[CURRENTLY] ... working our hearts and minds out for the good of the country

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It had been a whirlwind of a return: first, Bluebonnet and all that had entailed. Then, seeing Eyal again, and all that had entailed. Getting in on the mission with Mossad, finding out about the watch they were after and figuring out how best to break into the bank

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Mark Sokol called his office on a double blind cell days ago to let him know that Annie's cell was empty after a rather spectacular jail break. Clay didn't coordinate it, but he had a very good idea of who had and it would be another item to add to the list of things he would be indebted to Auggie Anderson for.

The usual return procedures were implemented, though Clay hadn't expected Annie to get out of Blue Bonnet so quickly and then be thrust into a mission almost immediately after.

As he was leaving the office for the evening he spotted her little red Golf in it's parking space in the agents lot and had an idea. Fifteen minutes later he found himself getting off of the elevator in the DPD bearing a very tasty order of chicken parmesan.

"It's not quite the same as the one from the little place on the Eastern Shore, but it's close."

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That voice.

Lifting her head from her hands, the smile she gave him was big, brilliant and the one he'd probably been hoping to see. And though it came on the heels of two weeks in an underground Russian prison, Annie Walker was so happy to see both Clay and the Chicken Parmesan that she didn't hold back.

She hugged him tight, ignoring the soreness in her body and the fact that he was still hanging onto the bag of food. She was home, he was here and all was almost right in the world.

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His favorite Annie smile. Already.

Clay wrapped Annie in a tight hug, or as tight as he could considering he was still holding her dinner. She was home. Safe. He felt the tears in his eyes.

"I'm so happy you're safe."

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That was emotion in Clay's voice, she could hear it, and she pulled back just enough to look up at him. It wasn't often - if ever - he was that emotional and she tilted her head just a little, her expression softening.

Nodding, she spoke quietly, "Me, too. Auggie and Eyal Lavine mounted one hell of a rescue."

She reached up with one hand and cupped his face for a brief moment. "I'm home, Clay. It's okay, I'm okay."

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"It's not... it's really not something I'm sure I can talk about. Not yet. I still have to finish up my time at Bluebonnet and after that, we'll see. I don't know what they're classifying and--"

Annie sighed. "I miss you. I've missed you."

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"I didn't mean what they're classifying and not. I mean what happened to you. They're different things."

He smiled at her, a warm and inviting smile, "I've missed you too."

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Her smile faltered at his and she sighed again. "It's not pretty and..."

Annie swallowed, this time looking down at the space between them. "I know you know about Simon Fischer."

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"Few things are." It was spoken with 100% honesty on his part.

Clay leaned back on the couch, but was still facing Annie, fully aware that he wasn't going to like much, if anything she was going to tell him.

"Yes, I do."