Natasha Raskin Sharp One Shots

Are We Stuck??

*Disclaimer*

Things about Charles Hanson has come to light. This fic was written before any of the charges he is facing surfaced. Please note, I do not support Charles or his actions in any way. What he did is beyond disguising and incomprehensible and I hope he gets sentenced to jail.

Enjoy the fic tho :)

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Charles drives to Natasha's flat block to pick her up for their 5 day antique shopping for Antiques Road Trip. He arrives, picks up his phone and calls Natasha. After a few rings, a familiar voice picks up.

"Hello?" Natasha says through the phone.

"Tash, it's me, Charles. I'm outside waiting for you." Charles replies back.

"Oh okay, I'll be down in 5. Bye." Natasha ends the call, says her goodbyes to Joe and leaves the flat, to the flat block carpark, where Charles was parked up. She walks to the passenger seat door, and opens it.

"Hi Charles." She smiles.

"Hi Tash, I like your jumper. I don't think I've seen you wear it before." Charles smiles back, as Natasha gets into the passenger seat of the 1932 Riley, to start their long day of antiques shopping.

"Thanks, it's new that's why." She thanks, giggling slightly.

"Bit baggy though, you don't usually wear baggy stuff." He questions, with a suspicious look in his eyes.

"Oh don't I? I guess I thought I'd try a new style. And it is getting quite cold too." She lies, shrugging slightly, trying not to arouse Charles' suspicions.

Reluctantly, he doesn't question her back, and starts the car, driving off to the first antiques shop.

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An hour and a half later, they arrive at the shop. They get out of the car, the camera crew already waiting for them to start filming. Together, all of them walk into the shop and the camera crew start filming their selected expert.

Natasha starts browsing one part of the shop, Charles browsing the other. She looks into some glass cabinets, and something glistening in the dainty sunlight catches her eye: a pair of 18-carat gold earring studs, with a diamond in the centre of each stud, piquing her interest.

"I'm not a huge jewellery girl, but I love these. They have that look and sort of appeal to the buyers of the auction who are looking for a pair of studs like this, but for a reasonable price." She says, looking up at the camera, with her usual friendly smile, "They are your typically 1940s style, in the shape of a Amaryllis flower, with the diamond in the centre, but these were mass produced. However, they are still quite rare to find, and these are just beautifully made, with the fine detailing in the flower petal, these are just really attractive." She gently traces her fingers along the petals detailing.

"They are priced up at £180, which as a retail price is fine, but in auction, I think these would sell between £80-£120 maybe a bit more, but I don't think they will achieve much more than £150. So, I think I'm gonna try and get the best price on these." She smiles to the camera. She puts them back into the cabinet and goes to find the shop owner. On her way, she comes across a black and white kitten, named Willow: the shop owners' cat.

"Aren't you a cutie." Natasha smiles, crouching down to stroke the cat.

"See you found Willow then." Charles says, making Natasha jump and nearly fall to the ground.

"Charles, you scared me. I didn't even hear you come around." She laughs, standing up and putting her hand to her chest.

"Sorry Tash, I didn't mean too. I was actually on my way to find you to ask you about this artwork I found over there, seems that you're the art expert." He points over to a corner of the shop Natasha was yet to explore.