darcy Gallagher definitely knew how to strike cords close to the truth. Running a hand through his hair, he dialed another number, this one local.
"Hellooo," purred the unmistakable voice.
"Manda, listen, it's me. I need a favor."
"I'm listening, Nicky."
"In the left nightstand by our bed, in the top drawer, there should be a manila envelope. Get it, please?"
A long pause, a slight scuffle, and the sound of a drawer opening, then closing. "Have it."
"Good. There should be a yellow sheet of paper towards the front. See it?"
"Yes. What is this about, Nicky?"
"Bring that sheet to the office for me, please. It is important. And, also, Amanda, I need you to book two plane tickets to Paris. Preferably for tomorrow."
"Paris in the springtime, lovely. Tell me this is more than a business excursion."
"I will tell you everything tonight, sweetheart. I promise. See you soon?"
"Of course. Just let me dress. Hope you have a jacket, because since I am already there, we shall take brunch together."
"I am looking forward to it. Love you," he whispered.
As always, same disclaimer applies. Would not mind owning a certain tall dark-haired man with a certain British-esque accent tho. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
April 13, 2005, 130 PM, Le Blues Bar (730 AM, the New York Office of Nick Wolfe [due to the time difference])
When the phone rang towards the beginning of the scheduled lunch hour, it was Darcy who answered the phone. "Hello. Le Blues Bar. Alcohol and entertainment are our specialties. Flirting is mine."
A low chuckle floated through the wires, and it was a full minute before the spoken response finally came through. "I am assuming, Darcy, that if you have taken to answering the phone as so again, Mac would be nowhere in the vicinity?"
"You have guessed correctly, Nick. Give the young man a prize." Her voice broadened into a large grin, and she mouthed 'Nick Wolfe' to Richie's questioning glance. He and Mike had been in the kitchen when the phone rang, and he now stood behind Darcy, tapping her shoulders, in hopes the phone call had been for him. "I'm assuming you wanted to speak to him?"
"I would have liked to, yes. Any idea when he'll be back?"
"Umm, soon? He left for the bank. Doubt the bank will take too long. Can I give him a message?"
From his New York office, Nick sighed. "Tell him I have what he asked me for."
"Ooo, a mysterious message. Very cryptic. Should I expect to see dead bodies soon too?"
"This is not Clue," scolded Nick, but he grimaced all the same.
"A shame. Good movie. Decent board game. I'll give him the message, Nick. Now, sure you don't want to take advantage of today's special offers? Free of charge for old friends."
"Positive, Darcy. But I will keep that in mind for next time I am in Paris. Ciao."
Hanging up the phone, Nick Wolfe's head fell against the top of his desk, and a sickening bang echoed throughout the office. A receptionist looked up, and he waved away her puzzled expression, cursing under his breath. For someone, who nothing of Immortals (despite having worked and being friends with several for three years running now), Darcy Gallagher definitely knew how to strike cords close to the truth. Running a hand through his hair, he dialed another number, this one local.
"Hellooo," purred the unmistakable voice.
"Manda, listen, it's me. I need a favor."
"I'm listening, Nicky."
"In the left nightstand by our bed, in the top drawer, there should be a manila envelope. Get it, please?"
A long pause, a slight scuffle, and the sound of a drawer opening, then closing. "Have it."
"Good. There should be a yellow sheet of paper towards the front. See it?"
"Yes. What is this about, Nicky?"
"Bring that sheet to the office for me, please. It is important. And, also, Amanda, I need you to book two plane tickets to Paris. Preferably for tomorrow."
"Paris in the springtime, lovely. Tell me this is more than a business excursion."
"I will tell you everything tonight, sweetheart. I promise. See you soon?"
"Of course. Just let me dress. Hope you have a jacket, because since I am already there, we shall take brunch together."
"I am looking forward to it. Love you," he whispered.