You're Mine

From Russia, with love

"What happened in Rome? I mean Kenny filled me in a little bit, but honestly, I'm lost with it all. You got shot? By Villanelle?" Elena was quiet on their walk to the nearest pub but once they both had a gin and tonic in front of them at 9am, the questions flowed like a torrent. "Give me a minute Elena" Eve says softly as she takes a deep drink and closes her eyes for a moment; trying not to picture those two words on her mirror, the itching of her scaring shoulder and the softness of Villanelle's hand the last time she had reached for her. "She said the safe word" Eve says softly "I thought she was in trouble..." she lets out a laugh and Elena watches her with an eyebrow raised. "She slit his throat right in front of me; for a minute I thought she was going to kill me" Eve's voice is soft, despite the early hour there are a few customers around and their conversation isn't exactly bar appropriate. "Yeah, Kenny told me. She wanted you to leave with her? Why? Why does she have such a strong connection to you Eve?" Elena takes a drink and watches Eve trace the tips of her finger along her glass. "She said I'm like her...a psychopath I guess" Eve says and lets out a loud scoff before draining her half full glass. "You know what, maybe I am. Maybe all the things I've felt are just fake and I've practiced being a good wife and friend all along. Maybe I'm just a liar. I killed a guy, with an axe. It was so...wet" Eve stops, realizing her voice has gotten louder and Elena reaches over and touches her hand gently. "Who?" she asks, and Eve turns to the bar, orders another drink and waits while it's poured before answering the question. She drinks deeply again and wipes her mouth on her hand. "Raymond. One of The Twelve's handlers" she says, and Elena can't hide the shock on her face. "Jesus Eve. They're going to be after you for sure. Has Carolyn offered protection? Is Niko safe?" Eve lets out a laugh and says "Niko is somewhere, they won't tell me. Witness protection apparently." She runs her hands through her hair and gently teases out a knot with her fingers. "I really should have conditioned" she says softly, and the image pops up of those two words. 'Sorry Baby x'

"She was in my house" Eve says as they walk back to the office and Elena lets out a noise of concern. "You need protection Eve. I honestly think you should go into witness protection" Elena says as she opens the door to the new office building. A nothing space, an ordinary brick building with a few windows splattered across the brown bricks. "There's another thing Elena" she says stopping in front of the life and she grips onto her friends arm. "She's still killing, Kenny and Hugo have been following her. She has records of people on witness protection. I think she's going to kill Niko" she says softly and watches as Elena takes in this information. "We need to find that bitch and put her down" Elena says as the lift dings and the doors open. They travel to the third floor in silence, Elena taking moments to glance at her friend and taking stock of how bad she really looks. "I think she wants to kill me" Eve says as they exit and walk towards the two double doors at the end of the short hallway. "What would she get out of killing you Eve?" Elena says holding the door open and they walk in, the only sounds are coming from Kenny as he taps on his keyboard and the squeak of Hugo's chair as he spins in it. "She wanted me to run away with her. To go to Alaska, she wants a normal life" Eve says softly, and Elena can't help but let out a soft noise at this. "Can she have a normal life? I mean she's killed how many people and what? Wants to go home to her wife after and watch bad tv and cuddle?" her tone is incredulous and it's appropriate, but Eve can't stop the frown that forms on her face. A part of her wished that for Villanelle, but not with her, she couldn't ever accept her for what she was or be okay with what she had done.

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Villanelle repositions the brown wig on her head and turns in front of the mirror, her suit jacket flowing around her hips as she takes in the look. Shoulder length brown hair in a half pony tail, pinstripe jacket, white tee, and dark green pants, sensible heels; easy to run in if the need arose. She picks up her phone and checks the time; Eve would have started back at MI 6 two hours ago. She would have cried and talked about her horrible time in Rome. Lamented about the psychopath who forced her to kill and then asked her to run away with her. Her face is blank, and she watches as her mind rushes through the thoughts and tries to conjure up the emotion she felt when she pulled that trigger and shot eve. The woman she loved...