Anonymous asked: Agent Grantham request- m/m are tasked to protect the (very forward) teenaged daughter of an official targeted to be murdered.
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Agent Grantham vs. the Schoolgirl
"Bloody hell, what a pain in the ass," Mary whispered, following Matthew down the corridor.
"I dunno, she seems kind of sweet," Matthew replied.
Mary snorted loudly. "Did you even hear what she said about my hair?"
"She said it would look better if it was longer, but I don't see how that—" Matthew paused, realization hitting him. "Well, for the record, I like your hair."
"For the record, no one cares. But, God, what a little brat. I can't believe we're babysitting her for the next week—or until her father's kill order expires, but whatever. I did not go through two years of training to watch some spoiled little rich kid."
"She's not so bad," Matthew maintained, heading into one of the sitting rooms.
"You only like her because she keeps making goo-goo eyes at you," Mary said, taking a seat on one of the sofas and grabbing the laptop they'd hooked up to the security feed.
"She's just a kid," Matthew scoffed. "And this is work."
"Seventeen is pretty close to eighteen," Mary murmured, looking over the top of the computer as Matthew stretched out beside her.
"Yes, but thirty-two is not, so I'd be grateful if you'd stop going on about it. I'd sooner date you than get arrested," he replied.
Mary blinked at him. "Me?" she questioned.
Matthew brushed it aside. "And besides, blonde isn't really my type."
Mary rolled her eyes. "You're a blonde, you loon. And way to generalize an entire segment of the population."
"You knew what I meant," he said.
"I suppose you like brunettes?" Mary asked, tucking a strand of her own dark brown hair behind her ear.
"You could say that," Matthew said, smirking as he folded his hands behind his head. "But it doesn't matter. Wake me if anything interesting happens."
He shut his eyes, but not for long, as their charge had bounded into the room, squealing his name.
"Matthew! Look at this funny video my friend just posted," the girl said, plopping at his side, iPhone outstretched.
"Adrian, I thought you had homework," Mary said, feeling more and more like a babysitter. "And you're not supposed to be online, the I.P. address—"
She rolled her eyes, as though Mary was an annoying older sister. "It's fine, isn't it, Matthew?"
"Actually, you probably shouldn't, it isn't safe," Matthew countered, leaning away from the girl as she encroached on his personal space. Adrian shot a look of annoyance at Mary, who gave her a rather smug smile.
"Sorry. In fact, you really shouldn't have a phone at all," Mary said, taking the device out of her hand before she could object.
"What am I supposed to do all night?" Adrian asked huffily.
"You have books. They're quite stimulating," Mary replied.
"God, this is horrible! First daddy gets a death threat and now I'm imprisoned in my own home, forced to live like a recluse without internet!" she complained.
Mary forced herself not to roll her eyes. "You'll survive."
After another teenage-esque moan, Adrian left the room in a rage, slamming her bedroom door hard.
"She can't get out through the window, can she?" Matthew asked.
Mary pointed the laptop toward him. "Not unless she wants to run into the snipers on the roof," she said, showing him the video feed.
"Hmm, I'm impressed, Mary," he said. "You're good at this."
She winked at him and Matthew laughed, the sound filling her with a strange happiness she hadn't felt in a long time.
Thoughts?