While Webb went downstairs to find food for the two of them to nibble on in bed, Annie took the opportunity to go into the bathroom and strip out of the clothes she'd put on temporarily when they'd gotten home from the office.
Her breakdown had given her an incredible headache which the nap had only dulled slightly, so she took a painkiller from the medicine cabinet over the sink and then turned on the shower. Though it didn't always help, the water was a calming influence on her and she stepped into the warm water with a sigh.
She didn't stay in there long, just enough to wash her hair and let the water stream down over her shoulders to loosen the muscles. It was a place of reflection for her and as she thought back over why the intern's touch had sent her into such a panic, it wasn't hard to remember why - Yuriy's control at the end had been thorough. Why she'd thought she could handle such another deep cover assignment...
No, she knew why. Because she'd done one similar six years earlier.
One hand traveled over the scars in her chest lightly before she reached to turn the water off. It wasn't something she'd ever really discussed with Clay, though she'd had plenty of opportunity. She always figured he'd seen the reports and never said anything because he didn't want to know the details. In reality, she knew better: he wasn't the kind of man to pry into the details.
As she dried off with one of their fluffy towels, she came back into the bedroom with it tied around her body. She caught sight of him sitting there with a tray of various items from the kitchen and smiled tenderly before taking a t-shirt of his out of his drawer.
Dressed again, more or less, she crawled onto the bed on the other side of the tray and sat cross-legged.
"Looks good."