7M

Looking at her wrist, Carmon bit down on her bottom lip, barely acknowledging the bead of blood that swelled up. While she didn't regret what she'd done, she knew the moment they found out she was going to be in trouble, especially from her father.

It had healed welled, the slight swelling going down after the first day, but now she had to deal with the itchiness that came after. She was thankful she'd snagged a bottle of the lily scented lotion from the pharmacy the day after M had come home with hers, because it was the only thing that seemed to help at the moment.

Sighing, she shook her head and went about setting out dinner for them. She knew M would be joining her for tea, but she'd yet to know if her father would be as he'd been out on assignment for the last month. Actually, that had been why she'd decided to get the tattoo now and not later on in the year. She knew that with her father gone, M would be out of the house longer, thus leaving her alone long enough to be able to keep the new addition hidden long enough for it to be healed. Tonight would be the first time she'd not be wearing a long sleeve shirt or wristband to cover it, and for the most part, she had no problem with that, except for the small chance of M disapproving. Not that she could talk, but still, the older woman's opinion mattered to her.

Just as she was placing the bowls of soup on the bench, where she and M had taken to eating when together, the door opened and closed. Almost immediately Carmon heard the second set of heavier foot steps behind the slight clicks of heels. Smiling, she removed a third bowl and dished up some of the soup and placed it next to the others. As she moved for the cutlery draw, she flipped the kettle, grabbing out two mugs with one hand while the other founds the spoons.

"Good evening Carmon," M said, heading straight for her seat at the bench.

"M," the brunette greeted, turning to face her, "Tea?"

"Please."

Smiling, Carmon set about making the tea while her father finally limped in, a glass of scotch in hand. She watched from the corner of her eye as he froze in the middle of the door, eyes narrowed as he zeroed in on her left hand.

"Carmon-Olivia Bond, what is that on your wrist?"

At the bench, M looked up, frowning when she didn't see what caused James to speak to Carmon in such a way. It wasn't lost on her that he had dropped Evelyn from her name either, just like Carmon said.

"Tattoo."

No one spoke for a moment, the only sounds being that of Carmon continuing with making herself and M tea. Once down, she turned around, handing the older woman her mug and smirking up at her father, "You just going to stand there all day or are you going to join your family for dinner?"

Sighing, the agent made his way over to the bench, sitting across from the two women. Once situated, he looked at her daughter expectantly, brow arched, drawling, "Let's see it then."

Holding out her arm, she showed her father and M the ink. Beside her, M huffed out a small laugh while James shook his head in exasperation.

"How fitting."

Pulling her arm back, she shot him another smirk, "I thought so."

Fore sitting there on her wrist, in solid black ink were the symbols 7M.

Fitting indeed.