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[01] Well, hello -- Criminal Minds for noc

Inception.

Arthur had said it couldn't be done and yet here he was, boarding a plane to Prague just hours after completing the unfathomable.

They had just barely scraped through, what with all of the last minute plan changes, and they wouldn't know for weeks whether the seed would take but so far it looked like it had and they were all alive. To be honest, it had been one of the most difficult jobs of Arthur's career and also the most eye opening experience he's had in a long time.

Once Cobb and Fischer Jr had left with their respective parties, Arthur had seen their forger and chemist off. They were a pair who defied the expectations of their profession openly admitted to being together and never working without the other to wherever it was that they would spend their fourth - fifth honeymoon. ("Cabo." "God no, remember last time?" "Nepal? You liked Nepal." "It wasn't Nepal that I liked so much as --" Anyway, you get the picture.)

Once he had seen them off, he watched Ariadne buy her ticket for her return trip to Paris (she did have classes to return to after all) and would be sure to keep in contact with the architect. She had promise and if she chose to continue in dream share, she should work with some of the best.

As for Arthur himself, he booked the first flight he could to Prague. He had a safe house there and he could take a little time off to relax, study what Fischer did and check in with Cobb to see how he and the children were adjusting. He would never work with the extractor again unless in dire circumstances but the whole point was getting him back home to his children. As far as Arthur saw it, he had done just that.

He didn't normally indulge in first class seating when leaving a job - it could draw too much attention but for a fourteen hour flight, after just getting off of a long flight, he didn't feel like sitting in cramped corners with a child on one side and one behind him kicking his chair. At least in first class, that was bound to happen less. For now, it appeared that the chair next to him was empty and he was a little thankful for that. Perhaps he'd get a little sleep after all - well, eventually. Once the adrenaline of what he just helped accomplished wore off.

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"A little bit," he said, still grinning and amused. He could see the shyness poking through and chuckled softly. "Yeah, we're flirting," Arthur nodded. "Where do you want this to leave us," he asked, tilting his head a little to look at him. "Want this to be a one off thing -- meet on a flight, flirt, have a quickie in the too small bathroom and call it good? Or something more?" Of which, Arthur didn't have much experience with. Quickies, yes. Long term, relationships -- not nearly as much.

When he heard the word 'love', Arthur's eyebrows rose and felt his lips tug upward. "Dashing and love...," he shook his head with a grin, his ears turning a little red at the endearments. Not that he would admit it of course. "No, I'm not just indulging you." Perhaps at the beginning, a little but the man was endearing and cute...and charming. "I'm enjoying myself talking and flirting with you." Tuck was a handsome man and there was no use denying that in the least.

Well. He hadn't expected it to turn that fast, and Tuck grinned widely that it had. "Well well. Asking for it in the loo? Really? Aren't you a darling thing," he said, shifting back to lean closer. "I suppose that might depend on if we can stand one another for a long flight, doesn't it? If we can, I admit I wouldn't mind having a pint with you back in the states from time to time, without or without the trip to the loo," he added, feeling stronger in this after Arthur had laid it out as he had.

"You are quite dashing. Charming as well. I thought to use pet but doesn't suit you. Ducks preferable," he asked, teasing. "And oddly enough? Love didn't sound nearly as intimate as Darling to my ears."

Arthur bit out a laugh then coughed. "No -- no, I just meant that it's a possibility, what could happen and where others may or may not take something like this to." But -- it had been a thought. Who could blame him - he just finished Inception, he had two drinks under his belt -- okay, one and a half and he was sitting next to a very handsome British man who seemed to be a little bit like Arthur in that he had a job that took him from this place to another.

Arthur picked up his glass and took a drink from it, a long one. He sat it down before glancing over at him. "If we can handle sitting next to each other during a flight like this -- I wouldn't mind having a drink with you whenever we're in the states at the same time." It wasn't his norm -- by any stretch of the imagination but it was nice to have people he could visit when he was in town.

"Ducks," he asked with a small grin. "Hm, that is odd." He was teasing of course. Mallorie Cobb had been the only one to ever call him with any kind of endearment -- well, other than his mother that is. "There have only been two people in my life who have called me any kind of endearment," he admitted.

He nodded as Arthur spoke, nodding through the whole thing even as his grin grew. "Sure. That was it. Because the all your options involve us and a relationship, some of it involving unlawful sex," he teased. "And not once just drinking buddies," he added, unwilling to let this go because he was enjoying himself.

He watched him take that drink, matching him on downing his own. "We should switch to something less bubbley if we're going to keep this up. Though we could save that until next time."

Now there was a next time.

"So we'll keep love, maybe Darling," he taunted, enjoying this talk more than he should have. "Did you have sex with either of them in a plane?"

"Who said anything about it being unlawful sex," he asked with an arched eyebrow. He shrugged a shoulder as thought that answered everything. "Question is, are you interested in it just being drinking buddies," he asked, finding himself amused by the conversation.

Arthur opened his mouth to respond before making a face at the question if he had ever slept with the two. "Fuck no - one was my mother and the other was a close friend." Though, to be honest, he wouldn't have put it past Mal to try that out at some point.

"So you decided that there will be a next time," he asked, raising his eyebrows, the grin never fading from his lips. Arthur could use someone to have drinks with, to get together with and perhaps do more with if it ever came to that.

“Airline bathroom sex is against the law on most airlines,” he pointed out with an arched brow. “Federal law too,” he admitted, figuring it was fairly safe to admit to knowing that. If nothing else, he could say he was busted for it. “Sky marshals get involved and everything,” he added, being honest but enjoying himself. “As for just drinking buddies? No. Though a few drinks before other activities wouldn’t be so bad,” he said, purposefully dropping his voice and trying to sound seductive, right before adding. “Like paintball.”

He laughed at that reaction. “Oh the look on your face,” he said, grinning widely. “You do expressions well, Love.”

Which had Eames nodding. “Of course I have. Haven’t you?”

"If you're caught," Arthur pointed out both amused and intrigued that this man knew all about regulations involving airline bathroom sex. It was, as with most things in his life, something he filed away for further analysis later. Even with all his talk about airplane bathroom sex, Arthur had never been one to do it in such a place. It was too cramped and he spent far too many hours on a plane for his job that it was not that particularly exciting for him. Though, he could see the merit of it.

Arthur chuckled and shook his head as he relaxed in his seat. "I can imagine doing a round of paintball after a few drinks. That would not be a dull game."

He felt his lips quirk up at Tuck's wide and unabashed grin. "No idea what you're talking about. Most seem to have this idea that I'm some sort of android or robot."

"I did," he said without hesitation or pretense. "Besides, we have to see who beats who at a friendly game of paintball."

Oh well, he wasn't expecting this when he took that seat. Someone willing to take on the law and it's loopholes. Very interesting. Tuck couldn't swear he hadn't done such a thing, but it had been a private jet so he wasn't sure that counted. He didn't know it shouldn't be brought up with a potential future lover.

"It could lead to a broken arm too," he said brightly. "It wasn't mine but it could happen," he said, proving that it wasn't hypothetical.

"What makes me think that? Should I explore to find out the truth?"

"Good then. No matter what happens here, we have a date for paintball."

If asked about it, Arthur could say that any other hormonal red blooded man would think of the loopholes around that particular law. Besides, as a criminal and as Arthur, in general, he liked knowing the backwards and forwards of a good portion of the laws that he may or may not be breaking at any particular moment in time. When Tuck mentioned the broken arm part, Arthur's eyebrows arched then chuckled. "It could happen," he agreed with a nod, chuckling. He found it very interesting that his man had brought up the laws regarding it. Lawyer? Marshal? He would have to look into it - see what he could figure out.

Arthur shook his head and just rested his head back. "Didn't say that you would think that - just that's the general consensus from most of the people I work with." His lips spread wide into a grin. "And by explore and find out the truth, you mean...?"

"Yeah, sounds like we do. Have to make plans for when neither of us are out of the country."

"Oh it did. A friend who wanted to add to his mile high miles. One arm stuck in the sink, someone knocked, he jerked and..." And then they had spent the rest of the flight coming up with a good lie about just how FDR had snapped his wrist.

"If you're an android," he said with a smirk. "I'll buy one. Wait, that sounded bad, doesn't it?" It didn't stop him from grinning. "Ask you questions. Stalk you," he said, sounding innocent and going wide eyed.

"Well if it's worth it, we'll work it out. We'll know by the end of the flight."

Arthur's eyebrows shot up at the clip notes story and found it hard not to laugh and instead grinned instead. "Do I need to ask why his arm was in the sink?" Sure there wasn't that much space but -- really? The sink? Okay, it didn't take long before he allowed himself the chuckle. "Sorry," he said, looking at him. "Just, I think his is the first I heard of some major injury from bathroom sex in a plane. Other than the complaints about lack of space.

He ducked his head and crossed his legs at his ankles, giving him a grin. "It did sound a little bad and I think, correct me if I'm wrong, but stalking is probably illegal in at least the lower forty-eight." Perhaps not exactly the truth but still, he was amused by the turn of this conversation. Tuck was a refreshing blend of bold flirtation and shyness and that was something that Arthur hadn't come across in a while.

"We will," he agreed with a nod. Though, to be honest, having a game of paintball would be fun and to see where this went? Oh, that would be fun too.

"Why? I don't know. I don't ask details about his sex life. I have enough of them," he admitted. "Without even trying. Mostly I stumble upon them during work. He's my partner, so there's that. We share a life." In truth he was his best friend. Everything he could want in a best friend. That was something he wanted to have for as long as he could. "He finds a few ways to hurt himself during sex, because he's always trying new ways," he said, blushing as he downed his second glass.

"Oh I'm sure I could over come a officer or three. If the person was worth the stalking, that is," he said with a grin. "Let's stick with questions and talks. I hear that is tried and true," he added.

'If nothing else, I might visit you in another country. I do travel a lot," he pointed out.

Arthur was silent as he considered that and watched Tuck, tilting his head. Partner could mean so many things, especially in Arthur's field of work but again, he was going to wait and look into that a little more once he was in the safe house in Prague. Still, it was interesting to hear Tuck talk about that and watch his facial expressions. He felt his lips quirk up a little. "So, what do you think - should we move onto something a little less bubbly or you okay for the time being," he asked, nodding to their empty glasses.

He laughed and nodded. As could Arthur if he were completely honest. He always made sure he knew where people were that he needed to get a hold of -- just in case. "It is," he agreed. "Usually how people get to know each other anyway."

"It's too bad you're on a job in Prague or I'd say we'd have to grab a drink together," he said, giving him a light smirk. "Just means we'll have to exchange numbers before we step off the plane."

He was still thinking about FDR, about how this was going to be a time before he saw him again. It was what he hated about this job, this part of his life. He had to leave FDR behind. He wondered how long it would be until he got back. Not knowing, that was the hardest. "I think something harder because this shit goes to my head and makes me pass the hell out. I've got limited time and I'm not wasting that."

He paused, realizing what he was saying. "Listen, I may sound creepy but I'm just kind of being a dick. I swear. No stalking. I wouldn't do that to you. Hell, I wouldn't do that to anyone. I like my privacy too," he admitted.

"I... I might be able to find time. Not sure," he admitted, not knowing the extent of the job. "I'll give you my number, you don't even have to give me yours," he said, thinking about what he'd just been saying about stalking. "Then it's all on you if you want to contact me."

Arthur nodded his head and looked up to catch the keys of the stewardess and motioned her over. "Then we'll go with something harder," he said and stretched his legs out in front of him before crossing his legs at the ankles.

His eyebrows rose up. That was certainly something he hadn't expected for Tuck to say but then he should have because if he were honest, Tuck didn't seem to be the type to stalk anyone. "No, you don't seem to be the type to stalk anyone," he admitted. People and emotional motivations weren't always his speciality but he knew enough to know some things.

Arthur held up a hand. "I'm dedicated to my work too," he said by way of saying he wouldn't be upset if they didn't manage to get together. "It's a deal," he said, his lips quirking up.

When she came over, he asked about a full bottle. She said it wasn't possible and so he convinced her to start him a tab, giving over plastic for it. When she returned it was with an assortment of the damn tiny bottles. But at least there were a lot of them.

"Good. I'd hate to know I come off as creepy without trying to. Now if I was trying to, that would be a different story."

"Good. Interesting concept, you know. I don't give up control like this. I like it though, and you're worth waiting and seeing." He ducked his head, realizing how honest he was being.

"Well, at least she gave us plenty to start with," Arthur mused, looking at the assortment of bottles in front of Tuck. At least, he assumed they would share from how it was worded. "I'll get the next round."

Arthur chuckled and shook his head. "No, and anyway, if you were being creepy and I didn't want it, I would have told you so."

"I don't either, normally," he admitted and took a small bottle of whiskey from the collection sitting in front of Tuck. "You think so," he asked, watching Tuck with a small quirk of his lips. He didn't normally come across those who felt that way. Course, he wasn't normally looking for that either -- it already felt like more than a one night thing, or more specifically, a one long flight thing.

Reaching over, he pulled down the table in front of Arthur and started arranging the bottles between them, setting it up with the skills of someone that had tended bar. He had from time to time. It was, he had to admit, a beautiful cover when it was needed. “If we get that far. I’m not sure what they do when you pass out on an international flight. I’ll be screwed if they send me back,” he admitted, laughing though and obviously not caring too much.

“Again, good. Just making sure, Love.”

“I do. Charming. Handsome. Hasn’t hit me yet. I think that’s all reasons,” he said with a bright smile.

Arthur watched as he arranged the bottles on the trays in front of them. "You've been a bartender," Arthur said, watching the experienced way he moved. "On the other hand, this will probably do us for the trip," he amended with a slight quirk of his lips.

It was unusual for Arthur to have someone he only just met call him endearments like 'love' and any others and yet, he was finding himself slowly getting used to it. Becoming charmed by it if he were honest with himself. Arthur found himself chuckling and ducked his head a little. "Hmm, good to know," Arthur said, sending him an honest to god smile.

Tuck laughed, glancing over at him before picking up one of the tiny bottles and spinning it around his hand. “I may have tended a bar or two,” he admitted, opening the bottle and offering it to Arthur. “Do you want a glass,” he asked, arching a brow.

“Of course, then there’s that smile,” he said, feeling a bit more brazen from the alcohol and encouragements such as that smile itself. “Anything else that might be good to know. I’m all for making you smile. I like those dimples.”

"Just one or two?" He was completely teasing of course but Arthur found it intriguing and nodded at his question. "I'd prefer a glass, yes but I can drink it out of the bottle."

Despite himself, Arthur felt his smile grow at Tuck's words regarding his smile and dimples. "You keep that up and you'll end up seeing them a lot more," Arthur admitted.

"Sometimes you take the side jobs you have to," he pointed out, knowing that the help was always overlooked," he said, moving to signal for a couple of plastic cups and ice.

"Well then, I'll definitely keep it up. You're just adorable," he said, blushing.

Arthur chuckled and nodded in agreement. "That is very true," he admitted, watching him before he thanked the stewardess when she brought over the two cups with ice. He picked up the open bottle and poured it into his glass. "You learn a good deal about people that way."

Adorable is a word he hadn't heard used in his direction in a very long time and he could feel his ears burn. "And you're very generous," he said with a smile - dimples and all. He would be one of the few that would ever call a man like Arthur 'adorable'.

Opening one of the tiny bottles, he poured himself a drink as he settled in to talk with Arthur. Not even sure about what. It was just that he wanted to speak with him, just to chat casually while they drank. “Always a helpful skill isn’t it,” he asked with a smile. “Not that I’m always as stellar with it as I’ve been with you.”

“As I said, if it gets me those smiles,” he said with a nod. “So then… Tell me something about yourself.”

"I find that hard to imagine," Arthur said teasingly with a grin - not believing that Tuck wasn't always as stellar as he had been so far. He took a sip of his drink and sighed, yeah -- that was better. He rest in his seat and angled his body in so he was facing Tuck a little more fully.

Arthur raised an eyebrow and smiled. "What do you want to know?"

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