[FUTURE] ... an assignment

[freshoffthefarm]

After a gorgeous weekend spent getting married to the love of her life, followed by two weeks along the coast of Greece, Annie returned to work in the same mood that she'd spent those few weeks: utterly blissful

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[freshoffthefarm]

Annie's dreams consisted of dank Eastern European streets and bad art that she couldn't escape from. The color gray was featured in both in vast amounts and she tossed and turned quite a bit, though she never actually woke up.

It was a good thing that Annie didn't have anywhere to be the next morning because, when the alarm didn't go off for her, she found herself sleeping in until almost nine. When her eyes opened, she didn't feel like moving yet, so she lay there and just enjoyed her three-hundred count sheets and the sunlight coming through the sheer curtains.

[fakes_death]

Clay got up at his normal time, and deiced to let Annie sleep while he made coffee. This time though, he filled their insulated coffee pot, and brought two mugs upstairs, electing to enjoy the rest of the morning with his wife. He doubted Annie would have a problem with that.

When he noticed she was awake he looked away from the book he was reading briefly and smiled, "Morning."

[freshoffthefarm]

"Mmm," she said, a smile coming over her face when he greeted her. Reaching up, she pushed her hair out of her face and then ran her hand up his leg from his knee to his thigh. "What time is it?"

She loved that he was just there, waiting for her to wake up. His patience with her was astounding.

[fakes_death]

"About nine fifteen." Clay closed his book when she ran her hand up his leg, "I brought coffee up here."

[freshoffthefarm]

Annie groaned happily and pushed herself up to a sitting position and propped her pillows up so she could drink the coffee he'd brought. "I've told you before that you're the perfect man, right? Because you are."

[fakes_death]

"Oh, this was completely selfish. I didn't want to be alone and I wanted coffee."

[freshoffthefarm]

Annie gave him a Look and then yawned, covering her mouth. "Fine, you're a despicable human being with no thought to anyone else. Can I have some?"

She smiled at him sleepily.

[fakes_death]

"Sure."

He poured her a cup, and handed it over.

"I need to apologize to Danielle."

[freshoffthefarm]

Raising her eyebrows as she lifted the mug to her lips, she waited until she'd taken a drink and then nodded slowly.

"I wasn't going to say anything since, well..." She gave a shrug. "You're the boss. But I think you're right. What are you going to say to her?"

[fakes_death]

"Hi Danielle, it's Clay. I'm sorry for being a threatening ass. I know you won't tell anyone about your sister?"

He took a sip of his own coffee, "I really don't know. Probably that, just much more eloquent."

[freshoffthefarm]

"I know you were just doing your job, Clay, and really? If she thought about it, she would, too." Leaning over, she put her head on his shoulder. This was one of those reasons why work and families shouldn't mix. "Just be sincere and she'll understand."

Lifting her head again, she kissed his cheek and then went back to her coffee.

[fakes_death]

"I plan on it. She didn't deserve to have my bad day taken out on her. Then again, neither did you."

Everything seemed to be okay with them now, and the potential fight avoided.

[freshoffthefarm]

"I can handle your bad days. I wouldn't have married you otherwise." She smiled into her cup and added. "Besides, you've seen me on my bad days and I think we're even. Just... be nice to her this time."

[fakes_death]

"I promise. I'll be all sunshine and flowers for Danielle the whole time you're gone."

[freshoffthefarm]

"That's not what I mean," she said with a sigh. "Be realistic, but not vicious."

[fakes_death]

"I know. Your sister deserves to know what's really happening. And she's much too smart for Agency sugar coating. I will do what I can."

He just kept digging a bigger and bigger hole when it came to talking about Danielle and Annie's mission.