Milkshakes with Sonia (sonia/clark/murph)

[murph]

( ( Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my side A little Hank Jr. and a six pack of lights Old dirt road and I'll be just fine ) )

Murph pulled her unmarked prowler into the parking lot of the Happy Huddle, and killed the engine. She and the Fed entered the building, and all eyes were on her. She knew she was a popular cop; she tried to be "cool" with the kids and families, but anyone who knew her knew she also took no prisoners when the chips were down.

She smiled at the waitress as the woman escorted them silently to her usual table-mid-way thorough, in a booth, near the restrooms-her pregnancy made her have to pee like Seabiscuit.

"Is this OK, Clark?" She inquired of the still-mysterious and slightly scary FBI agent. She picked up her phone and dialed Sonia.

"Sonia, dear, I am at the Happy Huddle. I will meet you in a few, yeah? I hope you don't mind, I am working with one of the FBI people today, and he came along. I promise it won't be weird."

She sighed, and hung up after getting confirmation from the girl that she would be there soon. She smiled at Clark.

"So, tell me about you."

( ( Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace A simple life and I'll be okay here in small town USA ) )

NOTES?! Tired
OUTFIT?! CLICK ME I'm Fiona's outfit
MUSIC?! Pink Floyd
TAGGED?! Clark/Sonia
WORDS?! ?
CREDITS?! This wonderful templete cam from Ashie?! at Caution 2.0?! Lyrics are from Justin Moore's song Small Town USA!?. Thanks Ashie for the template!

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"I think this will work great," Clark replied. "About me--well, I've worn three names in my two lives, the first of which I don't even know who I was. I mean there are a few fragments of memories mostly involving my grandfather and his brother Uncle Fred--one of the .45s I carry is the one he carried in WWII--but I'm a functional amnesiac, which works out for the best with some of the places I've been. CIA Clandestine Ops dislikes operatives with families, NSA black-ops is outright violently hostile."

Pausing, he pulled out a little black box and switched it on. "Ah, that's better--radio jammer. Cellphones and normal TV and radio still work, but most of the frequencies used by spooktoys are squelched out. One of my ex-colleagues had a tragic heart attack the other night around here, so best to be cautious."

"Anyway, in spite of my mentor's best efforts to get me assigned to his own sector, Eastern Europe/Russia, I was snapped up by a program called Ghost--specialized deep-cover infiltrators for espionage, sabotage and assassination. Then, to fill the time between missions, it was decided to detach me as NSA Liaison to NCIS; who better to hunt spies, moles and infiltrators than one of their own kind? Then from there, I was moved to the BAU so I could learn to beat profilers by being one."

"Formal education: MA in WWII Studies from Norwich, working on getting accepted for a PhD in Forensic Psych and also taking correspondence chef courses from both Cordon Bleu and Culinary Institute of America--someday I really wanna do Iron Chef. As an amnesiac, I have almost no memory of my family outside my grandfather and his brother; Uncle Fred gave me his old Army .45 while I was a boy, so part of why I'm as good with that weapon as I am is it's like my hand literally formed around it as I grew up. Two children, not biological but rather experimental Artificial Intelligences--Blackout, which is the AI built into that big chopper that dropped off cargo for us the other day, is actually a licensed securities broker and has made our Research & Development efforts self-sustaining, to the point that the money DARPA invested in starting up our firm and building him has been paid back with considerable return. And then there's KARR... who can be a real headshaker at times--try to imagine a Trans Am that's developed the mind of a pubescent teenager in full hormonal-trip. Keep this to yourself, but SSA Whyn and I are seeing each other--Spence's sister set us up on a blind-date, and we have a standing appointment on the range every week; if you saw that weird AK47 shotgun in the case with my Thompson, that's one I built with my own two hands, and she's so good with it she's scary. Go figure, she decides to claim my very favorite gun as her own..." he observed with a laugh.

A waitress came by, and he asked for a cup of coffee.

"Goals in life: I want out of the business of violence--somewhere out there in another timeline, my counterpart is trying to become a college history professor, and I'll bet even without all the advantages I have of being comfortably well-off he's probably much happier with his life, and I myself hope to retire to a classroom where I can pass my knowledge and love of history on to the next generation. So, that's me in a nutshell--your turn," he said with a polite smile.

[scampbell]

center]Everybody's living like there ain't no tommrow,

Maybe we should stop and take a little time,
[/center]

Sonia pulled her old car into the parking lot, and entered the resturant, where she saw her friend and mentor, Murph, waiting with a slightly scary looking man dressed all in black. She fiddled with her bag, her purse standing out from the rest of the demure clothing she wore. Sonia was a shy child, and quiet, and preferred to wear little to no makeup if she could get away with it. She quietly stopped at the table near the restrooms, and spoke, her tone light.

"Murph? I am here," she said, taking the empty seat in between the strange man and the cop.

Cause you never really know what your neighbors goin through ,

Words:
Notes: None
Outfit:Click Me
Muse:Katy Perry
Credit: goes to Ashie of Caution and Sawyer Brown for his song They Don't Understand

They don't understand.

[murph]

( ( Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my side A little Hank Jr. and a six pack of lights Old dirt road and I'll be just fine ) )

Murph tried to listen closely as Clark spoke, but all she could think about was her rumbling stomach, and how many steps to the bathroom, just in case. She wasn't handling the pregnancy well, and this case didn't help. It made her upset that she knew the victims, their families, and likely, the perp.

Just then, Sonia interrupted her reverie, and she smiled up at the girl.

"Sonia, please, sit down. This is Agent Clark, he was just telling me about himself, and it's interesting that we have some of the same life story...he was just telling me that he was set up with his lady friend, just like me and Ian. Anyway, thanks for joining us, Sonia. Have whatever you like."

[/justify]

( ( Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace A simple life and I'll be okay here in small town USA ) )

NOTES?! Tired
OUTFIT?! CLICK ME I'm Fiona's outfit
MUSIC?! Pink Floyd
TAGGED?! Clark/Sonia
WORDS?! ?
CREDITS?! This wonderful templete cam from Ashie?! at Caution 2.0?! Lyrics are from Justin Moore's song Small Town USA!?. Thanks Ashie for the template!

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"Nice to meet you, Miss Campbell," Clark said pleasantly in his Texas drawl, gently kissing her hand in the time-honored tradition of old-school Southern Gentlemen.

[scampbell]

Everybody's living like there ain't no tommrow,

Maybe we should stop and take a little time,

Sonia blushed, and spoke in a low, quiet tone, her words carefully chosen.

"It's my pleasure, Agent Clark. Hello, Lt. Murphy. I recieved your message; I hope all is well with Andy. It is wonderful that you brought one of the agents along; Daddy was discussing them last evening at dinner, and I had hoped to meet them. Your work seems fascinating," she said to Clark. She smoothed her hair nervously, and moved around the place setting. She always fidgeted when she was nervous, no matter how hard she tried not to.

"What can I do for you both? It is a strange place to meet, the Happy Huddle, I mean." She was thankful when the waiter, a recent graduate of her school, approached the table, and she placed her usual order-small hamburger, side of steamed vegetables, and a vanilla shake-her one indulgence.

Cause you never really know what your neighbors goin through ,

Words:Doh!
Notes: Busted?
Outfit: Click me!
Muse: Rickie Lee Jones
Credit: goes to Ashie of Caution and Sawyer Brown for his song They Don't Understand

They don't understand.

[murph]

center]( ( Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my side A little Hank Jr. and a six pack of lights Old dirt road and I'll be just fine ) )
[/center]

Murph smiled at the young woman.

"Andy is fine; Stephanie wanted to pick him up for a party for some little friend of his at the church. Anyway, honey, I wanted to see if you wouldn't mind talking to me about the recent murders in town." Murph wasn't looking at the girl, instead, she was staring down her glass of water and tearing her fries in half and pushing them around her plate.

"Mostly, I just wanted to know what you've heard around school, and to tell you I am sorry. I know the girl went with Paul."

( ( Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace A simple life and I'll be okay here in small town USA ) )

Gulp!
OUTFIT?! CLICK ME I'm Fee's outfit
MUSIC?! Keith Urban
TAGGED?! Clark
WORDS?! Enuf
CREDITS?! This wonderful templete cam from Ashie?! at Caution 2.0?! Lyrics are from Justin Moore's song Small Town USA!?. Thanks Ashie for the template!

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[SA Dr. John Clark]

The waitress came by again to check on them, and Clark placed his own order. "Bacon double-cheesburger, plain, the biggest darn Dr Pepper, Coke or Pepsi you have and a chocolate malt shake, please," he rattled off, "and we're doing one check on my tab." Seeing the detective's raised eyebrow, he explained, "I know you have an expense-account too, but better to save yours for when you really need it--I don't expect to live long enough to really get much use out of mine; at least the Bureau's letting me spend my last months making sure my life means something rather than forcing me out on a Medical."

"Sonia, part of why we asked for this meeting is... well, we figured being the Chief's daughter, you might have picked up some inside knowledge of police investigation techniques, and we were kinda hoping you might be up for keeping an eye on things on the inside for us. Besides, with how spooked it sounded like you were by my colleagues at the assembly, I thought it might help if you saw at least one of us as a fellow person doing normal stuff, rather than just an 'authority figure'--I even left my badge back at the office trying to step out into 'normalcy'--well, as normal as it gets in the strangeness of an ex-spy working for both the Feds and a private engineering company at the same time," he observed with a pleasant little laugh.

[scampbell]

Everybody's living like there ain't no tommrow,

Maybe we should stop and take a little time,

Sonia bit her lip, and then took a small bite of her food. She digested the words the cops told her, and then looked sharply at Murph. She spoke then.

"Detective Murphy, I told the agents earlier that I know little. I am not popular, and hardly anyone speaks to me. I do know that Daddy is annoyed because he thinks Paul is homosexual. And I think that he is missing Mama some, too." She took a sip of her milkshake, and turned to the fed.

"I wasn't afraid, Agent. I was just worried for my brother. He's been in some trouble lately, but really, he's a good boy. He looks out for me."

Cause you never really know what your neighbors goin through ,

Words:
Notes: None
Outfit:Click Me
Muse: The Dropkick Murphy's
Credit: goes to Ashie of Caution and Sawyer Brown for his song They Don't Understand

They don't understand.

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"Actually, Sonia, sometimes it's an advantage to be less than popular... if people don't notice you, they don't give your presence a second thought, and thus there's a better chance of seeing things and getting out again unnoticed to share your findings and work another day... there are reasons we don't usually hire people with movie-star looks in the espionage business," Clark observed.

"We're here because we're worried about your brother too, there are any number of potential bad endings on this. I saw a case once where we started to look at the wrong guy, and the pressure of our investigation caused her to snap and start killing people; another, our suspect decided to try to be a hero and do his own investigation to clear his name and he got so close that the real UNSUB killed him. Not to mention that every time we follow a 'red herring', the UNSUB has more time to either cover his tracks or keep on killing... I'm not saying whether your brother is or is not our UNSUB--we're not really sure, just an awful lot of coincidences and about all we really know for a fact are that we found his DNA in the victim, which only means they had sex, maybe he left and the UNSUB whacked her after, and that whoever did the kill had hands very close to the size of his--I had to kill a few people by strangling in my spy days, unless fueled by a lotta rage it's as unpleasant a way to kill as it is to die, so I know what kind of bruises it leaves around a throat and what the size and shape of those bruises say about the hands that made them." He didn't technically outright lie, but inside himself he knew that he was doing a lot of obfuscation and partial-truth... and he hoped that opening up with his own genuinely painful stories from both sides of the homicide would encourage her to do likewise.