darker_london | Oh shit! (Abby, Stuart) (Reply)

Apparently 'I'm not a social worker' and 'I don't have time' meant nothing when Paul pulled the 'look'. Abby didn't think it was fair that just because one of her friends had been skewered in the midst of rescuing her boss' daughter, that suddenly meant he could get away with anything. What about her?! She had been battle fodder far more times than bloody Paul. She'd been slammed into walls and shot in the neck and yet here she was in her office on a Monday night, looking over a case file Paul had thrown together in two hours because he needed a 'favour'.

Paul's temporary partner had had to remove her own niece from her parents and she needed a good home quickly because the woman couldn't keep the girl with her. Not when she was, according to Paul, about to go undercover. Abby would like to go undercover. As a woman who didn't do favours for people. Humph.

Abby wastill grumbling to herself when she pulled a piece of paper out of the hastily made stack. It was the girl's birth certificate and Abby read it until she reached the 'father' section. When she read the name there, she dropped the certificate as if it had burned her. "Oh fuck no..." Abby blinked and then she stood up so quickly her chair toppled over. "STUART! STUART! SSTTTUUUAAAARRRTTTTTTTT!"

Stuart crashed into Abby's office, white-faced and terrified. He was carrying a heavy book. "What?! Who's here!?"

Abby gave her fiance an incredulous look and she shook her head. "No, no one's here! Look!" She pointed at the paper.

Stuart let out a long breath. "Abigail, you were screaming as if the dead had come to take you away, and all you wanted to do was show me a piece of paper?" He lowered the book and then tossed it onto a nearby chair.

"And you were going to attack the dead with a medical text?" Abby raised her eyebrows.

"It worked on the Templar!" Stuart looked pleased with himself and he peered at the paper on Abby's desk. "Now what am I looking a- Oh dear me."

Abby nodded. "So...I'm not just seeing things? That says what I think it says?"

Stuart looked up at her, worry in his eyes. "Yes... And it's...?"

"The birthday matches. It's him."

"What is this?" Stuart asked, confused.

"A favour," Abby commented heavily. "I don't know what to do! Beyond telling Paul. He asked me to look over this but...I can't now. I mean, I really can't. Not just because I don't want to..."

Stuart nodded and he took Abby's hand. "I'll go with you."

Both of them left Abby's office to see if Paul was still in the building. He was probably visiting Peter. On Abby's desk, the birth certificate rested, proclaiming to the world that Galina Metanova was the daughter of one Bernard Littleton.

Just like Abby was.