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A/N: These drabbles aren't connected and won't be in chronological order.
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Astrid stops her typing and looks up as she hears the door open and the unfamiliar sound of heels clicking against the concrete of the Harvard basement lab's floor. With the team consisting of three men, Olivia (who tends to wear boots) and her it's not a common sound around here. Plus, it's late and she's by herself finishing up reports.
When she sees Nina Sharp dressed all in black, as usual, Astrid doesn't know whether she should feel alarmed or not. But she keeps her calm (as always) while holding on to that little fission of fear that feels entirely prudent when dealing with the woman who leads a company that seems to be at the center (or at least periphery) of every investigation that comes there way.
Massive Dynamic is well - massive. Very aptly named she has thought on more than one occasion. And as someone who’s contribution to solving the case of the week often includes researching – following trails of information, she has seen how subtle and far reaching it is.
So, Astrid is polite to the other woman and instantly gets up from her chair with a smile when she sees her, but keeps that knowledge in her mind always – of the power that is wielded.
“Ms. Sharp,” she addresses her congenially, “I’m sorry but Dr. Bishop has gone home with Peter already. Even Olivia has called it a night.”
“I’m actually here to see you, Agent Farnsworth,” she states with a smile of her own and Astrid pushes down her instant surprise and flutter of nervousness.
“Well,” she asks, “what can I do to help you?”
“I don’t need your help Agent – Astrid. May I call you Astrid?” she asks tilting her head slightly causing her striking red hair to catch the fluorescent light, and Astrid nods in agreement. “Good,” she smiles wider. “Astrid. I don’t need your help – I want to ask you a question.”
Ms. Sharp takes a step closer to her staring at her with a disquieting intensity, “Do you actually feel fulfilled here Astrid? Computers, cryptology…really, Astrid you speak five languages. You could do so much. And here you are,” she whispered, “milking a cow, cleaning up messes, and getting coffee.”
“It’s not that you all don’t do good work here,” she continued, backing off a bit, “The record the Fringe Team here has accumulated speaks for itself, but,” her tone warmed, “you could do good work other places, too.”
Astrid stared for a long moment before taking a deep breath and looking at the floor collecting herself. She swallowed and licked her lips before she spoke, “Ms. Sharp, may I be honest with you?”
“Of course,” the other woman said brightly.
“It’s tempting,” Astrid admitted. “Of course it’s tempting, but that’s why it makes me suspicious. Olivia told us that you tried to recruit her back when we first started down here in the lab. Now Walter technically owns the company although he still prefers to do most of his work here. And we both know that Peter will go wherever Olivia or Walter are.”
She met Nina’s eyes squarely, “I might be mistaken Ms. Sharp, but it almost looks like you’re trying to bring Fringe Division under the control of Massive Dynamic. I suppose I’m a loose end, but I’m afraid I’m going to stay that way. I can be a creature of habit sometimes.”
Nina Sharp silently took that in for a few seconds before a faintly pleased look came over her face and she put out her gloved hand (her right hand) to shake. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other, Astrid.”
“Yes, Ms. Sharp,” she responded, not giving away any of the relief she felt that the intimidating woman didn’t take offense (or curiosity over shaking a bionic hand). “I’m sure we will.”
With a slight swosh of her long coat she turned to leave, but before she was out of sight again she called, “Oh, and Astrid? The offer stands.”