The sun was bright -- that was the first thing she noticed the first morning. The sun filtered through the window unobstructed and dosed her in its radiant light and she hated it. With a low moan, the brunette rolled onto her belly, dragging the much too stiff pillow over her head while burying her nose into the mattress, attempting to escape the offense. No such relief came, though she remained in that position for another ten minute before the door squeaked open and the scent of coffee flooded the room. It took six seconds for her to sit up, eyes squinted and hair a mess as she scowled at Nick who looked far too cheery for it to be this bright and early. "Good Morning sunshine," the man laughed. She decided she hated that laugh, that stupid loud laugh that made her want to smile, but she couldn't smile because it was too early for that.
A mug was placed in her hands, the warmth quickly spreading through her entire body, seeping deep into her bones. The first sip was heaven, burning hot and barely hinted with a bit of caramel. She didn't ask how he knew she liked her coffee like that, and frankly she didn't care. This man was a godsend.
It took another fifteen minutes for her to wake up enough to have a conversation that didn't consist of him talking and her giving various grunts as a response. "We need curtains," were the first words past her lips. Andy was certain he was gonna laugh that stupid laugh again, but instead he simply nodded and tapped a few things into his phone.
"Callaghan says we have today to get everything we need and to get sorted. Tomorrow we meet our new handler, and at the end of the week we get our first introduction. I will go first, and about a month down the line I will start bringing you into it." Andy simply nodded, appreciating how easy he made it seem, appreciating him getting straight to business. "We should also figure out our story. How did we meet, when, that kind of stuff."
And so that's how they spent their first day undercover, making lists and talking. By the next morning, blackout curtains hung before the windows, leaving the room perfectly dark. When Andy woke, it wasn't to any blinding lights, but to the smell of French toast and sizzling bacon and she decided this definitely wasn't going to be a bad Op at all.
By the end of the first week, Andy felt sure this is what normal feels like. Waking up every morning to a hot breakfast and open, honest conversation. She would do the dishes since Nick cooked, often having to shoo him from the room because he didn't like making her so them alone. They would go for a walk around the pier before Nick left for work and Andy left for her day job at a local coffee-book store. Nick would pick her up at closing and they would go home and watch scrappy TV and eat whatever Nick felt like cooking for them. Sometimes they would play cards, sometimes they would sit in comfortable silence, sometimes Nick would clean his glock while Andy began taking notes in her journal, and sometimes they teased each other until they were red in the face from laughter. All in all, things were going well and Andy was glad to have an easy partner.
By the end of the month, Nick was in and Andy was slowly making her way into the organization herself, though it was mostly just her standing with the other girlfriends and chatting while the men did the heavy lifting. But it was a start, and a good one.
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