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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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To be fair, normally Annie fell asleep on his couch in under a half hour and usually on Sunday mornings while he was there. Clearly, the thing the couches had in common was him.

His words made her blink awake and she looked around, surprised to see the DVD screensaver up. "Yeah."

Clearing her throat, she pushed herself to a sitting, then standing, position. A flick of the remote and the TV went off, and she reached for him to tug him along to bed. Once there, she let go of him to crawl into her spot and curled up on the pillow. As soon as he laid down next to her, she was going to use him as a pillow.

Clay tried to wake up enough to get ready for bed and succeeded by just a little bit. Then he followed Annie's lead and got into bed on his side. He was fully prepared to be used as a pillow.

He was glad for the quiet night in, since it seemed like something Annie needed after the last few months of excitement.

Annie's life was a constant roller coaster it seemed and a quiet night in was just the start of what she needed. Really.

She rolled against him the moment he crawled into her bed and took a deep breath before sighing deeply. "Thanks for dinner," she murmured. "It was really good."

It was really all she got out before she fell back to sleep.

"Goodnight Annie."

Clay hoped she heard him before going back to sleep. The 'thanks for dinner' wasn't really needed but he appreciated it anyway. Annie didn't really have to thank him for much of anything as far as he was concerned.

He wasn't too far behind Annie as far as sleep was concerned and was snoring minutes after Annie was asleep.

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