specification: (☯ But I don't care i'll take a chance)
Arthur ([personal profile] specification) wrote2012-09-04 12:19 pm

[01] Well, hello -- Criminal Minds for [personal profile] 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.

[personal profile] noc 2012-09-05 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Well well. Someone had shafted Tuck and big time. First with the NOC assignment. Then there was dropping him in economy because had they seen his shoulders and legs? Not working in those tiny seats. He wasn't doing this again, suffering like this for nothing.

And then what should have been suffering became something as he was heading down the aisle for his seat.

Bloke with lanky build, dark eyes and features that could grace a Roman coin. Interesting. Interesting enough he took a picture with his phone to do a little research while he waited for his move.

It was research that hadn't paid off well, giving him little to go on. So he went with another plane.

Waiting for take off, he'd made sure twice the seat was empty before making his move. Figuring he'd get his bag later, before he got off, he moved up and dropped into the open seat beside him.