Agent Chetiri

Chapter 31

Author's Note:

Hi everyone! It's been three months, but I finally got around to updating this story on Wattpad. I've been updating mostly on Fanfiction.net and Archive of Our Own, so you guys have missed probably six or seven chapters. Sorry about that!

Anyway, enjoy the rest of the story! (Also, I left a surprise in this chapter, so someone from Q's past will come by to mess with them!)

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We are more often frightened than hurt; we suffer more from imagination than reality.

-Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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Upon arriving in London at one o'clock, the couple found themselves back at the MI6 headquarters. As Q made arrangements for other agents in different missions, Alexa stood in the isolation room with Irene. The room was small, with soundproofed white walls and seemingly no door leading anywhere else, save for the door to the bathroom. Irene had been stripped of her electronics and all that remained was her, her clothes, the bathroom, and the bright white light that filled the room

"What do you want?" Irene snapped. She had enough of dealing with government men today and wanted to leave as soon as she could.

"I want whatever you can tell me about Zharkov and Azarov's whereabouts," she said simply.

"I don't see any reason why I should tell you anything. Honestly, I expected to be treated better, especially by civilized Brits like the MI6," Irene said crisply.

"Sorry to disappoint," Alexa said, looking nonplussed. "Give me the information."

"I won't give it to a jackbooted thug like you," Irene said.

"Look, Irene," Alexa sighed. "The sooner you tell me, the sooner you can take care of your affairs. I know you have better things to head off to."

"How would you know? You don't know anything about me," she hissed.

"Don't I? You've been tapping your fingers on and off for the past 10 minutes, each at regular intervals. Your eyes keeping darting around, but you're not scared of us. You've been in trouble like this many times now, and you're a seasoned champion at dealing with government agencies. So why the impatience? Sherlock, of course, must be on your mind, hence the eagerness to leave," Alexa said dryly. Irene gave her a long look and let out a sigh.

"Bloody hell, you've picked up deductions," she sighed.

"It's a behaviour that rubs off on you," she smiled. Alexa folded her arms in front of her chest and looked up.

"Irene, listen. I know you want to see Sherlock as soon as possible, and I can let that happen. I just need information on where Zharkov and Azarov currently are and their future plans. That's it, and I'll let you see him," she said.

"What do you know?"

"I know enough," Alexa said softly, deciding to go about the situation from a different angle. "You're solitary, for the most part. Keeping emotional attachments is unprofessional, and leads to nothing but heartbreak. Yet, you've taken a chance with one man who has managed to beat you in all aspects. You'll do whatever you can for his safety."

Irene could not fight the shock out of her eyes and she pointedly stared at Alexa. "How did you..." she said, looking surprised.

"I knew all of that because you're like me. I've been purposely conditioned to be solitary from years of being in this job, but I've taken a chance on the one man who's beaten me," Alexa chuckled. Irene's eyes narrowed and she folded her arms across her chest.