Stress Relief Part One
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Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only
Notes: The first few chapters aren't explicit, so I'll add the necessary labels when they're needed. Chapters are also going to be shorter just in general. I've been sitting on this one for a w h i l e.
Not beta-read
Warnings: Me pretending to know anything about art crime, art forgery, or the FBI, or Ptolemaic art. Don't get me wrong, I did some research but uhhh. Ya know.
Summary: Marcus Pike was an optimist by rights and a realist when necessary. You were a realist by rights, and only allowed yourself to be an optimist in your dreams—and hardly ever then.
Anyone would agree that Marcus Pike was, by and large, the kindest supervisor in the D.C. office. That didn’t mean that there were never any problems—within his task force, or the department. A genial nature didn’t guarantee a conflict-free environment. More often than not, you and Marcus locked horns.
It came down to how you each tended to handle your cases. Neither of you did it in a way that was wrong, but your styles were, on the surface, so incredibly different. Marcus liked to round into the work, to check and double-check with the victims and witnesses before moving on to the hard facts. You tended to go right to the paper trail, the art, the provenance, and forensics. As those things developed, you did the legwork, went over the soft details, followed up with the victims and witnesses.
Marcus Pike was the more senior agent, you were the more junior agent.
Marcus Pike liked early mornings. You preferred late nights.
Marcus Pike liked to believe that every case that crossed his desk could be resolved cleanly. You were rarely so certain.
Marcus Pike was an optimist by rights and a realist when necessary. You were a realist by rights, and only allowed yourself to be an optimist in your dreams—and hardly ever then.
So you were already sort of dreading getting assigned a case with the golden boy head of your task force. You’d been working it alone for the last few months. It was slow going, but that was no fault of your intel or your methods—it was just the nature of the case.
If you thought art thieves liked to sit on a stolen Rembrandt or a Vermeer—fuck, you had not been prepared for how long it takes to move a Ptolemaic relief of Cleopatra V. Either the sellers were holding it as collateral, had no idea what it was, or couldn’t move it.
The relief fragment had been in transport from the National Museum of Egyptian Civilization to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It had landed in New York, placing it on American soil—but before it could leave the airport, it had been snatched. Six people—at least one male, though the rest were presumed to be as well—dressed entirely in black, brandishing guns. It was possible that they’d been planning on simply snatching the silver and emerald diadem that was meant to be shipped over as well, but it had been held back from being shipped with the relief.
The guards of the relief had all been witness to the heist. One had attempted to go after the robbers, but had been clubbed over the head with the butt of a rifle and knocked unconscious. Only one of the assailants had spoken—the one that had instructed the guards to back away from the crate containing the piece. The same man had ordered the guard to let go of the crate when he’d refused, and ordered one of his accomplices not to shoot.
Pike hadn’t even asked for your files first. He asked for the list of witnesses, victims, and suspects. You’d given it over willingly—hell, you’d had it ready. But you'd felt a little less willing when you saw interview invites flooding your mailbox. Pike invited you to join in person—he insisted on it. You understood, in a sense; you knew that, having interviewed them before, this would ease them into the idea of Marcus working on the case, and having you in the room to reassure them could shake loose the odd new detail. You knew why it was helpful. You just hated retracing your steps like this. You could be working on valuable leads in this time, but no—
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You did have to admit that Pike was adept with witnesses. He was soft-voiced, gave easy smiles, offered people time and space to answer questions, giving encouraging nods and soothing little, "Great. That's great, that's so helpful,"s every now and again. He worked you into the conversation, referenced details that you had ‘mentioned’ to him, helped you coax additional details from the witnesses.
And you had to hand it to him—throughout the course of the conversation, he'd unearthed a couple of additional leads.
Whether or not you liked him, or his methods, Pike knew what he was doing.
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Forgot I was watching it, but I finished Cleopatra D.C. I think it was pretty good, a solid 6.5/10. I wouldn't go out of my way to recommend watching it, unless Dirty Pair is one of your favorites, because then I think you'd really like it. It's a 3 episode show about a girl who's a big CEO, and she protects other girls and loves to use a rocket launcher. It's a pretty fast watch too! I watched it on youtube, but the audio, subtitles, and animation were all out of sync :( so I'd recommend trying to find it elsewhere
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