#ashq

An “Just because it’s Valentine’s Day doesn’t mean we have a day off. We’ve got an undercover operation and it’s conveniently at a fancy restaurant.” AU 💫

Lost in Me is You: Eliza “Ash” Cohen/Monika “IQ” Weiss 

She can't breathe.

Or at least, she feels like she can't.

She feels like there is a vice that has snaked its way into her chest and is using all of its strength to squeeze the life out of her lungs.

Plus it's dark. Everything is pitch black. Its somehow dark but not. There's a dull rustling, almost as if she is listening to the world through a muted tube.

The rustling sounds frantic. Where is she? She can't move her arms, or her legs. Is she floating? She's not entirely sure. She somehow manages to count ten fingers and ten toes, but she still can't move. Why can't she move?

Then she smells it. The smoke. It's crippling. A burnt undertone that leaves a sharp sting against her nostrils.

The dull ringing, the rustling, the smoke; it's all so much and so little at the same time.

"She's alive but unresponsive."

The accented voice pierces through the highway collision of her awareness. It's French.

Who's voice is that? Is it Emmanuelle? No. It's much to deep to be Emmanuelle. Must be Gustave. Wait, where is she?

"Goddamnit Cohen!"

Everything goes mute again.

Of course ;^) Sorry it took me like a year to do this svghsgsghlb

It was their anniversary, and Eliza decided to try and do something special for Monika. She stood in the kitchen with a measuring cup in hand, reading and rereading the recipe she had on her tablet in front of her. Jordan sat behind her with a smug smile on his face, watching as she struggled to put the ingredients together. 

“Looks like you’re really having trouble there, ‘Liza,” Jordan teased. 

Eliza held up a finger and turned to glare at Jordan.

“How can an idiot that sets water on fire be a more capable chef?” Eliza was exasperated. 

“Hey, that was an experiment. Besides, chemistry is basically cooking,” Jordan responded. “Tell you what, I’ll take over and make everything extra special. In return, you owe me a little favor.” Jordan leaned forward with an innocent smile and Eliza sighed. 

“Deal.” She didn’t want to imagine what the “favor” could entail. She stepped aside as Jordan stood up, confidently making the preparations for an elaborate meal. She soon left him alone in the kitchen to prepare some other things. 

The sun had started setting as Eliza stood on the roof of the building, admiring her handiwork. In front of her was a nice table she had borrowed from the Russians along with a crisp, clean table cloth and meticulously polished silverware all laid out perfectly. A cool bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice nearby. The door to the roof opened and Monika peeked around the corner. The German’s eyes landed on Eliza and her elaborate setup and she let out a quiet gasp. Walking forward, she wrapped Eliza in a hug. “You did all this?” Monika asked, pulling away. 

Eliza smiled and pulled out a chair for the other. “There’s more.” 

Before Monika could ask what else there was, the door opened again and Jordan walked out, pushing a cart piled with two plates covered with shiny silver domes. He greeted the two of them and set the plates on the table before pulling off the dome. Monika stared at the food in amazement as Jordan recited his little explanation on what it was but Eliza didn’t pay much attention to it. Instead, she was focused on the wonder in Monika’s eyes. Jordan then opened the bottle of champagne and poured a couple glasses before slipping away with the cart. 

“You didn’t have to do this, I would have been fine with a nice movie on the couch!” Monika insisted. 

“Then I wouldn’t have been able to see the surprise on your face,” Eliza chuckled. No doubt Jordan interrogated Elias about Monika’s favorite dish. 

Monika let out a content sigh and picked up a glass of champagne, lifting it up. “To us.”