Okay, so I found this story on my computer. I wrote it in 2014 and thought that after proofreading I could share it with you :)

The chapters will be uploaded whenever I am finished with them. Let me hear what you think. I mean it... tell me! :D

Oh, and I own nothing...

Chelsea drove to Micheal's apartment. Michael, her "boyfriend", had a conference in London. He wasn't really her boyfriend. She even hated words like "boyfriend" or "commitment" or "relationship". Not to mention things like "marriage". Chelsea really wasn't a commitment-type. She was the completely opposite. To tell the truth, she used Micheal. Michael was so naive to believe, she loved him. She loved his money, his apartment, his car, HER car, his credit cards etc.. By the way, she met Michael two weeks ago and last Saturday he bought her a car. She was an amazing con-artist. And she knew it. She had the looks, she had the smile, she had the words, she also had the experience.

In 1971 she was working in a computer-center. The day she started programming new viruses to her benefit she became a criminal. But no one noticed it and so she went on doing what she was doing. Three weeks and five viruses later she was spotted by the CIA. That was not her best Friday but also not her worst. They took her to Langley, Virginia. Chelsea was better than she thought. The CIA hired her to... well, to do "special things" for their benefit. She worked officially for the CIA in 1972.

November 1972

She was on her way to her office, when she ran into a young man in his mid-twenties. He wore a dark blue baseball cap and high top converse chucks. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss.", said the tall man.

"Oh, well nothing happened. Everything's alright, isn't it?", Chelsea smiled. The man intently stared at her. She felt very self-conscious. "Do I have something on my face?" He got off of his own little world and blinked.

"Oh, no, no. Sorry. Ehm... how old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

"Oh, twenty-one. You're working here?"

"Actually I thought I was." He looked at his wrist-watch.

"Oh, ehm... sorry again and... have a nice day, little lady." He turned and walked down the hallway. Now she stared at him and smiled to herself.

"Little lady", she mumbled to herself and got to her office.

After three hours in front of a monitor, she was on her way to the cafeteria. She bought herself a coffee and a piece of apple pie and sat down at a lonely table. She didn't have many friends at the agency. Chelsea saw the tall man entering the hall. He spotted her from the entrance. She watched him. He got himself a cup of coffee and a sandwich. Then, he walked to her table. A few guys three tables next to her waved at him and greeted him but he ignored them nearly completely. He stood in front of her.

"May I?" he looked at the chair on the other side of the table.

"Of course." Chelsea smiled. The guy smiled at her too.

"So tell me, what does a good-looking twenty-one year old girl do in the middle of the headquarter of the CIA?"

"I'm working here." He gave a short laugh.

"I got that, but what exactly do you doing?" She'd liked to slap herself for her dump answer.

"I'm... well, can I trust you?" The guy laughed at that again. "You sure can, lil lady."

"Okay. Let's say I'm working with the computers."

"You seem to be pretty good, when you're here at sweet twenty-one years."

"If you say so."

"I do."

Chelsea thought about this guy. He was very nice and somehow funny. His cap laid next to him on the table.

"Ehm... I'm sorry but I didn't catch your name."

"Oh, of course. I think I've left my manners at home today." He held his hand out to her and she shook it. "H.M... Murdock... H.M. Murdock, Captain."

"Oh they named you twice.", she joked and again he laughed. She wasn't sure if he laughed at her or at what she was saying.

"No, actually not, but that would've been funny."

"It'd sure be.", Chelsea agreed. They sat and talked. The entire lunch break.

Murdock was a pilot. He had served in Vietnam and was now flying for the CIA. He had a bit of a Texan accent, but it was funny. He was funny. Chelsea told him about the way she'd been engaged and they laughed a lot. Murdock had dark brown eyes and brown hair. He was about 6' tall and about 25 years old. He was from Huston, Texas and didn't live in Virginia. He said he lived in Los Angeles.

Chelsea told him that she was from New York, but moved to Langley because of the job. She liked the sparkle in Murdock's eyes, when he told her about "back then" at his grandparents' house, when he annoyed his granddad for fun. "Yeah, what a day! Gramps never saw that chicken in the same way and I had to stay in my room for one week." He glanced at his watch and gave her a sad look.

"I'm so sorry but lunch time's off. I think we had a nice time, hadn't we?"

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Would you like to go out for a drink after work? Or is there a boyfriend who would beat me up just because of the offer?"

"I don't have a boyfriend and yes... I'd like to."

They spent many evenings with each other and got fast friends. They had fun, laughed, played cards and made disparaging remarks about work and their colleagues. All in all they did things friends or even best friends did.

In December Murdock was fired because of an argument with his boss. He was at Chelsea's and explained the situation.

"The point is not that I crashed that chopper and the goods burned down, the point is that no man died and I got 'em all home. Even if I got 'em home in a stolen airplane, don't you think?"

"Yeah. And even if they are disappointed by your actions, that's no reason to fire you." Murdock looked down at the floor.

"Well, there you're right. Ehm..." Murdock went silent.

"Murdock? What's up?"

"Well, you know... the reason they fired me was that I called them something like careless fools."

"So they fired you because you insulted them? Anyways, who's "them"?"

""They" are my boss, my boss's boss and maybe the big boss of the CIA." Murdock sat down on the couch. Chelsea looked at him.

"Oh...", she stammered but continued, "So, what are you going to do?"

"I'll go back to 'Nam and fly ma old unit 'round." He stood up again. He took her hands in his hands. "I'll miss you and I got you something."

"You don't have to get me some- Oh my god, that is beautiful." Murdock showed her a necklace with a plane pendant.

"Isn't it?"

"It sure is, but you really don't have to-"

"I do. Turn 'round!" She turned around and he put it around her neck.

"Oh, thank you." She hugged him. And he gave her a big bear hug. They spent the evening together.

The next day Murdock headed to Vietnam and Chelsea to work.