It's Her
Thompson woke up with a splitting headache Monday morning. He never liked having days off, it gave him too much time to think about his days from the war and he ended up drowning his thoughts out. This time it was different. This time instead of thinking of all the brothers he lost, the faces of the men he killed and of the medal he didn't deserve, he was thinking of a woman. The one with the most alluring red lips, and the more he thought about her the more angry he grew. Who did she think she was with an attitude like that. No women acts that way, it just wasn't done. Who ends a conversation like that then walks away. She definately irritated him, he couldn't care less if he saw her again. He would actually prefer it if he never had to see her again...but then why couldn't he get her out of his head.
He was happy that Monday had finally come and he got to work early, as always, he liked to use this time to speak privately with chief Dooley. Once he retires someone will have to run the New York office, why not him, he was the best agent after all.
Thompson walked into the office stopping to give the girls working the switchboard his best smile and went to get a coffee for himself and the chief. He walked into Dooley's office at sat down in the chair across from the desk.
"Got my coffee Thompson." Dooley asked without looking up from a file he was reading.
"Every morning sir." Thompson places the coffee down on the desk and askes if any good cases have come in.
"Not since you were here last, but we are getting a new agent today, I was informed by Col. Phillips last night."
"Oh really, fresh meat or transfer?"
"Transfer, been with the SSR for awhile but don't expect anything, especially any field work."
"How come?"
"It's a woman." At that Thompson burst out laughing.
"That's funny, now who is it really?"
"I'm being serious…it's Captain America's girl and we are the luck ones who are getting stuck with her."
"Why, the war's over she can go home, back to her knitting or whatever it is women do, we don't need a skirt round here getting in our way."
"Thompson, it's out of my hands. Now hopefully she wont be here long, she will either marry or come to her senses after she has some time to grieve and in the mean time we can have her keep up on the filing you boys always seem to leave lying around and you wont have to make me anymore coffee. That clear agent?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, then you can greet her when she comes in, you keep saying women love you."
"Well yes but"
"That's all agent."
"Yes sir"
Thompson gets up and leaves Dooley's office taking the file on cap's girl and heads to his desk, putting his feet up. He may as well go over her file seeing as the workday hasn't really started yet and no one else is in the office.
Jack reads her file and doesn't find out much more than her name, Margaret Elizabeth Carter, she was Captain America's liason, and was a code-breaker. No missions recorded or anything, definately not agent material even if she wasn't a woman.
Other agents soon start trickling into the bullpen. When Jack sees Krzeminski and Ramirez walk in he calls them over to share the news of their new "secretary".
"Your not serious Thompson are you" Ramirez says.
"Chief told me himself not long ago and there ain't nothing we can do. She was Captain America's girl."
"Geez she must be a looker then to have been Caps girl" Krzeminski says poking Ramirez.
"Have a look for yourself" Thompson says tossing her file open towards them.
"You sure this is her, I mean she's a looker but seeing as she managed to snag cap, don't you think she should be some pretty little blonde or something. I mean she seems a little plain don't ya think."
As Krzeminski says this the elevator doors open and the clicking of heels is heard throughout the room. Everyone's head turns to watch a woman in a blue skirt suit and red hat sweep into the bullpen head held high.
Thompson freezes, along with every other male in the office. It can't be... but he would recognize those blood red lips anywhere...it was her...Peggy. He had been seeing those lips in his head all weekend and had decided that he never wanted to see her again with that snarky attitude of hers and yet here she was. He didn't notice her coming towards him until she stopped beside his desk.
"Agent Thompson" he heard in that insufferable English accent that he hadn't been able to get out of his head. She continued walking past, swaying her hips as she glided through the office. Every agent turned to look at Jack as he watched Peggy come to a stop and knock on Dooley's door. He swears he saw her smirk at him as she closed the door, but he wasn't paying enough attention to know for sure.
Thompson turned back to the file of Margaret Carter and there she was. There was no mistaking it now, that was "Peggy". Shit.
