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[Post Finale] ... whoo
What to do?, Tightlipped
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Amsterdam had been a nightmare.

Between 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.

Running, being shot at and boat jumping, not to mention the part where she'd hunted a known terrorist down on her own and pretty much convinced him to go kill his own father... it had left her exhausted. By the time the plane landed back in DC, she wanted nothing more than to sink into a hot bath and sleep for twenty-four straight hours.

Thankfully, she knew someone with an exquisite bathtub. And even better? That person would have been furious if she hadn't gone to see him first.

So, it was with no small amount of pleasure that Annie took her bruised and battered body over to Clayton Webb's house at five in the morning and knocked.

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Clay would have taken Annie home without thinking twice. All she really had to do was ask.

"You're welcome. You know I'm always available when you need me." Then he mentioned the one thing she probably needed more than him, "There's plenty of coffee."

Oh. That sound was Annie sighing as the word 'coffee' entered her subconscious and filtered through her brain.

"You are my favorite person in the world, I thought you should know," she told him as she passed him by, practically prowling the kitchen in her attempt to find a cup and not drink it all straight from the pot.

Clay smiled. He still knew Annie's weak spots. Coffee was probably the biggest one.

"There's plenty in the pot. Enjoy." With that, he kissed her one more time then headed to Langley.

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