"Snowden!"
The door went open, slamming loudly against the wall. Wincing at the noise, Elsa looked up from the computer screen, a cup with her favorite vanilla cappuccino stopped midway to her lips. She quirked an eyebrow at the sight.
Anna was staying in the doorway wearing black leather knee-high boots, blue skinny jeans, some white plane top, and black leather jacket. Her hair was gathered in a high ponytail.
Ni-ice… Wait, what?
She kicked the door close and went over to Elsa's desk. Leaning over, she grabbed the blonde by her tie, pulling it and making her victim stand up and follow the lead. Elsa couldn't do anything about that whole situation. Anna was doing something to her. Something she couldn't explain.
"D- Do you need something, Summerfield?" Elsa swallowed hard when she noticed Anna licking her lips and smiling at her.
"Oh, yes." Now I really don't like the way she's looking at me. "I have a proposition for you."
"W-hat is it?"
"Elsa Snowden," dramatic pause, "Will you marry me?"
"Summerfield, I really like your proposition, but you n- Wait…" The words proceeded into the blonde's brain only after half a minute. She blinked a few times, feeling her face growing warm. "What did you just say?!"
"Elsa," Anna took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, if I'm being to forward, but this is stronger than me." Elsa watched the redhead's eyes growing darker and her voice deeper. "I can't stop thinking about you. Your eyes, your face, your voice is all I dream about." She finished in a desperate whispered. "Elsa, please, don't torture us both. Let's get married. This month. This week. Today. Now!"
Elsa tried to pull back, but Anna's grip on her tie only tightened, making her struggle harder.
"Summerfield, you're saying th- the most stupid thing I've ever heard! We know each other for two days!" That's right girl, just be the voice of God damn reason!
"You can't do anything about it, Elsa. It's true love." She watched Anna licking her lips again, leaning in dangerously close. Elsa felt the redhead's breath on her lips. She smelled of meant and something else, though the blonde couldn't remember the smell. But she didn't care at that moment. "Let me show you."
What came up next caught the blonde off guard. Anna let go of her tie and pushed her in the shoulder, making Elsa fall back in her chair. The next moment she opened her eyes Anna was already in front of her, turning the chair to make the other woman face her. Smiling mischievously, the red head situated herself on Elsa's lap. Without further prelude, she put her fingers through Elsa's hair and kissed her.
The blonde took in a shudder breath, relaxing into her seat. Anna's lips were so full and warm, and they moved so smoothly against her dry chapped ones. Elsa hugged the redhead by her waist, bringing her closer. She knew that it was wrong. That she needed to stop it, simply because she wasn't the one who mixed work and relationship. But, God, did Anna's lips and fingers feel good, and damn was it long since she kissed someone.
Their lips moved in synch and both their bodies relaxed into each other. They hadn't noticed when the kiss changed from light and playful to deep and passionate. Teeth nibbling, tongues brushing. Their breath becoming short and fast, but parting for air was unacceptable. What they were doing, from the side, looked like a meeting of those couples who were in a long-distance relationship; dreaming to finally kiss and touch each other.
Fuck, Snowden! What the Hell are you doing?! Stop her! You work together and you're breaking your number one rule! But her lips feel so good… and her touches. Damn it! Two days later and I've already fallen for her! What the actual fuck?!
"Hey, Els!" The door went open and Kristoff came in, looking down at the cellphone in his hand. "Sideburns sum- Oh, dang it!" The two separated looking at the intruder. "Sorry, Els! I'm so damn sorry!" Kristoff turned around on his heels and rushed out, slamming the door behind him.
Elsa felt back in her chair, breathing heavily. That was so wrong. But it felt so good. Suddenly, a memory of her last year at school came. She remembered the T-Shirt that she wore almost every day. It was black with a white sign: "Do not lead me into a temptation. I can find it myself." Why did she remember that? She looked up at Anna.
The woman was breathing heavily as well, and Elsa could see a tiny hint of blush on her freckled cheeks. She felt her phone vibrating in her trousers' pocket. Taking it out and unlocking it she read a text from Kristoff.
"Els, I'm really frigging sorry! I just wanted to say that Hans wants to see us. Now. See you there. Sorry, again!"
Taking a deep breath, Elsa looked up at Anna, who was still occupying her lap. "Miss Summerfield, would you be so kind and free my lap?"
"Oh, now you're going to tell me you didn't like it, Snowflake?" The redhead quirked her eyebrow when she saw a look of pure terror on Elsa's face.
"How did you just call me?"
"What? You mean 'Snowflake'? I think it su- Whoa!" The blonde jerked up, grabbing Anna by shoulders. In a second they were on their feet, with Elsa hovering over the redhead. Her face was one of pure fury.
"Don't you dare call me like that ever again. You understand that?" Elsa gritted through her teeth. Anna nodded. The blonde grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair and stormed out of the cabinet.
Oo-okay… What the fuck just happened?
"You caught them doing what?!"
"I'm telling you, man! They were friggin kissing! Like, full on the lips! Plus, Summerfield was seating on Elsa's lap!"
"I'm impressed. It took her only two days to make Snowden fall for her."
"You bet."
"People didn't lie about her. She really is a professional seductress."
"Just please, don't tell Els that I told you this. Okay?"
"Fear not, my friend. This is only between us."
"Cool."
Knock-knock-knock!
"Come in!" The door went open.
"Hans. You wanted to see us?" Elsa asked, entering the office, followed by Anna.
"Yes." He looked down at the papers. "How does the kissi- erm... I meant… The investigation." He heard a muffled laugh, a nervous gulp and what sounded like a growl. "How does the investigation going?" He finally formulated his question.
"You know how," Elsa sighed, deciding that she didn't care anymore, "We don't have anything. Not a single clue."
"Why?"
"Why? You asking why?! Because everything we try to do is turned against us! Checking everyone on bugs turned out to be a waste of time. Checking every computer here was even more of a waste. We're doing it wrong."
"So then we need to think of something else!" Hans raised his voice on a few octaves, slamming his fist down on the desk along the way.
"I asked you to give me more freedom in my action!" Elsa matched Hans tone, glaring at the man. "But you drop me a hint to fuck off with it and work according to the protocol!"
"Hey." Anna whispered to Kristoff, who leaned in to her to hear her. "Are they always… like this?"
"Don't worry 'bout it, hotshot." He smirked, nudging her shoulder. "Sideburns is known for being bad-tempered. But no-one except Elsa is able to shout back at him."
"I see." Anna mumbled, looking back at the scene.
"Because I know your methods, Snowden!"
"My methods are fine!"
"Do I need to remind you about that time you knocked the suspect out after he called Jasmine 'sexy chick'?"
"He earned it!"
"That's not the point, Snowden!" Hans slammed his fist against the desk once again. "You're one of our best agents! You have to have a lot of alternatives!"
"Can't you understand that I don't have them right now!"
"Then think of one!"
Anna winced at the loud voices, but she couldn't help but smile at their behavior.
"The act like an old married couple." The redhead smiled to herself. Kristoff looked down at her, smirking as well.
"And I want y-"
"Shut up, Sideburns!" Elsa held her arm up, making Hans stop his tirade. The blonde looked somewhere at the side, expression thoughtful. Hans, himself, stood straight, fixing his jacket and smiling knowingly. In a moment Elsa looked up at him. "There is a way."
"Oo-oh!" Kristoff smiled, nudging Anna in the shoulder rapidly. "Watch this. Els is about to give a brilliant idea."
"Remember that guy I arrested a year or so ago? The one we suspected in selling top IT to terrorists? The one called 'Caps Lock'?"
Hans frowned. "Yes. Why?"
"Sideburns, think!" Elsa straightened up, eyes bright and shiny with determination. "He's the main source of all the information about latest IT developments, and this guy knows everything that's going on around IT black market!"
"C'mon, Els. It'd taken us almost five month to find him. If this guy finds out that agents of the CIA are looking for him, he'll hide that deep under the ground that we won't be able to dig him out." Kristoff crossed his arms over his chest. Anna just looked between the three of them, not really understanding where everything was heading.
"Then," the blonde smirked up at him, heading to the door. "We'll talk to the one, who always know where to find him."
Anna looked up at Kristoff. The man just shrugged and followed his partner.
"That's not fair, you know?" Kristoff muttered from the back seat of Elsa's white Volkswagen Jetta. The blonde looked at him in the rearview mirror.
"What exactly?" She asked, locking her eyes back on the road.
"You get all the hot girls."
"What do you mean by all?" Anna turned and looked at him.
"She had this new neighbor that lives next-door to her." He stretched at the back. "What's her name? Belle, right?"
"Yes. And really, Kristoff… all?"
"Your new neighbor," I just know her name! "Anna," That's a questionable statement… "And all those girls that look at you when we eat at our favorite café." And that's just unfair.
She met Kristoff's gaze in the mirror. Elsa frowned. Suddenly he was jerked ahead when the blonde slammed her foot on the breaks at the red light.
"Kris," she turned around. The man pressed himself into the back of the seat, a look of pure horror on his face. "One more word about this, and that deal in the strip club will be nothing comparing to what I'll do to you."
"Whoa-whoa!" Anna's face lit up with a really childish smile. "I totally need to know about this shit!"
"Ask him," the blonde pointed at Kristoff, "If you are interested." She locked her attention back to the road.
The rest of the way they all were silent. Elsa drove the car, relaxing back into her seat. Anna couldn't help but admire the view. The blonde looked really calm while driving. The redhead compared her to herself. She liked the speed, the pump of adrenaline in her veins, the wild bit of her heart. It was all about the rush, about getting to the finish first. But at that moment it wasn't about the rush.
Her eyes roamed over Elsa's profile. She lingered her gaze on the blonde's lips. She remembered the feel of those lips.
Fuck! That's not good. Get your shit together, Summerfield. Be a professional!
"We're here." Elsa announced, parking her car by a police station. Anna looked out of the window.
"A police station?" She watched Elsa and Kristoff exiting the car, following after them shortly.
"Yes." The trio went to the front doors.
"Why the police station?"
"Because we're going to talk to Caps' curator."
Knock-knock-knock!
"Come in!"
"Detective Hua?" A young Asian woman looked up from the papers. She smiled when she saw her guests, fixing her long dark brown hair in a long ponytail.
"Elsa! Damn, girl, long time no seeing!" She walked over to the blonde, shoving her outfit. Simple white silk shirt, light blue jeans, and black shoes. Her police badge was shoving out from under her shirt.
"I'm happy to see you too, Mulan." Elsa smiled, hugging the woman back. "Do you remember Kristoff?"
"You bet! Come here, big guy!"
"How have you been recently?" The man smiled, hugging the brunette back.
"Fine, I think. Just having a lot of work this days." Mulan looked over Kristoff's shoulder, noticing Anna.
"Yes, right. Mulan, this is Anna Summerfield." The two shook their hands.
"A new one?"
"Kind of."
"I see. It's nice to meet you, Anna."
"Same here, Detective." "Just Mulan. Now, Elsa, how's your personal life?"
"She has one?" Kristoff asked, getting a smack in the shoulder. Elsa followed Mulan to her desk, seating on a chair that was in front of it.
"Mine as peaceful as it was before. And while we're speaking about it, how have things between you and Aurora been?" The brunette's face fell, eyes became sad and lost their optimistic brightness. "Just don't tell me—"
"Philip asked Aurora to marry him."
"Oh God."
"She told him that she needed time to think. And then she came to me and asked for my advice and—" Mulan interrupted herself with a deep tired breath.
"Okay, you can stop here. I understand."
"Thanks. So, what's the actual reason of your visit?"
"Yeah… Well, you see, we need to talk to Caps."
"Oh God… What has he done this time?"
"Nothing-nothing! We just need to talk. Just talk, that's it." Mulan looked up at Elsa. Her gaze long and hard.
"Let me guess, you're not going to tell me the reason." The blonde only smiled in response.
"I'm sorry, but it's classified."
"Classified." Mulan finished in unison with her. "Okay-okay. Just, please, don't get him or yourselves killed."
"Well, this place is… nice."
They were in a middle of an alley, somewhere in the old part of the city. The houses around them looked they were abandoned for God knows how long. But that was just a vision. People lived there, not having much of choice. Elsa looked sadly at the windows that were covered with planks of wood.
"I saw places much worse than this."
"Yeah." Anna stepped by Elsa's side, looking around too. "Much worse. You can't even imagine how some people live."
"Hotshot, I know how some of them live. I know it way too good for my own liking." Anna looked questioningly at him and already opened her mouth to ask about it, but Elsa was already ahead of her.
"Okay, our plan is: Kristoff, you'll stay here and watched the entrance. Me and Summerfield are going to go and see Caps. You ready?"
"You bet! I was born ready!" Anna made first step, but Elsa's hand landed on her shoulder, stopping her.
"Hold your horses, Summerfield. There is a Glock and a holster in the glove compartment."
"And?..."
"And? Go grab it! We need to be ready!" Anna opened her jacket, shoving a holster with a 'Smith & Wesson Model 625'.
"My little buddy. He's never let me down." With a wink the red head went past Elsa and into the shop which was owned by Caps. Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling tiredly. Looking up at Kristoff she said:
"Watch over the entrance. If something happens-"
"Don't worry." The man smiled at her, shoving the woman in the direction of the door. "Just go in there already."
The two women entered the place. It was… bad, to say the least. Small room, felt with dust and lots of computers (or with their parts, if to be exactly). Anna looked around, stopping in front of a shelf with lots of motherboards, looking over them. Elsa went over to her, leaning in closer, to whisper in the redhead's ear.
"Go call for the owner. We need to talk to him and we don't have much of a time." Anna nodded and walked over to the counter, hitting the bell that was standing there.
"Coming-coming!" A moment later a man walked out from the back room of his shop. Tall, pale-skinned, fair-haired, without any muscle definition. Face long, smooth. The man was somewhere in his thirties. He looked up at Anna.
"Oo-oh! Hello there, sweet thing." He leaned over the counter, smiling charmingly at Anna. "How can I help you?"
"Are you the one called Caps Lock?"
"I am. So, what can I do for such a Goddess?" The man asked Anna, winking at her and not noticing another person in his shop. It coughed him off guard when Elsa slammed one palm on the counter between him and Anna, and grabbing Caps by the collar of his T-shirt.
"Hey there, Caps."
"Oh fuck! He-hey! Agent Snowden! Nice to see ya! Haven't noticed ya there. Ho- how have ya been recently?"
"Spare me the pleasantries, Caps." Elsa pushed Anna slowly aside and dragged the man closer. "We. Need. To talk. And you know the rules. Hands on the counter."
"Okay-okay! Easy there, agent." Caps smiled nervously, putting his hands on the table slowly. "What do ya wanna know?"
"Tell me, what's going on among the IT black market right now?"
"N-nothing!" Elsa glared at him, gripping his collar tightly. "I swear, agent, there's nothing!"
"You want me to arrest you again?"
"Agent, I swear, there's nothing! Everything is quiet as a graveyard!" Caps struggled, raising his voice in panic.
"Relax, Caps. Don't make it difficult for both of us." Elsa looked over her shoulder to see what Anna was doing. The redhead was just walking around the small shop, looking at everything that was on the shelves. "Okay then. Is there anything that I can be interested in?"
"Heh-heh. Agent, I told ya everything I knew! There's nothing, I swear!" Elsa frowned. Something was odd. She remembered the first time she met Caps. And even then he wasn't this nervous. She looked over her shoulder at Anna again. The redhead looked at her, as concerned as she was.
"Relax, Caps. I know that there's something going on. Just tell me what."
"Agent- Elsa, please-"
"Tommy. Just talk to me." Elsa released him, showing that she came with peace. Anna went over to them. "Tommy, just tell me what's going on, and if I can help." The man only closed his eyes and shook his head 'no'.
"Elsa, please, just lea-"
Bang! Bang-bang! Bang!
"What the-"
"Fuck, Elsa!" The trio heard the door upstairs went open and then there were hurried footsteps. "Elsa!" Kristoff rush in. gun in his right hand and mobile in the other.
"Kristoff? What the hell is going on?!" She took her own gun from under her jacket.
"I don't have a fucking clue!" He put his phone to his ear. "Some assholes came out of nowhere and started sho- Hello?" He answered in the phone. "Marsh!? Marsh! We need a SWAT team here! Some dicks are sho-"
BOOM!
Everyone in the shop ducked on their knees when a thundering sound of explosion ripped through the air. Elsa looked around, hoping that Caps hadn't run away. The man was hiding under the counter.
"Kris, Summerfield, you stay here and look after Caps!"
"El-"
"Just stay here!"
Elsa rushed up the stairs. Kicking the metal door open she was stopped by a wall of heat. Covering her face with her hands she tried to look at the cause of it.
And there it was. A burning piece of metal that only a few minutes ago was her favorite Volkswagen Jetta. She looked around. There wasn't any other car on the street. She noticed that people started to gather around the 'bonfire'. She took her phone and dial the number of the firefighters.
"Hello. Yes. Here's a burning car. Yes. No. No, it's already exploded. Yes. The corner of the tenth and Carman's. Of course. I'll be here. Elsa Snowden. Snow-den. Yes. Thank you."
A hand squeezed her shoulder, Elsa looked over her shoulder. Anna was standing there, smiling sympathetically. The blonde couldn't help, but smile in response. Elsa watched Anna taking out of her pocket a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Smoking up, Anna felt a hand on her wrist. Elsa took one cigarette from her pack and leaning closer to her, smoked up from Anna's cigarette. Inhaling, Elsa hold her breath for a few seconds and then released a puff of smoke through her nose.
"You didn't look like a smoking type."
"No one is from the first sight."
"Point taken." Anna laughed and took another inhale.
"I used to smoke, actually. Gave up." They heard footsteps.
"I'm so sorry, Els." Kristoff said, stopping by her left side.
"Don't worry about it. Are you okay? Not hurt?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Good." She took another inhale and looked at Tom, who stayed behind Kristoff.
"Tommy?" The man looked up at her. "You okay?"
"Elsa… I- I'll tell you everything I know, but I have some conditions."
"I'm listening."
"You'll put me and my wife in a Witness Security Program and I'll tell you everything I know." Elsa glansed at Kristoff, who only gave her a questioned look.