Eggsy couldn't sleep that night she met Ellie. He was tossing and turning and chuckling every time he remembered the girl who wouldn't allow him to carry her books even when it was obvious that she need help. It was either she was just being overly cautious or Eggsy looked a bit like a creep.
It was difficult for the young agent to notice the slightest tint of a Brooklyn accent in the way Ellie spoke. He's most certain about this. Months of sociolinguistics training with Merlin paid off quite well.
JB grew annoyed by Eggsy's unusual cheeriness and constant shifting that he left the room.
Even Eggsy was annoyed by himself—why was he feeling all mushy and smiley? Was it the Guinness? Did a single pint really manage to make him tipsy? Was it the fact that he floored a couple of punks at the bar, and the sense of gratification and honor was just sinking in? Or was it the quiet yet captivating American girl our young hero had just saved?
Ellie, as Eggsy learned from their conversation, was in her first year at the University of Cambridge. She was living with an aunt at East End, but is moving to a dormitory near the university. For a stranger in a foreign land, Ellie spoke with ease. Minus the fact that she wouldn't let Eggsy carry her books for her, she actually appeared very comfortable walking Eggsy. Eggsy wasn't quite sure if that was really her character or if she was just being nice to Eggsy for saving the day. Either way, Eggsy's okay with it and would love to go on more walks with her.
Eggsy was fighting the itch to ask Roxy to get hold of information about a certain Ellie from Brooklyn. Between Eggsy and Roxy, the latter was more skilled with computers and research.
In a moment's breath, Eggsy propped himself up on the bed as a brilliant idea came to mind. He remembered that Ellie's full name was plastered on the cover of one of her books. The text, written in Garamond, read: Elizabeth Johnson.
Eggsy booted up his computer and immediately Googled Ellie. There were a lot of search results for "Elizabeth Johnson" but none remotely related to the Ellie he's looking for. He narrowed his search term to "Elizabeth Johnson University of Cambridge." Nothing. He tried all other variations of her name and tried several other keywords that might lead him to Ellie. Still nothing.
At this point, Ellie was an unsolved mystery. That one case Eggsy couldn't quite unravel.
Resigned, Eggsy laid on his bed and tried to sleep it off. I'll figure it out tomorrow, Eggsy thought.
Not a minute has passed and his phone started to buzz. It was Merlin, and his message was brief and urgent:
Go to headquarters ASAP.
[A/N: Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of this story and I really appreciate all the wonderful reviews and favorites. I apologize for taking too long in updating this. This is a very brief chapter, but I will follow it up with a new one soon. I hope to see you all again in the next chapter. Happy new year, everyone!]
