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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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That was how the game was played even when they weren't the types of men they were, a federal agent and a criminal. Even then you didn't tell the entire truth but now, they certainly had to play it a certain way.

He considered that. "Northern Italian cuisine. Also, love sushi. You?"

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Arthur was a tad bit surprised but not at all disappointed. At least, if they were to grab dinner at some point, they would agree on something. "Northern Italian is great," he agreed with a grin. "It's actually one of my favorites as well. I have to admit, if left to my own devices, I probably could live on pizza." Which was, sadly, the truth of it. "But I also love Indian food and a good burger."

Tuck laughed at that. "When I first started in my job, all we did was order pizza. Sixty hour weeks and odd hours and the only thing open was pizza, you know? Then we found an all night sushi place. How I got hooked on it," he admitted, laughing.

"Okay. Car? Have one? Want one? Favorite?"

"So can you eat pizza now or have you gone past the point where it no longer sounds appetizing," Arthur asked with a chuckle. He liked the sound of Tuck's laugh and this sharing-not-sharing thing that they had between them. They were simple, get-to-know-you questions but he liked getting to know Tuck.

"I do have a car that I enjoy driving," he admitted with a grin and a nod. " You may think it's cliche though..."

"I think for now I'm going to use this answer and see where it gets me. I can still eat pizza as long as the company's charming enough. Maybe we'll have to get a pizza sometime," he said, smiling and knowing the game he was playing with Arthur.

"Oh? A cliche? You can't stop there," he said, head canting. "What kind is it? Why cliche?"

Arthur arched an eyebrow with a small little grin. He could see exactly where the game was going with Tuck and he had to admit, he was interested to see where this was going. "We'll have to get a pizza sometime," he agreed.

He laughed. "Okay, maybe not too much of a cliche. It's a Mercedes." It was one of the first things that he had splurged on himself, next to a safe house, once he entered the business.

"I see that worked out better than I thought it would," he admitted, sounding almost smug with himself. "I like when things work out the way I want them to." More than he had even believed it would go. "We'll have to do that."

A brow arched at that. "What model? Come on. Share all the details. Color?"

"What, you're saying that you didn't plan that," he asked with an amused grin. He chuckled and brought his glass up to his lips to take a sip from it. "Yeah, we'll have to," he said with a nod. "Now - I think the real deciding factor is -- New York style or Chicago...," he said, looking at him in mock seriousness.

"Mercedes SL600," he admitted with a chuckle before sharing all of the details. "And it's black. What about you? Favorite car?"

"I was hoping. I wouldn't have sworn it would work though," he admitted. "I'm racking up a list of dates with you. Eventually you're going to catch on to that,' He pointed out with a grin. He considered that before smirking. "Philly, like my cheesesteak."

And then his expression changed, fond and loving. "Anything American muscle. Classic. Top of the line engine. I don't currently have a car though."

Arthur chuckled. "I've caught on but I only know of the paintball and pizza," he said with a little grin. His eyebrows rose up as a smile tugged on his lips. "In that case, you get the honors of choosing a place."

He noticed the expression changing on Tuck's face as the talked about his favorite car. "Live in a metropolis or just don't drive," he asked, out of curiosity mainly.

"Well those are the ones we've talked about. Others have gone through my head," he admitted, looking both sheepish and happy about that. "I will do so," he said with a nod. "I would say combine them, paintball and pizza, but that's cutting down on my dates," he pointed out. "I don't plan to do that."

He made a bit of a face. "Bit of both. Work just keeps me so busy and rarely in the city where my place is, I just didn't see the point in replacing my last one. Got a tiny bit ruined when a friend misused it." Like as a shield. From bullets. And what had turned out to be an antipersonel round.

"Yeah? What were the others that have gone through your mind," Arthur asked with a little smile, watching him. He chuckled and sat down his glass before resting in his chair. "No, we can't have that at all," he said shaking his head - god but he normally didn't do this sort of things with people he just met on a plane. Well -- normally, he wasn't sitting next to someone like Tuck.

Arthur nodded and tilted his head a little. "So where do you usually live? When you're not working or traveling," he asked - it did, maybe, play a part in where they would meet up once they were both available. "A tiny bit ruined," he asked, sensing a bigger story there.

The look he gave Arthur could be deemed nothing if not speculatory. It was obvious the wheels were turning, trying to work out how much he could get away with. "I think, before I answer that, it begs the question. Do you dance," he asked, definitely putting enough of a spin on it to make it a challenge.

That was a loaded question though, due to the apartment, he did have an answer that wasn't even entirely a lie. "New York. Main offices are out of there too," he admitted. "Is that bad or good? New York that is?"

Of course he made a face. "He told me I could make the curve and I didn't."

"Do I dance," he asked with a raised eyebrow and small grin. "I suppose that depends on the type of dancing you are thinking about. Ballroom, no. Informal dance at a club," he asked with a teasing little smile. "I think I remember how to do that from my teenager days."

Arthur shook his head. "New York is good. When I have time I like going back," he admitted with a smile. Though, those times were far and few between at times.

There was no response to that other than a laugh at both the facial expression and the story. "Never trust someone if they say you can make it," he smirked.

“Informal dance at a club,” he repeated, peering at Arthur curiously. “Is this some kind of dancing that is wicked and heathenistic? If so, I could buy into this. I most certainly could. Especially with you,” he added, voice dropping a bit, rumbling.

“Well then, now you have more reasons to make time for it,” he said, his tones not changing, staying in that low tone still.

“But… It was worth the try. Besides, I trust him.”

Arthur chuckled. "If I remember correctly, I believe that's what is involved," he smirked in amusement. The smirk slowly faded into a simple, yet flirtatious, little grin. "Then that has to go on the list somewhere."

He tilted his head. "Looks like it." He loved New York, it was his home and where he went when he needed to come back to who he was.

"No one was hurt?"

"Soon. I like this as soon. Something about you, heathenistic and wicked? I like that idea," he admitted. Tuck realized he wasn't even hiding things anymore. He was being himself, not ashamed to be flirting with a stranger. A male stranger at that. "You know, I bet they have good dance clubs in New York," he added, enjoying himself fully.

"No. No one was hurt. Only my pride was ruined."

The whole tone had changed. It was no longer that sly, tentative sharing of thoughts and ideas and wants and instead there was something more forthright and honest about the entire thing. Arthur felt a grin slide across his lips. "They have some great dance clubs in New York," Arthur admitted - enjoying the thought of going out with this man and enjoying himself.

He chuckled softly and nodded. "Glad no one was seriously hurt."

"You know, I've heard that," he admitted, playing up his shock and concern over this. "I wonder if they're any good. I guess I'll have to find someone to go with me, won't I," he asked, his smile widening.

"As am I. Usually a goal in the things I do," he admitted. "Most often it works out," he said lightheartedly, making it a joke.

Arthur hummed. "I guess so," he mused with a teasing smile. "Maybe that Mom over there will want to go with you," he teased him with a playful wink. He wasn't even able to help himself now. Enjoying this.

He chuckled softly. "Usually one of mine too," he said lightheartedly. Though, fuck was it not true. It was part of his job to see that things go smoothly and no one got hurt. Least -- no one got more hurt than needed.

Tuck jerked at that, not very subtle in the fact that his head snapped up, looking around to see what Arthur was talking about. "Wait, what? Huh?" Confusion creased his brow. "Wait, you're playing me, right?" Truth was, in Tuck's mind, he had to be.

"Shame life doesn't always play along," he said softly, shaking his head to get rid of it. "But that's not here and now, is it?"

He hadn't really expected Tuck to have taken him seriously and couldn't help but bite down on his smile. "yI was kidding - joking around," he admitted. "I'd want to go with you."

He nodded silently. "No, it isn't - here and now is talking to this very cute man sitting next to me and planning out some future dates." Which, to be honest, he still wasn't fully expecting to happen - being a realist and knowing how busy his schedule can be. Still, he would like to go out once with him. He was so different then any of the men or women he came across and interacted with. He was -- well, he was sweet and endearing.

Ducking his head, Tuck actually blushed. "Right. Got it," he muttered, looking embarrassed though he offered a smile to the other man.

"Oh? Is that what life is? Well then. I think that's a pretty good part of life to have," he said, recovering himself fairly quickly. "Do tell, what kind of dates do you normally go on?"

Arthur felt himself grin. "Least right now it is," he admitted with a little shrug, keeping his gaze on the man sitting next to him. He paused and tilted his head. "I don't normally date," he said, giving him the honest truth about that. He didn't normally do dates - one night stands, yeah when he could do it but honest to god dates? Those were very few and very far between. "I think I enjoy the ones where dinner is involved and we do something like going to a gun range or paint ball or dancing." And preferably in places where he wasn't a wanted man.

"At all," he asked, arching a brow. Leave it to Tuck to focus on that and not even get the least bit distracted. He definitely wanted to know how that was. "At all? Work? Don't date much," he asked, arching a brow.

He leaned in a bit closer to him. "And what means that I'm different if you don't do dating," he asked, liking being near to him.

"I think we should do all of those. After all, we both have to have dinner on different days, don't we?"

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

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