Late at night, Irena sat on her kitchen floor. Flicking through her papers, she sang a little song to herself with a smile on her face. There was so much information in front of her but she just couldn't decipher where to begin. Even for her, this was fantastically difficult. She was so unsure about it that she got to the point where she wanted to call for help – serious help. So she did. "Oh for goodness sake Irena it's really too early for this. What the hell do you want?" Moira sighed. Her voice was full of sleep which made it start cracking in places and it was irritating Irena already - she preferred Moira to be alert and awake.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Irena hummed. It was clear by her tone that she didn't actually care at all.

"Oh does it sound like I was asleep?" Moira hummed bitterly.

"Yeah, I know, terrible right," Irena muttered, putting down the papers in a distracted manner.

"Seriously Irena? Are you even listening to me?" Moira yelped.

"I can't lie – no. So listen, I need you to come over here as soon as possible," Irena started on a whole new topic. Moira stared at her phone in utter disbelief, as if it had come alive.

"At this time of night? Are you insane? Have you absolutely lost your mind?"

"Maybe! But regardless, I need your help, and I think it's with something that you'll be interested in," Irena tempted her slyly. Moira let out a sigh and Irena knew that she had done it.

"I'm going to need a dark chocolate latte, a soft plush pillow, and a stack of Rich Tea biscuits," she whispered before snappily hanging up the phone.

"That's what I thought," Irena breathed. She couldn't help but feel proud of herself. Around twenty minutes later, Irena was no closer to finding out what this big case was about and she was getting more and more irritable because of it. The harsh ring of her buzzer interrupted her messy thoughts, causing her to throw down the paper she was clutching and leap up to answer it. "Oh thanks for finally turning up!" Irena rolled her murky blue eyes once she had opened the door to see Moira, standing there in her long fluffy black coat and giant ink coloured hat. Moira stood there and stared at her in shock as Irena turned around and continued to walk through the hallway and into the living room.

"Oh DON'T take that attitude with me! Whose fault is it that it's 3 in the morning and we're about to open a secret case? Where the hell did you even find these – she's not even listening to me," she trailed off slowly, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. Irena had already gone straight back to the pile of mess, the stress of it getting to her head. "Oh Irena you are SUCH a little-"

"Moira, we could sit here and argue about what I am and what I'm not, but could we possibly save that for a different day?" Irena called out in a voice laced with boredom from where she sat in the other room. Moira clenched her jaw and slipped off her coat before walking to where her partner was. She froze once she saw the mess laid out on the floor.

"Oh you have got to be joking me Irena. You couldn't even tidy it up a little? You couldn't even attempt to make it look a little neater?" Moira spluttered. Irena looked up at her and shrugged, going back to her work. In reality, she completely forgot in the heat of the moment that Moira suffered from OCD. Irena could make sense of anything regardless of how it looked by the power of deduction whereas Moira preferred to do the quick thinking when it was all ordered out in front of her. It just made everything just that little bit easier.

"Apologies," she mumbled. Moira sighed. She didn't want to go anywhere near the mess, it was hurting her head just looking at the scattered papers, so she whipped out her sleek black cigarette holder, quickly placed the cigarette in it and gave it a swift light in the space of ten seconds. Irena looked up at her and felt the smile crawl onto her face. Moira was about to come up with a solution – she just waited for her to take the first smoke. Moira fluttered her heavily made up eyes shut as the thick swirls of smoke exited her mouth and fogged round her. She took a deep breath and spoke.

"Where did you get these papers from?"

"Anderson," Irena answered immediately.

"Anderson gave you these papers? What, in a binder?" Moira frowned whilst taking another breath of smoke.

"No, he gave me the USB, I printed them all off." Moira rolled her eyes and exhaled, going over to the iMac in the corner of the room that the USB was still sticking out of.

"You love to do things differently don't you? You couldn't just open the folders via PC, the normal way," she sighed as she settled herself down in the chair next to the desk.

"I prefer to have the papers in front of me Moira. Come on, you know this," Irena grumbled, pushing her thick black hair from sticking to the sweat on her face. She was clearly stressing out but had kept her composure as she did.

"You just love being your dad, admit it," Moira tutted. Irena didn't say anything because actually, that wasn't in any way true. She hated being like him.

"Have you found anything?" she asked instead. Moira was already halfway through looking at the files on the computer.

"I'm looking."

"And what's so good about having it all on a screen anyway?" Irena challenged her whilst putting down the twelfth piece of paper that hour.

"The fact that they're all in folders make it that much easier to get what you were looking for," Moira explained with a hint of obviousness in her voice. Irena hopped up and stood behind her as they both looked at the files on the screen. "You see? This folder is called 'Mission Brief', so we can open that-" Irena peered at the screen, seeing that something wasn't right.

Top secret mission, nobody is meant to know. But Anderson had it, out of all the people. Why Anderson? How did it fall into his hands? Why is this not encrypted? Even if it was and he broke it, why doesn't the encryption come back every time it's put in a new computer? What am I missing? What's…

"Wait, Irena, do you have the page titled Mission Brief printed out somewhere? This one isn't loading fast enough," Moira frowned in frustration as she put out her cigarette onto the table and clicked the document again and again but to no avail. Irena rushed over to the heap of papers on the floor and rummaged through them, her mind running at thirty thoughts per second as paper flew out of her hands and into the air.

"No, no, no," she hissed exasperatedly. "I can't find it! I don't even remember-" Moira could sense she was panicking.

"Irena! Pop one and calm down," she whispered as smoothly as she could. Irena reached into her back pocket and yanked out the thin foil strip, popping the circular pill straight out into the palm of her shaking hand and shoving it into her mouth, swallowing it and squeezing her eyes shut, waiting a few seconds.

Suddenly, everything was clear.

Did I ever read it in the first place? No, the file wouldn't open then either so I couldn't print it out. Everything else but that one opened. That's why it didn't make sense, the objective was the only thing missing. But why would every file open apart from…

Irena immediately went pale and spun around.

"MOIRA, STOP TRYING TO OPEN THE FILE, IT'S A-"

Gunshots.

Multiple gunshots rang around them, smashing the apartment windows and going straight for the girls.

And THIS is why I prefer printed information.

A/N: So sorry this took so long. I am really loving this so far, so I'm excited to see where it goes. Sending love to you all