'Te amo, Querida'
I rolled over and smiled, reaching for my husband. Unsurprised when I opened my eyes and he wasn't there I slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen the smell of biscuits and bacon meeting me.
"Good morning," I yawned, leaning against the counter.
"Good morning, you're up early," He smiled, kissing my hand.
"I'm expecting a report from Adam soon," I grinned.
"He went on a solo mission last night?" Jesse asked.
"Simple recovery, some foreign aristocrat was looking for his daughter who escaped to America. Turns out she met someone at Yale, dropped out and has been partying since. Adam went to pick her up once she passed out from too much alcohol. Jared was his back-up, if needed," I sat down, he nodded handing me a glass of orange juice.
"Any rumors stirring in the Agency?" He asked, flipping the bacon.
"It's been awful quiet towards our end, there have been some hits on the east coast and Asia but nothing terrible," I shrugged taking a sip, "Not that I'm complaining, it's given us more time," I smiled as he grinned side-glancing at me.
My cell rang but Jesse was closer so he answered it,
"De Silva," He listened before handing it to me, "Donald,"
"Simon," I straightened up.
"Top Agent Simon, this is Kevin Donald, R.R.A."
"Report," I listened.
"We have Agent McTavish here with us, he has requested you as his back-up," Donald sounded uncomfortable.
"Put on Agent McTavish," I ordered, wanting an explanation.
"I can't ma'am, he's helping the others contain the recovered," Donald said uneasily.
"Address?" I jotted it down on a piece of paper Jesse slid over to me, "I'm on my way."
I snapped the phone shut and smiled apologetically.
"Aristocrat's daughter is causing problems, Adam needs back-up. Love you," I kissed him quickly, he smiled and watched me run into our room.
Throwing on a pair of jeans and a button down I slipped on a pair of sneakers before going out the Ferrari. My phone beeped, a text:
Be safe, breakfast and I will be waiting.
I smiled and drove off, typing the address into the G.P.S.
When I arrived their were four disgruntled looking agents outside a steel door and shouting coming from inside.
"McTavish?" I asked.
"Inside ma'am," One of them glanced to the door, he knocked three times and Adam quickly appeared, ducking from a chair.
"Suze," He sighed in relief, "I mean, Agent Simon. I, we, have a small situation with the daughter. She um, is a little, very pissed ma'am," he attempted to smile, "It was a good thing I picked her up passed out or I'd probably be reporting from a hospital."
"Girl talk?" I asked.
"Would you?" He looked relieved.
"Why not," I eyed the door, "On a scale of one to ten?"
"The truth? Eleven," He smiled apologetically.
I sighed and walked straight in, side stepping a chair.
"Stop," I commanded, she paused, taking in my wardrobe.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked, her Indian accent thick.
"Top Agent Susannah Simon," I replied, "But you can call me Suze,"
"Agent Suze Simon? How cute. What, they couldn't handle me, too afraid so they sent in, you?" She snorted.
"Fayera, I suggest you shut up," I countered, "You're being highly unreasonable and throwing a tantrum will get you no where. Perhaps if you acted like the adult you are supposed to be then we wouldn't be in this situation. I'm told you dropped from Yale, wanted to party. Your father is worried."
"My father is worried about his fortune, not me," She snipped angrily.
My eyes narrowed, "You're his only daughter, and his eldest child. The only child of his first and most favorite wife. You think this is only about fortune, girl do you have a lot of growing up to do."
She paused, surveying me again, "You know more than you seem to, Agent Simon,"
"You're more childish than you seem, Princess," I replied, pulling the chair up to the table and sitting, "Why don't you start by telling me why you dropped Yale just to party,"
"You're the one who seems to have all the answers," Fayera sat on the other side of the table.
"Well Princesses just don't go to Yale for no reason, and then to just throw it away for booze and boys who will only remember you for how easy you were. It seems like theirs a hidden motive in there somewhere. Don't hold it against me for saying so but you don't seem like the Yale type of person. So if you were coming to America just to party, why Yale?" I asked.
"It was a name my father recognized and approved of," She shrugged.
"That would make sense wouldn't it?" I tilted my head, "Aren't there simpler, less expensive, less difficult colleges to get into that your father would approve?"
"Perhaps there where. But you see, when your powerful like my family, it's easy to get into any colleges," She smiled.
"Yale," I smiled politely making hers falter, "Of course,"
"Is there something wrong Agent?" She asked.
"No," I shook my head, "Just one more question, how were the parties?"
"Wild," She laughed, "But worth every punishment I'm sure to get."
"Fayera," I leaned forward, "I just hope you didn't do anything you'll regret,"
For a moment she stared at me in surprise and worry before collecting herself, she smiled and said,
"Isn't it that infamous American saying 'Deny Everything, Regret Nothing'?"
"One of them," I nodded, leaning back.
"Are you in love Agent Simon?" She asked.
"And married to him," I showed her the ring.
"Oh," She stared at it, "What does he do?"
"He's an agent, in my team," I smiled, "Agent De Silva."
Something crossed her face but she turned away and then smiled,
"I hope the best for you."
"Thank you," I eyed her.
"Does this mean I have to go home now?" She asked sheepishly.
"Most likely," I nodded, "McTavish,"
"Yes ma'am," Adam came in right away.
"Pack up, we're heading back. She's relented, call her father. Their jet should still be standing by," I stood.
"Copy that," He left, not even glancing at Fayera.
"He hates me now doesn't he?" She asked.
"Throwing chairs doesn't make the best impression, he's simply doing his job now. Normally he's a very charming and friendly person, but he's engaged," I explained.
"Happily?" She teased.
"Putty in her hands," I laughed.
"It was nice meeting you Agent Simon," Fayera stood.
"Likewise, be safe," I nodded and left.
The other agents saluted and thanked me. I smiled politely, waiting for Adam. He came quickly enough, Fayera's father close behind him.
"You are Miss Simon?" He asked, I bowed and smiled, "Thank you very much, my daughter, I don't know what's gotten into her."
"Nothing we can't handle sir, I hope from now on everything goes well," I shook his hand.
"Thank you Miss, safe travels," He smiled.
"And to you," I motioned for Adam who followed me out.
"Follow behind me, and you sir, owe me a biscuit and bacon," I grinned.
"Are you serious? Or is that a code?" Adam raised an eyebrow, I laughed.
"I have a husband for that kind of code," I winked, "You pulled me away from breakfast."
"My bad," Adam smiled, "How's the old love coop."
"Old love coop?" I looked at him, "Please tell me that's not what you call my place,"
"Only when your not around," Adam joked.
"I've actually got a surprise for Jesse, I meant to tell him after breakfast," I smiled.
"Tell him?" Adam asked.
"No, break out into show tunes, yes tell him," I laughed.
"Mind sharing with your ole buddy ole pal?" Adam followed me to the cars.
"Get some rest Adam, you did well," I smiled, getting in my own car.