AN: So here we go! I hope you enjoy this! So as usual, I don't own MI High, or anything you may recognise. I just own Demi, Carrie and Agent Mills.
Carefully, I pulled the painting of its frame and pulled out my scanner. The scan completed and confirmed my theory. "Hey Mills? You're right; the painting's a fake. I'll take photos for evidence and then I'll return to base." I pulled out my phone and began taking pictures, until I heard a pot smash outside. "Damn. Do you think she heard that?" A whispered voice said outside. I rolled my eyes, and re-hung the painting, before walking over the window and looking down at the drop between the water and me. I sighed and opened it, before climbing out and plummeting into the massive waves below. The pressure caused my ears to pop, and for me to return to surface. I gasped for air, and began to weakly swim back to the boat. I pulled myself up on deck to see my supervising officer, Mills smiling at me. "Well done London. Now, I've got off the phone with your father, and..."
"Let me guess, he doesn't want me back? Well I'm fine with that, I like this!"
"Oh no, on the contrary London, he can't wait to have you back. We're taking you back to England now." WHAT? I had gotten so used to being out in the field, that I hadn't even thought about going back. "Gee, great." I said, pulling off my soaked jacket and going to sit down, as the boat sped off heading towards the harbour. We all sat in awkward silence until the boat pulled into shore. I jumped out and walked over to a familiar tall blonde with sunglasses on, standing on the end of the pier. "Ahh, Agent Mills. London. " She said, nodding at me to show she had acknowledged me. This woman's name was Caroline, or Carrie for short. Of course, none of us dared to call her that. She was always Commander Sanders. Nobody knew much about her, just that she had a kid, called Jamela.
She terrified me, which wasn't particularly new; most people scared me. Carrie took off her sunglasses and said, "Do you have the evidence?" Mills turned to me, and I handed her my camera phone. Sighing, she wiped the water off it with her sleeve, and put it in her pocket. "Thank you Demi." She smiled at me, and walked off. Now that was a first. She smiled! Mills put his hand on my shoulder and guided me to a black car with tinted windows. "This car will take you to your new home. I wish you the best of luck in your new MI High placement. I'll miss having you in my team." He said, and tightly hugged me. After a cough from Carrie, he let go of me, and I climbed into the car. The driver quickly drove off, beginning the mind-numbingly boring long journey to my new home. I think I must have fallen asleep after the first hour, because the next thing I knew, the driver was yelling, "Hey Girly, get up! We're here!" I rubbed my eyes, and climbed out the car, looking around. I then got my suitcase out of the boot.
As I slammed the door shut, the driver drove off, leaving me in the middle of the street, no idea where I was going. "Yeah, Thanks for your help!" I called after the car, and sitting on the curb. I ran my fingers through my straggly hair, before a door on the side of me opened, revealing my father. "Demi?" He said looking me up and down. I nodded, and he hugged me. "I missed you. It's good to have you back." I smiled and picked up my bag.
"I missed you too, dad. Now which one's my room?" I said, entering the house.
"Upstairs, second one on the right. Think you'll like this one." I'll decide on whether I like my room, thank you! Nodding, I went upstairs and into my room for however long we were here. It wasn't much, a small blue room with a bed, wardrobe and desk, but that was enough for me. I couldn't be bothered to unpack, so I dropped my bag on the floor and lay on my bed, falling asleep soon after. Little did I know that this was the beginning of a whole new life for me…