"I thought you said we were going to the fair."
"We have business first. Come on. Bring your wits."
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"A gentleman would take off his hat... and put out his pipe." Polly remarks as she stands lighting candles at the front of the church.
Tapping his pipe on the pew, earning a slight scoff from Polly as he continues his stroll towards her.
"I see you Specials only dare to come here when you know the boys are away at the fair..."
"You mean your nephews... with their guns and their razors? Is it them you're lighting candles for?"
"No. I am lighting candles for the boys from the Garrison who lost their lives in France. There's a list there. Look... I hear you didn't make it to France, Inspector Campbell."
"You've heard of me. I've heard of you." He says cockily looking the matriarch up and down before he opens the church gate.
"Is it the Holy Grail you're looking for...?"
"As a matter of fact... it is the Holy Grail I'm looking for. Something precious. Something stolen. Perhaps you know what I'm talking about." Pushing her against the wall, to establish his masculinity.
"Sorry, I misunderstood your intention when you pushed me to the wall." Polly replied smugly with a smart smirk after kissing him suddenly.
"Turn the place upside down. Arthur Shelby said you people would help us."
"If we don't know what you've lost, how can we help you find it?" She quickly replies, frowning at the destruction of the place of worship.
"But I've found out subsequently that I was speaking to the wrong man or woman. Next time I want to talk to the boss. The Lickey Tea Rooms. Friday. Ten o'clock. And when I say the boss, I mean Thomas, I'll have that chat with Mrs Shelby right now."
Turning quickly with a worried expression, Polly makes the symbol of the cross and prays for the safety of the woman she sees as a daughter, rushing out towards her home anxiously awaiting news from said woman and the boys return.
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Turning around at the chime of the bell, Ainsley disregards the man eyeing her and continues with her browsing, picking a few items and stepping into the back to try them on, noticing the man following her and the quick absence of the owner.
"You're a hard woman to find Mrs Shelby,"
"That is because I dont want to be found Mr Campbell."
"I know a lot about you Ainsley,"
"I can guarantee I know more about you Chester," She replied cockily smirking towards said man.
Gritting his teeth at the woman in front of him, he continues, "I can only imagine that the wife of the head of the Peaky Blinders would have insight into the dealings her husband makes, am I correct Mrs Shelby?"
"That's relative Mr Campbell, what dealings would you be referring to?" Never losing her smug smirk.
"Something precious. Something stolen. I have reason to believe that it was your husband that has committed the crime,"
"Never, you've got the wrong man, I am not sure what crime you believe my husband to have participated in, he is not one to break the law Inspector, he is a simple bookmaker not a criminal." She replies with a slight giggle at her obvious lies.
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Unconditional Love
FanfictionAinsley and Thomas Shelby, are madly, no, insatiably in love with each other. Ever since they were children. They went from fighting away bullies to fighting their feelings - although they inevitably lost that fight. Where you see one, the other is...
