Agent Chetiri

Chapter 29

Author's Note:

You must all be wondering why I updated today, despite the fact that I updated three days ago. Well, it's for a specific reason— it's the one year and one day publication anniversary of Agent Chetiri!

I wanted to surprise everyone about it and give you several treats for managing to stick around with this story for so long.

One is this new chapter! It's mostly fluff which I suppose can be rare if you're reading a spy story where the main gist is killing people.

The other surprise is on my tumblr page (cumberwookie on tumblr)! I made another movie poster but this time, I drew it myself. Don't forget to check it out, or like it, or reblog it!

Anyway, enjoy the story!

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Let's take a walk. You can show me some of your memories and I'll show you some of mine. The old pains may still be real, but they can heal over time.

-Adam Berlin

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(December 7, 2013- 11:20 AM)

A black car sped through the quiet, narrow streets of Monaco, kicking up water from the puddles as it passed by. It was raining when Alexa and Q had landed in the Nice Côte de Azure Airport, which was about an hour before, and rain assaulted every part of their vehicle.

"Damned rain," Q muttered as he rounded a sharp corner. Alexa glanced up at him from her phone and quirked an eyebrow.

"Hmm? I thought you liked the rain," she said quizzically.

"When did I tell you that?" he said, sounding puzzled.

"I believe it was from our little lunches together before I went away," Alexa replied. Q's eyes flashed with recognition and he made a sound of agreement.

"What I mean was that this rain ruins my plans of taking you out somewhere," he said, sounding mildly irritated. "Can't go out on a stroll in the pouring rain, can we?"

"We could always do it. Not that I would mind," Alexa said, with a hint of a smile on her lips. Q turned to look at her for the briefest of moments, before chuckling softly to himself.

"I highly doubt you would agree to that. You can be, after all, incredibly vain about your appearances," he said as he pulled the car into a parking spot in front of a grand, gilded hotel called the Hotel de Paris.

"That's not true!" Alexa said. "I was taught to kill, not to primp."

"Out of the both of us, which one spends a half hour in the bathroom every morning, primping up for the day?" Q said dryly as he picked up his phone. She stopped once she realized that he was right.

"Damn," she muttered. "You've got me there. But you shouldn't mind; it's for your enjoyment anyway."

"I appreciate the effort," he said. "but it's one that isn't necessary. You look perfectly fine without anything added on."

"Whatever. I don't see you complaining about it," she said breezily. She grabbed a file out of her bag and pulled another stack of papers out of the glove compartment.

"So, who are we today?" he asked. Her eyes lit up at the mention of the matter and she looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh, I know! I finally got the hang of this whole 'undercovers-for-two' thing," she said.