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Carmilla woke up from the smell of her favorite blueberry pancakes and freshly brewed coffee. Stretching and yawning soundly she got out of the bed, heading out to the kitchen.
She stopped in the kitchen’s doorway, watching her girlfriend of five months busying around the small room, making breakfast. Carmilla made her way over when the girl went back over to the stove to watch over the pancakes, and hugged her around the waist, face buried in long silky honey blonde hair.
“Mornin’.” Carmilla rasped, kissing her girlfriend’s temple.
“Morning, baby. It’s almost ready. Can you deal with coffee?” Carmilla hummed, gave her girl one more kiss and went to grab their mugs and fill them up.
“You’re staying in today?” Carmilla asked, pouring a generous amount of syrup onto her plate.
“No. Got a call from work. Some idiot got virus into the company’s network. Need to get there and deal with it.” The girl answered over a mouthful of pancakes.
“Can’t you do it from home?” And only half a year ago Carmilla would never find herself sounding so hopeful and just a tab bit needy. But everything had changed and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like the way her life turned out.
“Tried. Nothing. Something’s blocking me. I’ll need to directly connect to the server. I hope it won’t take long.”
The two continued eating and chatting. Carmilla sent her girlfriend off to get dressed and head out, the sooner she got to work and dealt with what was going on there, the sooner she’d be back and they’d be able to spend the rest of the day together.
“Got everything?” Carmilla asked, watching the blonde tying her shoos.
“Yep.” The girl smiled up at her, putting on her backpack with her laptop and other techno stuff. “I’ll try to get back soon.” She said, closing the space between her and Carmilla, encircling her neck and giving her deep loving kiss.
“If you keep this up those idiots are going to deal with this screw up themselves.” Carmilla mumbled against warm puffy lips. Her girlfriend giggled, gave her one last peck and left, closing the door behind her.
Carmilla sighed contently, and went to tide up the kitchen. She finished, filled her mug with the remains of coffee and went to the couch. She turned on the TV to wait for her laptop to boot. CNN came on.
“And now we have a special announcement by CIA and MI6.” That picked Carmilla’s interest and she pressed the volume button a few times. “This is a very dangerous hacker going by the name ‘Anglerfish’. Real name: Laura Hollis. Age twenty six. She’s been in hiding for the past seven months.” Carmilla felt her eyes gradually getting wider, her eyebrows creeping up into her hairline and her mouth falling open in shock. Suddenly the door went open and she jerked her head in the direction of the sound. In the doorway stood her sister Mattie, who lived in the apartment two doors down. Noticing the TV, she simply walked over, taking a sit by Carmilla.
“Came in to tell you about this.” She said and the two returned their attention back to the news.
“She’s convicted of breaking into and stealing twenty million pounds from several major British banks as well as hacking into the Pentagon systems and downloading important documents under the ‘TOP SECRET’ grief.” Mattie and Carmilla quickly glanced at each other. “It’s also suspected that she once worked with the founder of the infamous website WikiLeaks, Mr. Julian Assange, who, in return, denies ever knowing Laura Hollis. If you think you saw this woman, please contact the CIA or MI6 hot line by the following numbers.”
Carmilla sat dumbstruck. That was just impossible. Her sweet dorky girlfriend was a CIA most wanted criminal? No. No-no-no. that can’t be true. This has to be a mistake. That could be another Laura Hollis… Who happened to have the same beautiful light brown eyes, honey blonde hair… plum rosy lips…
They heard the door opening and closing and then came the voice.
“Hey, baby, I’m back!” Laura walked into the living room, smiling. “Forgot my—” She trailed off when she saw her photo with a sign ‘CIA Most Wanted’ on the TV. Her eyes traveled to Carmilla and Mattie, who were looking at her with wide shocked eye.
Laura laughed nervously. “Erm… Oops?” She shrugged with a sheepish smile.
Still in shock, Mattie said: “How the fuck are you CIA Most Wanted when you trip over your own feet?”