Fancy Seeing You...(Clark, Paige, open)

[SSA David Rossi]

After a few more minutes of rehashing takedown techniques, it became time for a hand-off to Clark, and Rossi picked up his phone to summon Clark, ending a minute or so of futile protest from downstairs by dusting off his old Gunny Command Voice and barking a sharp, "Get your ass up here, Marine!" calculated to induce a reflexive response that would override logic.

A minute or so later, there was a familiar series of impact tremors as the heavy Fed lumbered up the walkway to Dave's office and gave two sharp knocks on the door. "You rang?" Clark asked, for some reason uneasy about being there...

"Lucy Morrison, Hostage Rescue; John Clark, the Men In Black," he introduced, trying to break things up with a joke. "Officially, he's Division Six on loan to us, but unofficially we like to think of him as our own in-house blend of Jason Bourne and a human tank."

[SSA Lucy Thomas-Morrison]

Lucy made sure to take careful notes as Dave wrapped up his lecture. She smiled, and thanked him for his time. She felt a bit less rusty now, and ready to face the UNSUBs she was unsure of before.

Thanks so much for your help...I feel more confident. The Bureau doesn't exactly take extra help for mothers, sadly. Her mind remembered the little redhead
who'd stuck her head in earlier. Maybe Lucy should warn HER...

She settled back as Dave picked up the phone, and finished her coffee.

Get your ass up here, Marine! She chuckled, but Dave didn't appear amused. A few minutes later, the floor began to quake. What the hell? A strange, yet familiar, man appeared at the door, and she picked up something with her not-highly-tuned ESP. Hmm.

Dave made the introductions.

"Lucy Morrison, Hostage Rescue; John Clark, the Man In Black.Officially, he's Division Six on loan to us, but unofficially we like to think of him as our own in-house blend of Jason Bourne and a human tank. Lucy smiled.

Hello. I am Lucy Thomas-Morrison. Agent Rossi said you could help me refresh my skills? I am just back from maternity leave... She was a bit afraid of the hulking man, but also felt a strange urge to share more with him. She would have to ask Roger if he knew about this man later.

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Clark was as polite as his unease would let him be, though it was still awkward--the visitor was probing in ways he couldn't afford to be probed. "Clark," he replied, gingerly shaking her hand from arm's length. "This will be good practice then... my fiancee and I have a bun in the oven ourselves, and I expect to have my hands full getting her back up to speed after her own maternity leave," he observed, with the least unpleasant smile he could muster.

"Would you rather go over things up here, my desk in the Bullpen or down in the Bunker?" he asked. "I was thinking, we'd use the Bullpen as a practice target--how'd you take this place down if you had to?"

He let her talk for a few minutes, then suggested a few refinements based on his own experience, and offered a little extra: "I also have a whole playbook of Hostage Rescue and Building Clearing tricks not in the official FBI manual, and I don't mind sharing them, but... there is a condition attached, and that is that you can never ask where that knowledge came from... it's one of those 'you can tell people the program exists but then you have to kill them' kind of things, and I've had to do more than enough of that for a hundred lifetimes," he concluded wearily, pain and haunting clearly visible on his face.

[SSA Lucy Thomas-Morrison]

Lucy glanced the strange man up and down. She raised an eyebrow to Rossi-since when did the BAU have permission to "borrow" from D6?! Because you didn't exactly just show up and go, "I'll take two agents, thanks..." She might not know too much about the hierarchy of the FBI, but even she knew that.

She forced a smile, unsure of why she felt so ill at ease. It couldn't have been his unusual appearance-her husband was a Brit, and they weren't known for being the sexiest men alive by any means. Sure, there were a few-David Beckham, Daniel Craig, but not many. He spoke, his British accent seeming a bit forced.

Would you rather go over things up here, my desk in the Bullpen or down in the Bunker? I was thinking, we'd use the Bullpen as a practice target--how'd you take this place down if you had to? Bunker?! Uh huh. Like she'd be alone with this strange...creature in God-knows-where. She shrugged lightly.

Bullpen. She rose to follow him, hoping that this would go fast so she could put this entire, strange, uncomfortable situation behind her. The Clark man went on.

I also have a whole playbook of Hostage Rescue and Building Clearing tricks not in the official FBI manual, and I don't mind sharing them, but... there is a condition attached, and that is that you can never ask where that knowledge came from... it's one of those 'you can tell people the program exists but then you have to kill them' kind of things, and I've had to do more than enough of that for a hundred lifetimes. She decided not to ask.

I see...well, that should be helpful, to an extent. From what I understand, the entire thing is fairly cut-and-dry; we go in, rescue hostages, and take down the bad guys. I am one of the negoiatiors, though. I have some secrets of my own in my bag of tricks...