Roxy is still alive however Merlin is not. Hope you enjoy regardless.

I closed the brief of my next mission and looked up to face Harry with a small smile.

"A Russian sleeper spy in the middle of nowhere?" I asked him.

With a nod, he stood up and looked down at me, clasping his hands behind his back before answering with a "Sheffield is not exactly in the middle of nowhere. Yorkshire's quite nice if you get used to it."

"And Galahad's mission?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, well, the eyebrow above his remaining eye. "Classified. He is stationed in Sweden for the time being."

"Of course, he is married to the crown princess. Adjusting to royal life just fine, isn't he?" I sniped, standing up with my brief, ready to burn it after memorising all I needed.

Harry ignored me, sitting back down as he began to write whatever he was writing down in his own briefing file.

"Here is your temporary address, two doors down from the sleeper spy. You are Abigail Cameron, a military wife who has decided to make it on her own for a while as your husband is stationed in Japan indefinitely. Your job will be a bar manager and the sleeper spy works across in the local supermarket as a stock manager."

I nodded, gripping my brief tightly as I waited for him to continue.

"You will need to dye your hair brown. A wig is too risky. Your casual wardrobe is fine..." He drifted off, handing me the final version of the brief. "You will live in a three bedroom, two and a half bathroom home, affordable for that of a military background."

"When does my taxi arrive, Arthur?"

Harry met my eyes again. "Two hours, Lancelot. Good luck."

When I was finally at my new but temporary home, I took a moment to stand outside of it, admiring the detailing of the semi-detached two storey home. It even had a loft.

I walked up to the door, sticking my key inside the keyhole of the black, glossy door with a gold knocker.

"Hello?"

I slowly turned around to face a young mother, holding a toddler as a small child stood beside her with a scowl.

"Hi." She smiled. "I'm Luanne. I just live next door," she nudged her head towards the house stuck to mine. "Didn't even know we were expecting a new neighbour. The house has been empty for over a year! Although my husband says he did see removal vans heading down the street every once in a while - I go on a lot, ignore me. What's your name?"

Planting a fake but bright smile on my face as I gently pinched her toddler's cheek when he reached for me, I replied, "Abigail. Everyone calls me Abi."

Luanne smiled brightly back. "What a beautiful name! Well, if you need anything, just ask. Everyone's really friendly on this street. I got to go and feed this grumpy little boy but it was nice meeting you!"

"And you," I replied, waving as they headed out of my little front garden and into theirs before disappearing behind their front door.

Finally, I turned around and twisted the key in the hole, pushing it back and entering quickly before taking the key back out and shutting the door.

The house was beautifully decorated, fake family photos on the walls, silver and black decorative pillows scattered all over smooth, fabric sofas and armchairs. As I walked closer to the fake photographs, I noticed the photographs were mostly doctored pictures of me in a wedding dress on a beach, hugging an unidentifiable man as the sunlight mainly blocked our features. There was a picture of joined hands which were meant to signify mine and my husband's as gold rings, as the one on my finger, sat as the centrepiece on the black and white photo.

More photographs were of me and my 'family' consisting of a sister, brother and mother and father. All of which, I did no longer have in reality.

Then I saw it.

An altered photograph of arms wrapped around 'me' with a bump, the arms belonging to my 'husband'. A husband whose face nestled into my neck so he was unidentifiable and a bright smile on my 'face'.

Frowning, I looked inside my brief, quickly reminding myself to get rid of it soon.

I missed a big detail.

I was pregnant but suffered a stillbirth before my 'husband' left for Japan. Our marriage had broken down due to this and I had moved to get away from the painful memories, hence there were barely any pictures which actually showed the face of my 'husband' as it was too painful.

"Thanks, Harry(!)" I mumbled, dragging a hand through my now-brunette hair.

Memorising the rest of the brief, I set it on fire in the kitchen sink, making sure every piece of it was gone before heading upstairs to look around and identify where each room was.

Just as I got upstairs, I turned to the left and walked straight into the main bathroom. There was a bedroom right next to it and another beside it, next to where the stairs were. Heading back to the stairs, I walked straight on to what was the right of the stairs and entered the master bedroom which had an en-suite. I also noticed a staircase heading straight upstairs even further and remembered that the house had a loft space.

The loft space was mainly just an office but when I headed to the built-in wardrobe, I noticed a hook. Pulling it down, the wardrobe's back moved towards me and spun to the left, revealing a whole wall of guns, umbrellas, spare armoured/bulletproof suits, dresses and everyday wear.

"Thank you, Lady Whiskey..." I smiled.

Sighing, I closed the secret compartment and headed back downstairs into my new but temporary room.

I did not know how long this mission was going to be for, I had one which lasted a week, even less undercover but this time, I think I was in for the long haul.

The way I had been briefed made it seem as if I was staying for a year or even half.

I just wondered what Eggsy was doing. This was our first ever mission apart, especially since he became Scandinavian royalty.

But I didn't want it to be. I didn't want him to be a Swedish arm candy either.

I wanted him to be mine...