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I've been thinking a lot about it and I decide to challenge myself by writing a fic about... Lucas North. This is my first time with this character, so I'm a bit nervous. I hope he is not too far from the Lucas we all know from Spooks.

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Relationships: Lucas North x Reader

Rating: T

It had been a very long day. Scratch that. It had been a very long week. Your job was a demanding one. Of course, you were very much aware of it at the time of signing your employment contract, but the recent events in the world made it even more so. You weren’t one for complaining, though. Perhaps you were only one of the countless cogwheels in the government machine, but you knew how important your work was. Besides, has anyone ever seen a machine that could work without even one of its cogwheels in its place?

It had been several years since you started working at the Box, as MI5 was called by your coworkers. As an analyst, your job was to focus on specific sources of information and provide your superiors with highly detailed briefs and reports as well as assessing the potential threat levels of distinct events.

Needless to say, the last couple of months brought you even more raw data to work on than ever. Every day, you came to the office shortly after dawn and left long after dark. You tackled your tasks diligently, one by one, trying to ignore your fatigue, headaches, and sore eyes after many hours of staring at the computer screen.

“I’ll sleep when the current crisis is finally over,” you’d say to your equally tired-looking coworkers and they’d nod, understanding it all too well. All of you were doing your best. However, at the end of the day, most of them would return to their homes and their families who waited for them eagerly. You, on the other hand, would enter your empty flat, eat your dinner staring at the empty chair across the kitchen table, and then go to sleep in the spacious double bed that somehow felt cold even though your fluffy duvet was supposed to keep you warm.

Lucas was far away and you had no idea when you would see him again. You still remembered the day you saw him for the first time as he strode into your office, tall, dark and handsome, the colour of his eyes accentuated by his deep blue shirt. With a faint smile, he asked you for a report and while he spoke with you, his gaze never left your face. Soon after, you started dating, and a year later you decided to move in together. You knew how dangerous his work was, his branch was always at the forefront of action, but he was made for it. As a result, the time you spent together felt even more precious.

As the current world situation grew more and more complicated, Lucas was sent on a mission somewhere. Asking about any details was out of the question for obvious reasons. You didn’t even know when––or if––you would see him again. Even if it had been over two months since you said your good-byes, you remembered how he held you close and whispered tender words into your ear just before you fell asleep. These days, you imagined it every evening when you were trying to fall asleep. Often, the constant stress and worry you felt would chase your sleep away. You would lay in your bed for hours, wondering where Lucas was and hoping he was safe.

One Friday afternoon, or rather evening, you were buried in work when the exhaustion took the better of you and your eyelids started to droop. You woke up suddenly half an hour later, your head resting on a heap of papers on your desk in a very uncomfortable position, with an aching neck. That was it. Your brain refused to work any longer and you needed to rest.

As soon as you left the building, you groaned. It was raining. Cold raindrops assaulting your face and clothes were the last thing you needed. You were about to run to the nearest Tube station when a warm baritone voice reached your ears.

“What does a gorgeous woman like you do in a horrible place like this?” there was only one man in the entire world who would make this kind of cheeky remark standing in front of the MI5 headquarters.