http://intotherough.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] intotherough.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] houseofcards_rp2011-10-01 07:13 pm

Secrets have a tendency of being revealed [Locked to Cadogan]

It had begun with the golf clubs.

Putting in the hall of Diamond Castle had potentially not been the wisest decision Ben had ever made in his lifetime, but no one had really minded until Cadogan. Well, okay, Isaac had, but he'd just "suggested" the ramparts, and Beth had tripped on one of his balls, but the queen had hardly minded at all. She'd even hit a few balls with him, so clearly there was nothing truly objectionable about it, no matter what Cadogan thought.

So, really, when you thought of it that way there was nothing wrong with slipping into the Ten's room and taking them back. He even fixed his sticky window, and if he left a little fluttering Scottish flag, hey. He had national pride.

He expected it to be done when he got them back; he wasn't putting in the halls anymore, and had no plans to do it where the Ten could find him. All done. No harm, no foul. Back to business as usual. Except then he walked into his room to find Cadogan standing outside his closet.

The one where he kept his journals, where he kept his old Grampian Police badge, where he kept all his files, and Ben stiffened. "May I help you with something, sir?" he said, and his Scottish burr was muted and his voice clipped and cold. He wasn't the affable castle handyman right now.

This was the detective.

[identity profile] diemwnt.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
That was the thing about beginning. They were rarely ever endings.

Was it the right response to break into the room of someone who had broken into yours? Perhaps, perhaps not. But that beginning had led to an incredibly interesting middle, and that middle had prompted Cadogan to remain leaning against a certain closest door frame with one of those calm, ineffable expressions that seemed universal to people sorting though infinite delicate possibilities.

The question sat a beat between them before he pushed himself properly to his feet, giving a rather sharp nod toward the nearest chair. Yes, Mackinnon certainly could help him with something. And that something was going to take time to explain.