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 were bruises all across her back where she'd been kicked and it at least explained the bruising above her eye and along her cheekbone. The ones along her body still looked pretty ugly for what she'd taken, though they hadn't done any real damage.
"I was hoping to take advantage of your bathtub."
That's when he took a look at what injuries he could see. All of that had to hurt, and he hadn't seen what's under her clothes.
"I'll go clean it..."
Lifting her bag, she headed for his bedroom and, once there, she undressed slowly and folded her clothes up. Setting them on the bag, she lifted a shirt from his top drawer like she lived there and held it over her front as she walked into the bathroom.
The fact that it was just after five and she woke him up wasn't lost on her, so she watched him with a fond expression from the doorway for a moment before she said quietly, "Thank you."
He finished scrubbing the bathtub for Annie and started to fill it adding those bath salts she liked.
"You're welcome. But, I'm going to need it at 6:30."
"If I fall asleep, just yell. I'll get out."
Clay doubted he'd be able to go back to sleep but he could spend the next hour just trying to relax and figuring out just where he stood in terms of Annie and their relationship.
Then she fell asleep.
At 6:45, Annie wasn't out of the tub, so he knocked on the bathroom door and went inside, there she was sound asleep. His bathtub and his couch, two things that were sure to put Annie to sleep.
"Come on Annie, I need the bathtub."
His voice startled her and she woke up with a start, then a groan, as her entire body protested the way in which she sat up so fast. "Right. Sorry. I'm up."
Moving more slowly, she stood, popped the drain, and reached for a towel. She'd need a shower when he was done, but she felt bad for not being out fifteen minutes earlier.
He took a fast shower and headed back to his bedroom to get dressed for the office, "You can stay as long as you'd like. I'll leave an extra key on the coffee table."
"I should really head home, unpack, take an actual shower..." She trailed off into a yawn. "Just in case Joan calls. I need to get some sleep and if I do it here, I'll be way too tempted to turn off my phone entirely."
She gave him a soft smile as she watched him head for his closet. She could afford the time it would take to watch him get dressed, right? Yes.
Annie was welcome to stay in his condo. Not much had changed since the last time she'd been here and she was one of the few people that he wasn't hiding anything from.
Clay got dressed like he usually did almost oblivious to Annie watching.
She averted her eyes as he neared the end and stepped into her shoes while clearing her throat. "Maybe you could come over for dinner tonight."
Annie was not the cook in this relationship.
"That'd be great. And as soon as you're done, just come on by. The kitchen'll be unlocked."