Author's note:
Two things happened to me this morning. One: I woke up (not unusual), Two: I had a thought (very unusual and considered dangerous by some). This thought was realitivly harmless, as thoughts go. I realized as much as we think we know the Agents of MiB, we don't know the number one thing: what they were like before they were agents. Think about it, in the movie James doesn't exactly seem to lose much to become Agent J. Agent L didn't really ahve any friends or famiy...unless you count the bodies at the morgue (which isn't exactly a bad thing). We only get glimpses of K's previous love-life, just enough to bug people like me, and he didn't seem to have much of a choice in the matter.. So I was thinking...what if a possible agent, had someone to leave behind, had a choice? Since my thoughts usually make my head hurt until I write themdown that's what I've done. Review flame, whatever. It's not perfect and it gets kinda sappy near the end, but that happens.
Onto the story
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Chapter 1:
"Aggy wait! Aggy?! Agatha !"
Agatha Reynolds stopped her bike and waited for Henry Thompson to finish catching up. Aggy was a childish twenty-three year old, with a hint of Californian tan, brown eyes and shortly cropped rust-colored hair. She had been friends with Henry since they were high school freshman in Southern California and at first glance bystanders often wondered why. Aggy's closthes were almost always second hand, the bike she rode was a remnants of the late 80's/ early 90's ; blue with a banana seat that was pedaled backwards for brakes. She had even strung a metal basket between the handle bars. Henry , about 25 years-old, had Greek features, brown hair and grey eyes. He dressed in the newest set of fashionable clothes, and rode the latest design in mountain bikes. Why did they hang out with each other for so long? Simple, they both answered, they liked each other's company.
Henry caught up and stopped alongside her, smiling. "No fair. You cheated."
"I thought you said you could keep up." Said Aggy, returning his grin as she lifted her foot from the ground and rode in slow circles around the New York cop.
"I could, but you cheat."
"Nothin' like tha'."
"It is too. When you say one two and then leave before three it's cheating!"
"I said three 'fore I left you jus' didn't hear me."
"You did that on purpose."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
"We'll do't 'gain."
"Not now, I need a break first." Henry broke through Aggy's circle and started back along the path. She caught up with him and said. "So?"
"So what?"
"Are ya gonna go?"
"I dunno. Whata ya think?"
"I think yer nuts. In th' middle of the nights some wacko lady in black drives up with another dude in a black in a big ol' black car, asks ya questions ya can't remember, tells ya to go somewhere for a test then leaves. Ya shoulda plugged 'em."
"That's yer answer ta everything."
"An' sometimes it's a very good answer. Thank ya much."
"It's not my job to shoot every nutjob I meet. If I did that half the City would be gone."
" There goes the overpopulation problem."
"And besides that's not all that happened. " Henry pulled off the trail again and reached into one of his jacket pockets. "Look." He handed Aggy a plain white business card. On one side was a handwritten address, 504 Battery Drive. On the other side were there printed block letters MiB.
"So, Oh Mistress of the Secret Scribbles, what can you tell me about the lady?"
"This is her writin'?"
"Saw her do it m'self."
Aggy 's mood shifted quickly. She went from a fun child to a serious adult, brooding over the small white cardboard. " Vertical slant...even spacing...strict margins...good use of all three zones...why they used handwriting instead of printing I dun know..." She handed him back the card. "I'd say she's got some big ol' secret ta hide. And seems ta be making a big effort to make herself...unrecognizable. She's tryin' 'ard to be like everyone else, though I dunno why. Are ya going?" She asked again.
"You think I should?"
"I guess it couldn't hurt if we went..just ta see ya know."
"We?"
"Ya. Ya dun think I'm letting you go 'lone do ya?"
"Aggy...I'm supposed to go alone. Battery Drive's not that dangerous."
"But if'n these people is tryin' to trap ya..."
"Aggy...kid...I'll tell you what ....I'll go tomorrow. Just to see. If I haven't called you after sunset, call at the station and someone there will look into it."
"But–"
"Do Not, under ANY circumstances, come looking for me."
"Bu' 'enry–"
"Agatha. If something happens to me there I dun want somethin' happening to you too."
"I can take–"
"Care of yerself I know . But you live in New Hampstead. That's different than the City, different than Battery Drive." Aggy looked ready to argue again. "Aggy please..it's just a test. I 've lived this long, I'm sure I gotta couple more good years in me."
Aggy stared at her friend for a long time. "Fine." She sputtered out and remounted her bike. "One...two..." She took off down the road. "Nine..ten!"
Two things happened to me this morning. One: I woke up (not unusual), Two: I had a thought (very unusual and considered dangerous by some). This thought was realitivly harmless, as thoughts go. I realized as much as we think we know the Agents of MiB, we don't know the number one thing: what they were like before they were agents. Think about it, in the movie James doesn't exactly seem to lose much to become Agent J. Agent L didn't really ahve any friends or famiy...unless you count the bodies at the morgue (which isn't exactly a bad thing). We only get glimpses of K's previous love-life, just enough to bug people like me, and he didn't seem to have much of a choice in the matter.. So I was thinking...what if a possible agent, had someone to leave behind, had a choice? Since my thoughts usually make my head hurt until I write themdown that's what I've done. Review flame, whatever. It's not perfect and it gets kinda sappy near the end, but that happens.
Onto the story
*********************
Chapter 1:
"Aggy wait! Aggy?! Agatha !"
Agatha Reynolds stopped her bike and waited for Henry Thompson to finish catching up. Aggy was a childish twenty-three year old, with a hint of Californian tan, brown eyes and shortly cropped rust-colored hair. She had been friends with Henry since they were high school freshman in Southern California and at first glance bystanders often wondered why. Aggy's closthes were almost always second hand, the bike she rode was a remnants of the late 80's/ early 90's ; blue with a banana seat that was pedaled backwards for brakes. She had even strung a metal basket between the handle bars. Henry , about 25 years-old, had Greek features, brown hair and grey eyes. He dressed in the newest set of fashionable clothes, and rode the latest design in mountain bikes. Why did they hang out with each other for so long? Simple, they both answered, they liked each other's company.
Henry caught up and stopped alongside her, smiling. "No fair. You cheated."
"I thought you said you could keep up." Said Aggy, returning his grin as she lifted her foot from the ground and rode in slow circles around the New York cop.
"I could, but you cheat."
"Nothin' like tha'."
"It is too. When you say one two and then leave before three it's cheating!"
"I said three 'fore I left you jus' didn't hear me."
"You did that on purpose."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
"We'll do't 'gain."
"Not now, I need a break first." Henry broke through Aggy's circle and started back along the path. She caught up with him and said. "So?"
"So what?"
"Are ya gonna go?"
"I dunno. Whata ya think?"
"I think yer nuts. In th' middle of the nights some wacko lady in black drives up with another dude in a black in a big ol' black car, asks ya questions ya can't remember, tells ya to go somewhere for a test then leaves. Ya shoulda plugged 'em."
"That's yer answer ta everything."
"An' sometimes it's a very good answer. Thank ya much."
"It's not my job to shoot every nutjob I meet. If I did that half the City would be gone."
" There goes the overpopulation problem."
"And besides that's not all that happened. " Henry pulled off the trail again and reached into one of his jacket pockets. "Look." He handed Aggy a plain white business card. On one side was a handwritten address, 504 Battery Drive. On the other side were there printed block letters MiB.
"So, Oh Mistress of the Secret Scribbles, what can you tell me about the lady?"
"This is her writin'?"
"Saw her do it m'self."
Aggy 's mood shifted quickly. She went from a fun child to a serious adult, brooding over the small white cardboard. " Vertical slant...even spacing...strict margins...good use of all three zones...why they used handwriting instead of printing I dun know..." She handed him back the card. "I'd say she's got some big ol' secret ta hide. And seems ta be making a big effort to make herself...unrecognizable. She's tryin' 'ard to be like everyone else, though I dunno why. Are ya going?" She asked again.
"You think I should?"
"I guess it couldn't hurt if we went..just ta see ya know."
"We?"
"Ya. Ya dun think I'm letting you go 'lone do ya?"
"Aggy...I'm supposed to go alone. Battery Drive's not that dangerous."
"But if'n these people is tryin' to trap ya..."
"Aggy...kid...I'll tell you what ....I'll go tomorrow. Just to see. If I haven't called you after sunset, call at the station and someone there will look into it."
"But–"
"Do Not, under ANY circumstances, come looking for me."
"Bu' 'enry–"
"Agatha. If something happens to me there I dun want somethin' happening to you too."
"I can take–"
"Care of yerself I know . But you live in New Hampstead. That's different than the City, different than Battery Drive." Aggy looked ready to argue again. "Aggy please..it's just a test. I 've lived this long, I'm sure I gotta couple more good years in me."
Aggy stared at her friend for a long time. "Fine." She sputtered out and remounted her bike. "One...two..." She took off down the road. "Nine..ten!"