"I swear when we get back in there, I'm most certainly firing Denver," Irena told Moira as they speedily returned to the office. Moira smirked and held open the glass door for her.

"After you m'lady," she bowed slightly.

"Why thank you," Irena hummed back, sashaying into the room. They noticed everyone beginning to pack away for the day, hustling and bustling together in both excitement and relief. Denver, who was bending over the computer screen whilst squinting his eyes, glanced up at the sound of the opening door.

"How was it, ladies?" he called out.

"It was good, yeah, nearly died, Moira made the chick faint, you know the usual," Irena replied in a grumble, sitting back down in her black leather swivel chair. Moira let out a little chuckle and logged into her own Mac opposite Irena.

"Great, great, that's fantastic news. We sent the 'clean ups' to go and finish the job for you, and to take care of any mess you've made," Denver muttered back. He still hadn't looked up from his computer screen properly.

"Oh thanks for that, can't have the carpets getting stained," Irena rolled her eyes unenthusiastically. Moira glanced up and caught her eye with a little smirk again. "Denver, is there anything else for us to do or can we actually go now?" Denver finally stood up straight and turned off his Mac.

"No that's it, you can leave. Thank you for what you did, though. I know how last minute it was of me to call you." Moira stood up as well, zipping up her large black fur jacket.

"May I ask, what are we planning to do about Vixen?" she questioned whilst Irena stood up also. Denver turned to her and frowned, the elderly lines deepening in his head.

"Oh Irena, you should know by now that I don't directly deal with anything to do with Vixen. I prefer not to get my hands dirty," he tutted rather politely. Irena and Moira glanced at each other and raised a sceptical eyebrow, Irena's even higher than Moira's.

"I'm not Irena," Moira broke it down slowly. Denver did a double take, his grey eyebrows now furrowing into each other till they became one.

"Ah…I could've sworn-"

"We don't even look distantly similar…" Irena trailed off helplessly. Moira just raised her hand in front of her, signalling for her to stop talking because there really was no point.

"Oh I almost forgot, Sam came in a second ago," Denver moved on, doing up his dark chocolate coloured suede jacket swiftly. Moira rolled her heavily made up eyes but Irena was certainly interested.

"Sam Anderson? He actually came back from his little hiatus? Wasn't expecting that!" she scoffed. Denver laughed lightly and led them outside the office, through the white washed hallways and into the steel lifts to take them downstairs.

"Yes the Sam Anderson himself," he said. Moira took out another cigarette and placed it in the sleek black holder in one swift movement. "Personally I don't understand how he even made it through these front door in the first place."

…

Irena whacked her fists on the door that led to the room she knew Sam was in, unable to contain her irritation. "Alright, ALRIGHT! I SAID ALRIGHT, I'M COMING!" he yelled back. She took a step back and waited patiently for him to answer. Eventually, the door swung open and a tired, irritated looking Anderson stood there. When he saw Irena he rolled his eyes and looked like he was about to slam it shut again, but Irena wedged her foot between the door and the door frame so he couldn't.

"Don't try it Anderson, let me in right now," she hissed through the small crack in the door. Anderson cocked an eyebrow up and gave a nervous chuckle.

"Why are you in such a fantastic mood today?" he blinked, opening the door for her so she could walk through.

"Oh for gods sake Anderson I'm not in a fantastic mood as sarcastic as that was, I am just shocked that you had the pure cheek and audacity to take a break from SLATE when it suited you, therefore resulting in leaving Moira and myself to clean up after your mess that you made that never even touched!" Irena snapped. She slammed herself down on the soft armchair closest to her and threw her head back dramatically. Anderson just sighed and followed her in.

"Well you're certainly not the happiest I've seen you. And I didn't really take a break, it was more a holiday to find myself-" He stopped after seeing Irena scowl at him. "And besisdes it's not only me! There are two others in this team you know!"

"Yes because Luther's certainly going to help, and the other nutter – not a chance! Lecter wouldn't even try." Irena rolled her eyes again. "And anyway, what were you doing all this time? Have you actually found yourself yet or are you still not too sure who you are?" Anderson rolled his own eyes this time and sat down opposite her with an extremely sceptical look on his face. "Anderson. I don't know why you're treating this like it wasn't a serious issue-"

"Well it wasn't."

"Anderson, I need all the information that you can give me about the issue at hand immediately!" Irena mumbled. Anderson sighed deeply and his eyes fluttered shut as he attempted to rack his brains and find an excuse.

"I don't know what you mean." Irena got up from her chair and walked over to him slowly, stopping right next to the chair and looking down at him. She blinked a few times before opening her mouth to speak some more.

"I think you do. I think you do know that I 'm clearly referring to the possible extinction of our company and everyone that works for it as we know it," she hissed threateningly. Sam let out a groan and covered his face with his hands.

"You are aware that the situation at hand is classified – meaning we're actually not meant to know?" he asked her seriously after moving his hands back away. Irena just stared at him.

"I don't care! I literally do not care! GIVE ME THE DAMN INFORMATION ANDERSON." Anderson sighed and chewed on his bottom lip.

"Fine. But promise me something," he finally muttered.

"What?" Irena breathed out.

"Don't try solving this case. It's too big for you, too dangerous and let's face it – too many chances for you to die. So don't do it, okay?" Anderson begged her, standing up and walking over to where he kept his USB sticks.

"Okay," Irena shrugged.

"I mean it Irena. Promise me," Anderson threatened. Irena groaned and threw back her head, bored of this all now. Anderson was still looking at her expectantly.

"I promise I won't try and solve this case," she lied.

A/N: OMG HI. WHAT'S UP? So I've forced myself back into writing, and I'm not even sorry. I'm honestly so excited to carry on this story and ARGH. Love to you all! Question is…Moira or Irena? Who do you prefer!

- J x