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[Post Finale] ... whoo
What to do?, Tightlipped
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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There was someone knocking at his door at, he looked at his clock through one open eye, five AM. He still had an hour and a half before he had to get up for work and someone was knocking at his door. He highly doubted it was good news.

Saying that he was surprised to see Annie was an understatement since he still wasn't exactly sure where they stood in terms of their relationship. That didn't stop his smile as he opened the door.

"Welcome Home, Annie."

He hadn't pulled a gun on her, which meant that maybe - just maybe - he was getting used to her showing up at odd hours of the night.

That she was happy to see the smile on his face couldn't possibly have gone unnoticed as she stepped past him into his house, dropped her bag and turned to face him. Her own smile was a little shaky from all the tiredness and adrenaline, but it didn't stop her from stepping into his personal space and wrapping her arms around him.

He was warm from sleep and dressed in his pajamas and Annie thought he'd never looked better. It wouldn't be until he hugged her back that she'd wince. Yeah, bruises.

He was and he wasn't. If they'd dated consistently over the past few years he'd be beyond used to it now. At the moment though, he had get get re-used to it all.

Clay saw the exhaustion on her face when she hugged him, but it didn't stop him from hugging her back.

Annie made a small noise when he hugged her, then pulled back with a face, not really trying to hide the fact that it hurt. He'd find out sooner or later, and sooner was really better than later.

"Hey," she said with a small shrug. "I thought about going home, but I had a feeling you'd want to know how it went." She smiled a little more fully. "Everything's okay. We did it."

"And that hurt," he said quietly.

His smile didn't fade all that much though. Clay was still thrilled that Annie was home.

"I'm glad it worked out, for all three of you," the sentiment was completely genuine. "Though that sounded like whatever happened to you out there was pretty bad..."

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

As soon as Clay disappeared to his car, Annie swooped up the glasses, the wine and her bag and hurried to the guest house. The bag she dumped into her safe and was putting the cushion back when she saw him coming back around the corner, so she dipped into the bathroom as fast as she could.

"Glasses and wine are on the table," she called as she undressed. "And you can pick the movie."

Coming into the room dressed in her usual - yoga pants and tank top - she gave him a quick smile. "Don't worry, the Harvard shirt's still around. It's in the laundry, I wore it when I got back." As usual.

Clay refilled both glasses before selecting his favorite movie from her collection, Casablanca. The last time he watched it was with Annie about two years prior. He doubted she'd have any objection. Then he settled on the couch and made sure there was enough room for Annie to join him.

"You always do."

Edited at 2012-12-04 02:36 am (UTC)


Her expression softened because, as always, Clay knew. He always knew. He knew her better than she knew herself, as always. He was just an 'always' kind of guy - always with the suits, always with the car, and even always with the movie. She could have picked his choice while still in the bathroom, even though they hadn't watched it in a long time.

Taking the glass from him as she sat, she leaned against him and took a long drink. "Perfect choice."

"I figured you'd like it." And it wasn't something either of them would have to pay too much attention to if they got involved in talking or if they fell asleep.

Clay pressed play on the DVD player, then leaned back to enjoy his evening with Annie. It'd been a while since they'd done anything as simple as this and he needed it.

As if Annie's going to do a lot of talking once she gets settled next to Clay. With the good food, the interesting evening, the long day and the nice wine? She'll be lucky if she lasts twenty minutes, really.

Curled up against her favorite body pillow, his warmth and steady beating heart doing their best to lower her blood pressure and keep her calm, it doesn't even take that long before Annie's eyes start to droop. Seventeen minutes after the movie starts, her entire body relaxes enough to let him know that - if she's not asleep - she's damn near close.

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