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[Part 1 - Sirius and Evie]

He'd started at the shop. Seemed like the most obvious place. Trying to see if he could smell anything or find any leads as to why this Fae was gone. Not left, just gone. It definitely seemed odd, and weird things with Fae seemed to be happening all over, or at least, more than usual.

To continue with unusual things, Sirius was keeping to human form. Typically, he kept to his dog form for stuff like this. It was normal for a dog to go around sniffing things, not so much for a human. But he figured this was safer in case he needed to talk his way out of a situation, or needed to dig for more information.

Finding a promising smell, he followed it, making his way down the street until he found a park. He paused on the edge of it, seemingly appraising the dinosaur structures and glad that no one was using the park. Though he got the feeling he wasn't entirely alone.

[Part 2 - Reporting back to Eames.]

After the successful interrogation of the imp, it was time to report back to Eames.

"So, uh, do you want to take the lead on this or shall I?" Sirius asks.

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He could have the two of them at his house, he has a lovely office for this sort of thing (and a delightful dog,) but too many people knows where he lives as it is.

There's a nice club in Bromley though, somewhere that looks more like a dance hall from New York in the 40s than modern London, but there's private booths upstairs and the drinks are very good. Eames occupies one upstairs and someone will show Sirius to it if he asks, casually flirting with one of the women who work here while he waits. A fae whose skin glitters when the light catches it just right, for the curious, and she'll ask for any drink orders and leave once it's obviously time for business.

Oh, but dog. Evie loves a good dog. Everyone loves a good dog. Dog.

She understands- she's only ever had Natasha over to her home. She intends to keep it that way, much preferring to use her Assassin safe-house to have guests. That house could be burned. SHe'd rather not burn her private residence. As such, she understood Eames' hesitations.

Evie's already sitting next to Eames when Sirius arrives, having met him at the door. She seems perfectly at home in the old decor. 1940s New York had been quite an experience. She has a drink in one hand, and is talking casually to Eames- something about her girlfriend, truthfully- when he arrives. It signals the shift in their meeting, no longer just social. "Welcome."

"Hi," Sirius says. Hardly the most formal greeting but it's been a while since he's been in a place like this. And he's hardly in a position to swan in and act like he owned the place. Something in the back of his mind suggested that would be a bad idea.

"Might as well get right down to business then, right?"

And he takes a seat. He'll worry about a drink later.

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It's a shame Natasha and Evie are both officially unavailable, but Eames is happy for them so it's a nice conversation to pass the time until Sirius arrives. He greets Sirius with a smile and takes a sip of his drink as he leans forward, elbows on the table. Time to get to business.

"What did you find?"

"Honestly? Not a whole lot. I started at the shop, followed the trail to a park. That's where I ran into her," and he indicates Evie with a nod. "We searched a bit, found an imp under a stegosaurus, his house apparently. Imp said he'd see the missing guy and that he'd disappeared right in front of his eyes. Summoned, was the conclusion we came to."

Sirius pauses there, running over everything in his head, making sure he didn't miss any details, though he supposed Evie could always fill in if he did.

"Which means it's going to be near impossible to find him on that information alone. All you need is a name, which I'm sure you know." She gestures at Eames. She really only said it out-loud to make a point to Sirius, unsure how much he knew.

"It's a dead end." They knew it was a witch, obviously. But there was no full proving it.

Eames frowns, "Nemed's a braggart who thinks aliases are for people who're ashamed of themselves." Which is to say, his name's not exactly difficult to get. Honestly the fact that he's never been summoned before (not to Eames' knowledge anyway) comes as a bit of a surprise, now he's said that out loud.

He takes a liberal sip of his drink, it could be literally any witch in the world. Maybe he'd luck out (for a relative degree of luck anyway) and Nemed's in the same place as the fae Finnick was tracking, but Eames can't bank on that. He's going to have to put feelers out elsewhere.

"I don't suppose you found anything else that stood out?"

"Don't think so. It was pretty open and shut, honestly."

Hearing this fact about Nemed did make Sirius feel a little better though. Even if he couldn't remember if that was a name he'd gotten (he's fairly sure he wasn't the one). That probably wasn't the best way to be thinking though. Certainly not the nicest.

"I wish something had," she says with a heavy sigh. It's always frustrating, coming up empty handed, especially when it was Eames she was reporting to. She'd developed a bit of a soft spot for the man in recent months.

Jacob would say she was going soft.

"Worst part is the whole thing's in front of our noses, but we can't connect the dots."

"I've had intel from someone else; a relatively well-known fae was captured by Daybreak." He says it mostly for Evie's benefit, since she's nosing around for her own interest in stopping Daybreak than because she's being paid, but he addresses them both equally, "it could be a coincidence, but it also might not be."

"I'm willing to bet on the not, in all honesty."

Sirius wouldn't be surprised, given the rumours he'd heard, that Daybreak was behind it. Especially if another fae hadn't been taken by them. It just seemed too close together.

Evie nods. "I've been in this business a long time, long enough to know that there's no such thing as a coincidence." She leans forward.

"Especially in this climate."

"I'm thinking not too, but I'll keep feelers out elsewhere too, just in case." Honestly though, if Nemed's got himself summoned by an unrelated witch, it's pretty low on Eames' list of concerns. He was only interested because of it being so soon after Bromley anyway.

But there's no reason to get into all that, and he takes an envelope out of his inside pocket an slides it across the table to Sirius; the agreed fee. Plus a tiny bag of gourmet dog treats because Eames is hilarious.

"Thank you for your effort."

Sirius gives Eames a look that clearly says "really?", before taking the envelope and the dog food. He shouldn't let something like that go to waste, even if he won't eat it himself. The line has to be drawn somewhere after all.

"Of course. I suppose if I hear anything else, I'll pass it along. And you know where to find me, should you need me again."

He gets up, tucking the envelope away and looks at Evie.

"Thanks again for the help. I guess I'll be going now."

He pauses briefly, just in case there was anything else.

It's funny, honestly, Evie has to laugh even though she shouldn't. She'd been filled in later, about the exact nature of Sirius' shifting abilities, so the joke was not lost on her.

Gosh, no wonder everyone hated vampires. She was the worst.

"No, thank you, Sirius," she says, moving to stand to wish him farewell. She glances back at Eames, in case he wants her to leave, too, or if he was apt to call an end to their meeting right then and there.

Eames smiles, ostensibly totally serious about the treats and not at all slipping in a dumb joke. He contemplates some additional parting comment, but the business is concluded, and even if it's not their fault he is a little disappointed.

But there's no reason to give Sirius shit for that, so he just offers a parting wave as he stands to leave instead.

Investigating a Missing Fae in Two Parts

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