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For Moneypenny Monday
Eve Moneypenny
Always sleek, polished and the epitome of sophisticated style. That’s what everyone at MI6 sees. After office hours - and the numerous overtime crisis - that’s when the heels come off.
The heels come off, oftentimes in the car, even before she makes it home.
At home Eve walks barefoot, her feet silent against the hardwood flooring. Once her front door is closed and the solenoid locks engage. She leaves her gun and holster on the coffee table. She knows she’s safe thanks to her good friend’s high-tech security system.
Off goes the pencil skirts, the crisp button ups, the push-up bra. The makeup and the thigh holsters. On with the Relaco shorts and a threadbare t-shirt. A glass of milk and McVitie’s.
Now and then, said good friend would come over after work, they’ll share Indian take-out and watch Doctor Who. They’d talk or listen to music or fall asleep on her couch, a worn afghan blanket draped over their feet.
Now and then, the urgent beeping from two phones would startle the two MI6 employees awake. Eve would be dressed and armed by the time Q would be elbows deep in code. With the former agent’s driving and Q subverting traffic while handling the crisis on his laptop, the duo’s prompt arrival to HQ was a testament to their seamless coordination.
Just another Monday morning at MI6.