Women In Black

Chapter Fourteen

Trixie slowly opened her eyes, her half-naked body covered by a fluffy blanket. she touched the mattress next to her, waking up alone. She felt her heart sink until she saw a little note on the table next to the bed. She grabbed it and rubbed her eyes.

Went to get breakfast! I couldn't wake you up, you are a sleeping beauty.

Katya :)

Trixie smiled at the note and left it where it was, relieved that it wasn't a dream. She stood up, looking for the shirt she was wearing the night before. Once she found it she brushed her teeth and fixed her hair. She kept re-reading the note, not getting over the fact that the Russian woman had called her a sleeping beauty. Trixie was choosing her clothes for the day when Katya barged into her bedroom.

"Hey," She smiled. "I got you avocado toasts."

"Thank you," Trixie grabbed the plate and stopped when she saw another plate with avocado toasts on it. "You liked it huh?"

"Shut up," Katya sat down next to Trixie, on her desk. "Can't a woman eat avocado on toast without getting judged?" Katya said and Trixie chuckled.

"I'm not judging! You said you didn't want to like it, it surprises me you ordered one for yourself."

"A girl can change."

"An L.A. girl?"

"I hate you."

"Tell that to last night." Trixie raised her brows and took a bite of her toast.

"You wanna talk about last night?" Katya took a sip of her coffee. "You should've seen your face."

"Was it ugly?" Trixie genuinely asked.

"What? No!" Katya frowned. "It's so beautiful I could never hate it."

Trixie smiled, flustered. She never had had something like this, where the other person cares this much for her. Her only sexual interaction apart from hookups was with a boyfriend her dad had picked for her at the age of 16. He would hold her hand and spend nights with her, only caring about his dick. Trixie would lay next to him, unsatisfied while she wished that the man that was sleeping next to her was a beautiful woman. He would never bring her breakfast, or even listen to what she likes or doesn't. Trixie sometimes felt like a slam-piece, only useful for sexual reasons. But Katya was quickly erasing that image of herself she had and replacing it with a smart pretty young woman. Trixie finished her toasts and started changing to get ready for the day.

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Trixie prepared her equipment for today's mission, while Katya smoked looking out the window. This mission wasn't like any they had before, this time they were catching a ghost alien. Ghost aliens are harder to catch since they need special equipment to be found and caught. Alaska told her that other agents spotted it but that they weren't able to catch it, so they sent them. Trixie prepared her special glasses, which looked like an ordinary pair of glasses but in reality, it would show her where the ghost was. Katya already had hers on, looking inside the building where there was a shiny light. She was scared, mainly because she knew that ghost aliens could be very harmful. She didn't want anything to happen to Trixie, she promised herself that she would protect her throughout the whole mission. 

"I know it's inside that building," Katya threw the butt of the cigarette out of the window.

"But there's a fancy event going in there." 

"We'll disguise, just like the first mission we had," Katya said before turning to Trixie. "Do you still have the clothes?"

Trixie nodded and searched for them on the back seat, she cheered when she found them. Both of them changed in the car, helping each other get dressed. Both of them walked inside the event, their expensive look making the bodyguard let them in immediately. Katya looked around, trying to not be too obvious. The ghost was floating around the dancing couples and the band playing. Katya knew that it would be easier to catch it while it didn't possess a body, but they had to be quick to take it to a place with not too few people. Trixie grabbed the inside of Katya's shoulder as they walked, putting her glasses on. Both of their eyes followed the ghost, getting closer to the emergency exit door.