[Post Finale] ... whoo

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Amsterdam had been a nightmareBetween finding the tracker that they'd dug out of Eyal's thigh to actually planning to be beaten up in public in order to land herself in the Embassy's infirmary, Annie was fairly certain that she, Auggie and Eyal had really only managed to survive the ordeal by the skin of their teeth

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Annie did enjoy that, possibly more than anyone really had the right to, she figured. It wasn't until her phone buzzed to let her know that her taxi had arrived that she rinsed the cup, set it in the sink, and grabbed her purse and bag.

Once home, she immediately sorted her clothes and started laundry, then took a shower and crawled into bed. It was going to be the kind of day where she just relaxed.

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Clay's day at the office was surprisingly uneventful. Meeting after meeting then lunch and paperwork. Everything was really par for the course.

He swore he saw Henry Wilcox roaming the halls for what reason he had no idea, but the whole thing was unsettling. First his sentence was commuted, then he was back roaming Langley's halls. Not a good combination for anyone.

After he finished for the day, Clay went back to his apartment and packed his overnight bag, just incase Annie asked him to stay the night. Then he picked up dinner and called Annie before he headed over to her house.

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Annie glanced at her phone as she pulled into the parking lot of Vesta, the same diner where Jai had died and where she'd almost been blown up, too. Why she'd been summoned there again, she didn't know, but now that Clay was calling her, she was a little torn.

"Hey," she said as she answered it, "I'm gonna be a few minutes late. Just had an errand to run."

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Webb didn't know what errand was so important that Annie had to do it looking the way she did or while she was in as much pain as she was. But he wasn't going to push the issue. He wasn't sure he had a right to ask for more detail considering they hadn't really decided on what this relationship was going to be.

"Okay. I'll wait." He just hoped that she didn't take too long. Dinner would get cold.

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The meeting with Henry didn't take long at all; less than ten minutes later, she was on her way back home, her curiosity getting the better of her. There was a very good reason that she hadn't told Clay the reason for her errand - if he'd known she was having a secret meeting with Henry Wilcox, he would have committed a capital crime.

Once she got home, she made sure the file was tucked away in her bag, and she gave him a big smile. "Sorry about that." No explanations, no extra words. "I'm glad you're here.

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And that's what made Webb realize something was going on, "Is everything okay?"

Whatever that errand was, it was more than just an errand.

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She'd tried the lack of explanations and wasn't too surprised it hadn't worked. He was a spy, he was naturally suspicious.

"Of course," she said, hanging her bag up. "Danielle needed something for the house notarized, so I told her I'd get it done for her here, rather than all the scanning, faxing and overnighting that it'd be otherwise. No big deal, I just took a little longer getting ready than I thought I would."

As if to emphasize this, she winced.

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Clay didn't believe her, not for a second. But this was going to be their relationship. He couldn't share everything with her and she couldn't share everything with him. He wasn't going to push it. If Annie needed to tell him, she would when she could, if she could. The best solution was to change the subject.

"I decided on Thai...I hope that's okay."

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Well, the wince was real enough.

"That sounds incredible, actually. I'm starving," she told him. "I haven't really eaten today. I just slept through. It was one of those kinds of days." Reaching for plates, she handed him one, then followed it up with a fork. "How was your day, honey?"

She smiled, trying to make it as domestic sounding as possible.

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Clay chuckled as he unpacked the bag of take out from his favorite place. The same place he met her near when she was running from the spy museum. Then he opened a bottle of wine and settled into a chair around Annie's table.

"It was fairly run of the mill until I saw Henry Wilcox in the hall. He still bothers me."

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"Henry Wilcox?" Annie looked up from her plate with a confused expression. "What's he doing at Langley?"

The confusion was real, but the pause had been unintentional. She knew just how much - well, maybe not just how much - Henry bothered Clay, and she ignored the guilt spiking in her stomach.

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"I assume he went to Jai's Declassification ceremony. Why he stayed so long afterword is beyond me."

Clay poured the wine and started on his meal, "Out of prison and at Langley already. It's unsettling."

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Annie had gone to the ceremony, too, but that wasn't what was bothering her. She shook her head.

"You'd think that would have been part of commuting his sentence - staying away from the Agency and everyone in it."

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"We can't be that lucky."

Wilcox, as far as Clay was concerned, was bad news. The fact that he got off of a treason charge scott free made things worse. The man still had connections.

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"Someone should really do something about him."

It won't be Annie, unfortunately. For the time being, she has to play nice with Mr. Wilcox, if only to find out what his endgame is. It won't be the first time, or the last, that she's played with evil. It will be the first time that she's played with evil directly connected to Clay, and she doesn't want to talk about it with him. She knows what he'll say.

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Clay took another sip of his wine, "I hope Arthur gets a chance."

It was really all he wanted to say on the subject of Henry Wilcox. Tonight wasn't really about him, it was about them.

"How's the food?"