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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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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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