ereborne:

@lynne-monstr:  “I want the entire backstory fic about longsuffering insurance investigator nate”    

For real Lynne, you cannot tell me there weren’t days where Nate and Sterling held onto their professional aplomb by the skin of their desperate teeth.  Nobody’s born with that level of unflappability, that shit was hard-earned.  They have Seen Things.  Sterling once went out to wait for the elevator down from the twentieth floor and saw some skinny blonde chick freefalling past the window in a meter-maid outfit.  Nate spent an hour interviewing a man who’d just had his jaw wired shut, trying to decipher his descriptions of the man who broke it, only to realize that what the man was trying to say was “he was so helpful, such good life advice, and his hair was perfect”.  That’s not the kind of thing you just shrug off.  

They stood by while security footage from six museums in four countries came in to show that the same woman stole all the sculptures in the same weekend–the same woman in the same clothes but maybe slightly different jewelry (and that one hat) and yet somehow she seems like a different person in every shot?  And by ‘stole’ the museums actually mean ‘somehow convinced us to sign them over.  We insured the shipping for her.  Through your company.’  They nodded and reassured the museum curators, ah yes, she does that, perfectly understandable, happens all the time, but as soon as the curators leave they collapse against the desk together.  How the fuck does this keep happening.  Devereaux walked right past them last week, and they didn’t notice because she had glasses on.  This is some Clark Kent level bullshit, they are meant to be better than this.  They need a drink.