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friendship-ditch · 21 days ago

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For you

(Kathryn Woodhouse x Fem!Reader) ✼

Summary: You and Kathryn take an agency-sponsored trip to France. As usual, it’s not quite what you bargained for.

Warnings/Notes: Guns/A little violence/Death, not graphic at all though.

Anyway Black Bag is out and I can’t get gifs yet but I certainly can write for Kathryn whom I adore.

Word Count: 2495

“Room 13.” The lobbyist handed you the thin plastic card. “Tenth floor.”

“Unlucky number.” Kathryn murmured lowly into your ear so only you could hear. The two of you walked away from the desk, through the grand, French lobby.

“That’s just a superstition.” You nudged her with your arm, not wanting to appear rude in case the lobbyist was still in earshot.

When the door opened, Kathryn set her bag down on the floor with a thump, the lighter one still slung over her shoulder. “Well, we’re going to need all the luck we can get.” She replied with distaste.

“I offered to book two rooms.”

“That’s a waste of money. We wouldn’t sleep apart.”

“No but it would cover our trail.”

Kathryn, upon noticing a man making his way toward the elevator, pressed her thumb a few times into the button to close the doors. They closed just in time and the elevator began to ascend. “Barely.”

“The agency wouldn’t send us anywhere that they knew would be super dangerous.”

“Maybe this is more dangerous than they thought.”

“Kathryn–”

“This is not a dangerous trip’ is code for: This is a fucking dangerous trip.”

“We’re allowed to enjoy the city though, aren’t we?” You hummed, locking an arm with hers. “I mean, how often do we go to France?”

Kathryn’s hand slipped down to your wrist. “We’ll see, darling. If–” the elevator doors opened as it arrived at the tenth floor. There was a group of people there, waiting. Not wanting to seem suspicious, Kathryn pulled you in for a quick kiss, then nudged you out of the elevator.

You arrived in your room and settled down.

2 days in France. The agency first presented it to the two of you as a gift, a thanks for your recent success in another mission, but as soon as Kathryn looked into it she became aware this was more than just a vacation. She pressed the higher ups with a hot iron pole until they gave in and admitted that, yes, there was a group of people in France they were after. They knew you two would find them one way or another.

You were given limited details, but that’s truly all was known. A group of British people with a bad plan. Neither you nor Kathryn spent much time debating on what the plan could be, you just prepared for the worst.

After unpacking, you sat down on the edge of the bed and reviewed the files you were given. Without much to go off of, you just hoped Kathryn’s sixth sense would kick in, or you’d get lucky. If all went well, you’d report back with the details to the agency and they’d send someone in to take care of it, but you had to be prepared either way in case things went wrong and you had to deal with them yourselves.

“I was told about a wonderful restaurant, you know.” Kathryn stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a silk robe as she dried her hair. “An ornate place down the street. Marble pillars, grand windows, food so overpriced, you’ll wonder if you even ate at all.”

Her eyes fell on the file. “What was it you said about enjoying the city?”

“Now I’m second guessing myself.” You admitted, setting the files down. Inside were a few pictures of the suspects, a letter citing how you found out about them, and what was assumed to be their next target. “What if these people are more dangerous than we thought?”

Kathryn squeezed her hair a few more times with the towel before folding it up. Her long locks fell like ink over her shoulders. “I didn’t mean to make you worry, y/n. All I meant is that we must never turn a blind eye.”

“I know. I’m just not much of a field agent, not like you.”

“We could shape you into one just fine.” Kathryn pulled you to her feet with a strong tug. Your head bumped into hers and she let her lips brush against you in the process. “Have some confidence in yourself. Or if not you, then in me.”

“I do trust you.”

“To save your life?” She released you and opened the dresser which now held her clothes. Pulling out a purple dress, she held it up to herself. You shrugged. She turned back and took out a black one instead. When you nodded, she dropped her robe to the floor and began to step into it. “I have no limits, you know. I would do anything for you.”

“Anything?” You found the zipper and began pulling it up her back, covering the toned skin. “Like what?”

Kathryn scoffed. “Anything you can think of.”

Your mind ran through various options. Kathryn was the bolder of the two of you. Though she appeared to act quickly without thinking, she actually already thought through everything and thus felt confident her plan would work. It was incredibly rare for her to be caught off guard. And her devotion… who needed a guard dog when you had her?

“Take a life?”

A low chuckle rumbled in her chest. She tilted her head so you could fix the back of her dress, then turned to face you, her fingers clutching your collar. “Yes.” Her lips met yours for a moment. “I would kill for you.”

“Would you?” Your heart stuttered at the depth of her words. You were partially joking when asked, and already knew the answer, but hearing it come from her nearly swept you off your feet.

“Without question.” Kathryn smirked, aware of your swooning. She reached out and nudged you as if expecting you to crumple from the lightest breeze. If you weren’t expecting it, you would’ve toppled. She studied you for a moment, made a sound of approval, then returned to the bathroom to do her makeup.

After getting ready, the two of you walked to the restaurant since it was close enough. Your arm rested around her waist, a firm grip as you leaned into her. It was easy enough to play the role of an affectionate couple. It took the attention away from her heavy purse.

“You didn’t… happen to bring us here because you think a certain target is going to show up, did you?” You murmured as the host brought you to your table. A nice spot with a view of the door; a candle, fake; and a large window to your right.

Kathryn sent you a look, then lifted her menu. “That sounds dangerous.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Black bag.”

“I’m going to limit how often you can say that.” You started to scan the menu as well. “Jesus, these prices…”

“Paid for by the agency.”

“Let’s splurge.”

You both exchanged an amused glance.

10 minutes of quiet chatting went by. You’d both received your entres and some wine when another couple came in and was sat beside you. A woman and a man, matching the descriptions of the files.

Neither you nor Kathryn visibly reacted but you nudged her ankle with the tip of your shoe just to make sure. Not that she wouldn’t know. It just reassured you to do so.

“How well is your french?” You prompted Kathryn once your meals came.

She cocked an eyebrow in amusement. “Shabby. Why?”

“We could see a movie later.”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t understand it.”

“So?” You laughed. “I’ve always wanted to see how theaters work in France. If not a movie, perhaps we could see a play.”

Kathryn chuckled. “Alright. We’ll see a play, for you, darling. But I’d like you to explain it to me afterwards.”

The couple beside you were talking in quiet French when the woman suddenly got up and went to the bathroom. Kathryn didn’t lift her head until she was gone, though this time she nudged your ankle. She waited a few moments, then set her fork down with a loud clatter.

“Excuse me… I don’t think my stomach has taken a liking to French cuisine.” Kathryn stood up quickly and pushed her chair in. She was sort of hunched over as she made a beeline for the bathroom.

You made no move to follow, though you did slip the earpiece in. A few moments later it connected and you could hear the voice of the woman who had been seated beside you, speaking choppy French, presumably over the phone.

The man at the table took no notice as you pulled out a planner and began taking notes, or in your case, secret translations.

Kathryn returned a few minutes later. “Sorry about that. I don’t know what happened.” She lied easily, sitting back down. Her eyes fell to her food which she nudged away.

“Do you want to leave?”

“No, no, finish your meal first. I’ll be alright.” Kathryn rested her chin in her hand as she watched you with affectionate eyes. “I don’t want to rush you.”

Taking the hint, you began to eat slower.

The two of you quietly chatted about plans for the next day, none of which you wrote down. You were still translating the words spoken into your ear.

“I’d like to buy a bottle of this wine too.” Kathryn added, tracing her finger around the rim. “To celebrate your promotion.”

“Wine… got it.” You scribbled something else down when the audio in your ear was suddenly cut off. You froze, then looked up at Kathryn. You couldn’t just look towards the bathroom, nor could you tell her. “Sure you’ll be able to handle the wine?” You finally teased. “Or will it just send you to the bathroom.”

Realization flooded Kathryn’s eyes and she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, don’t mention it, I already feel sick as it is.”

“I’m done. We can leave and find a play, if you’re up to it.”

“Mm… alright.”

You and Kathryn stood up and paid. As you approached the door, she suddenly stopped and grabbed her stomach.

“Go on outside, love.” She murmured. “I’ll be there in a moment.” She kissed your cheek, then began weaving through tables to reach the bathroom.

You did as told, going outside and sitting down on a bench.

It was then that you noticed the man leave the restaurant. He stepped outside, looked at you, put on a shady face, and turned down an alley.

It was almost too good to be true.

You silently stepped into the alley but found it empty. Slowly, you began looking around, but were caught off guard by the opening of a door.

The metal panel slammed into you and knocked you onto your bottom, dazing your mind. You fell hard and reached for your head. “Fuck.” The alley was spinning around you.

“Don’t move.” The man said in a biting British accent.

You couldn't see clearly, but you could make out his silhouette a few feet away, gun aimed at you. A gun. You’d brought a gun…

You frantically felt your pocket but found it empty, the weapon laying in some opaque shadow.

“Don’t move.” The man repeated coldly. “If you move, I’ll shoot.”

“I’m not–”

“Don’t speak.”

You shut your mouth, inhaling shakily. It was a long time since you’d been in a situation like this. You did not miss it.

“Who do you work for?” The man approached you.

“Classified.”

He raised the gun, finger on the trigger, and there was a boom.

But nothing ever hit you.

Instead, the man fell to the ground, blood splattered on the wall beside him. Behind him, stood Kathryn, icy eyes cold and flaming. She lowered her gun, then came over to you.

“Didn’t hurt you, did he?” Within an instant that terrifying gaze was gone from her face and she’d softened considerably. She slid an arm around you, brushing your hair out of your face, checking the bruise on your head. It was as if she didn’t kill a man at all.

“Is he…?” You rasped, still in shock. “You…”

“He’s dead.” Kathryn confirmed. She’d placed one hand over your heart and the other was still fixing your hair. Kathryn’s only giveaway of her anxiety was the constant need to fidget her fingers. With you, it was often playing with your hand or hair. “So is she. The agencies on their way here now. The officer who told me to come here is there now, handling everything.”

You nodded slowly. Your heart had slowed considerably beneath her palm but you were still shaking more than you’d like to admit.

“Let’s go back to the hotel.” Kathryn murmured as she helped you to your feet. “Sitting here won’t do you any good.”

Kathryn walked you back to the hotel. Upon arrival she sent a few more messages to the agency, made a phone call or two, then set her phone aside.

Just then there was a knock on the door. You’d settled down in a chair and flinched at the sound.

“Room service. I ordered wine.” Kathryn assured you before opening the door. Then she came over to you with a bottle and two glasses before taking your hand into hers. “Stand up, love.”

You quietly stood up. She kissed your forehead.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, they’re filthy.” She murmured, reaching to undo the buttons on your shirt when you stopped her by grabbing her wrist. Her eyes saw the worry in yours and she frowned. “What is it?”

“You killed him…”

“I did.”

“Don’t you… feel weird?”

Kathryn appeared dumbfounded for a moment, then she smiled a little. “Odd? Yes, a little. But guilty? Not at all.”

“Why not?”

She gently took your hands, pressing kisses to your scraped knuckles. “Because he was going to hurt you.” She lowered her voice. “I told you I would kill for you. I meant it.”

Finally, a weak smile graced your lips. You tried to lean into her for a hug but she shook her head.

“Bloody clothes come off first, please.” Kathryn ordered in such a ridiculous tone that you couldn’t help but laugh. You stood still as she undid the buttons on your dirt stained and blood riddled shirt, then she pulled you into her arms. “There…”

“You’re terrifying.” You murmured into her hair.

“Am I?”

“I love it.” Your words took a darker tone you weren’t quite expecting, but it revealed the second half of the truth. You were originally scared to admit what witnessing Kathryn’s devotion did to you apart from the shock but now it didn’t matter. She didn’t feel guilty. You shouldn't either. “I love you.”

Faint relief flooded Kathryn’s features and she laughed. With one hand, she guided you to the bed, the other cupping your cheek. She sat you down and kneeled down to reach for your shoes. There was a different look in her eyes now; something additional besides the care and affection. “Let’s finish getting you undressed, okay?” She murmured lowly.

You only nodded.

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