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@fiightcrs // quinn

           “when this is over ‘m gonna hafta kick your ass.” if only because  quinn was currently untouched and eliot had just had to fight his way  through a pack of goons that were decently trained. “you could’a helped.” only eliot knew that he couldn’t. but it would have been nice.

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@fiightcrs // maggie

                “i uh... i wanted to apologize. i didn’t realize you were uh... nate’s ex-wife.” if he had he might have steered clear. granted it’d proved useful... still, eliot couldn’t help but feel like maybe he should have known. it was nate after all. he should know better. especially because he’d been genuinely  interested until he’d found out. now he was just embarrassed. 

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@fiightcrs ♥ starter call for mcsweeten! 

this is something that would be far more suited for sophie, she thinks. even nate and hardison are a better choice. but sophie says she’s the closest to mcsweeten-- that it would mean the most coming from her. so she stands awkwardly at the agent’s door, a bouquet of supermarket flowers (that she actually paid for!) dangling from her hand, sorry for your loss scrawled in plastic among the petals. 

parker doesn’t know how to connect to a loss like this-- her own stepdad’s death had been a gleeful occurrence-- but she’s learned enough to know mcsweeten is hurting. and some part of her hurts, too. her brief conversations with peter mcsweeten and the things they’ve learned over the course of the job have told her he loved his son, and his son is her friend, and  that’s enough to cause a little tightness in her chest. 

it takes her a moment to be ready, but with a deep breath, she raises a hand and knocks a little too loudly on the fbi agent’s door.

“agent mcsweeten? it’s me, par-- special agent hagen.”

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@fiightcrs liked the starter call

“You’re cute but you’re hanging around here so there’s like a ninety-nine percent chance you’re bad for me. You don’t look like most of the people who come begging for help so what’s your deal?” Allie gives a sniff to the bottle of liquor she’d pulled from the cabinet before pouring herself a generous amount, then holding it up in a wordless gesture to ask if he wanted any.