(1937-09-29) Partnership
Details for Partnership
Summary: Gideon and Elijah have it out over the nature of their partnership.
Date: 29 September, 1937
Location: MLE
Related: The Hammer Swings

Law Enforcement, Ministry Of Magic - London

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is the wizarding world's equivalent of the Department of Justice. The first thing to see upon arriving on this level of the Ministry is a waiting area with a few comfortable chairs lined up against the wall and some tables with old magazines on them and a small potted plant. All of it facing the duty desk. Behind the duty desk one of the officers of the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol sits the watch, doubling as receptionist and bouncer. Behind him is a large open space with desks full of paperwork where other officers of the M.L.E.P discharge their duties. Along the walls of the larger room are large bulletin board full of maps, pictures of dark wizards and witches, clipping from the Daily Prophet, and other miscellaneous items. Within a corridor leading deeper into this level of the Ministry doors open to the Auror Office, the Hit Wizards office, the Improper Use of Magic Office, the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, and the Wizengamot Administration Services.

Another day, another dollar and a half. Elijah slumps his way up the stairs to the bull-pen, looking absolutely…normal? He's dressed in simple vestments; a black silk suit and a nice pair of loafers. Even his hair is combed and parted neatly to the side. He passes Gideon as he walks to his own desk which is pressed up against the Scot's. Elijah unbuttons his coat and hangs it over the back of his chair, giving Gideon a nod, "Morning, Adamantus."

Gideon makes a grunt of acknowledgement before doing a double-take at Elijah. "What in Hades happened to you?"

Elijah looks up at Gideon as he sits down at his desk and begins to write out a report. He gives the man a shrug, "Niamh gave me some potions. Help clear the mind up a little bit. I think she said you had one once."

Gideon arches an eyebrow curiously. "You went to see Niamh?" For a moment, that is far more interesting than Elijah's sudden change in demeanor and appearance. "She did give me one. During the Dorian Bosworth case. It cleared my head — that's how I finally realized the importance of the photograph — but…" Well, Elijah's head obviously has more cobwebs than most. Is this how he was before…whatever happened to him? "You dinnae seem like yourself."

Elijah doesn't look up this time, instead deciding to concentrate on his work, "It's impossible for someone to not seem like themself, Inspector Gideon. We are all ourselves, after all." He sets the quill down and blows on the ink. He moves the paper to the side and claps his hands together, resting them on the desk and looking across at the man.

Gideon sighs. Well, that proves it — Elijah is still himself. "Fine. Then, if you're thinking so clearly, we need to talk." He leans into his own desk, lowering his voice. "Do you ken why you're my first partner in six years?"

Elijah quite uncharacteristically says, "Not a clue, Inspector. I suppose you'll be enlightening me, though." He leans back in his chair, resting his arms on the rests and rocking slowly back and forth as he waits for the tale.

Gideon's brow knits in the beginnings of the familiar scowl. "Because partners are unreliable. I know what I need to do to get the job done. I cannae be worried all the time about whether the man at my back is going to be there when I need him. You dinnae report me. That's in your favour. But you dinnae back me up, either. You opened a door, and you left." There is a sternness in his voice, but perhaps surprisingly, very little in the way of anger. "Partners back each other up. If that had been your Butcher behind that door, you can be damn sure I'd nae dream of leavin' you alone with him, no matter if I thought you were in the right. That's what partners do. So I need to know, right now, if you're truly going to have my back."

Elijah leans forward in his chair and says, "Don't you even dare to say that I didn't back you up. I said once you got in the building, I was out of there. No more, no less. If it would've escalated into an all-out brawl, I would've just gotten in the way and you know that." He leans back in the chair, saying, "I'm damn reliable and don't you ever question that."

"Bollocks. You're a bloody Hit Wizard. You can fight. And I expected you to get me in discreetly, nae walk me right into the lion's mouth. I had to stun Sweeney just to make sure he dinnae pull a gun on me. What you did was show me that you would nae back me up if things got bad. If that's how this partnership is going to be. Fine. I'll nae hold you to the fire for it. But I have to know what to expect from you."

Elijah glares at the man and says, "Look, you can go ahead and get your knickers all bunched up because I made a lapse in judgement, or you shut your mouth about it and forgive me. Frankly, I don't give a damn one way or another." He shakes his head, leaning forward to pulls out a case file, which he begins to give a look. He looks over the top of the file and says, "Next time you go on a rampage, I'll be there."

Gideon sits upright, nodding with a newfound respect. "Aye…good. Alright, then." He points a finger at Elijah, "That goes both ways. I'll nae let you stand alone. You're a good Hit Wizard, Lovegood." There is a pause as he forces himself to say what he's actively avoided for six years. "You're a good partner."

Elijah closes the folder and sets it down on his desk, standing up. He picks up his coat and slides it on, looking across at Gideon, saying, "I know." With that he picks up the report he finishes earlier and goes to carry it off to Ogden.

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