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Rex for a walk.”
“Sounds like fun.”
Yeah, Cyra never expected to be hanging out with her fiancé’s best buddy. How wrong was it that she was having a date with a man who she wasn’t marrying, while the one she was had to run out the door? What she wanted to do was be with Chris, alone and on the couch.
Oh well, this was the element of their jobs.
Yet, it still sucked.
“Dinner’s great , Cyra! This is amazing,” Tony declared.
Great. She impressed the wrong man…
Now that took skill.
* * *
It was a fairly easy flight and it went by relatively fast. Both Elizabeth and Ethan had spent it talking. From the minute they got out of his car, they were off duty. Their work phones were shut off and the personal ones that they used for family were the only way to reach them.
As far as they were concerned, they were off the grid when it came to work. This little romantic interlude was going to be about reconnecting to each other, and not the dead.
Grabbing their bags, they headed towards the rental car. Once inside, Ethan opted to let her drive. She was more familiar with the roads, especially now, after dark. He was pretty sure that it was like riding a bike. Besides, he liked watching his wife slipping back into her childhood environment.
“I called Doc and asked him to open the place up for us,” she stated. “I didn't think to ask him to grab us any supplies,” Elizabeth added. “He sounded a little distracted, so I didn't want to bother him.”
“We can stop,” he offered. “ I do believe that before we hit Salem there are a few convenient stores. We really only need coffee and creamer. We can go out tomorrow morning. I won’t die if I don’t eat when I roll right out of bed.”
She nodded , willing to do whatever he needed. “Okay, Ethan. If that’s what you want.”
For some reason, her giving him that blasé response made him angry.
He couldn’t take it anymore. “Please stop being so nice. It’s making me feel like I’m beyond repair.”
She glanced over at him quickly. “What?”
“I hate how you and Callen tip toe around me like I’m a wounded animal. I’m still the same Ethan. I’m not dead. I’m just trying to find my way back to you.”
She didn't know how to respond to his annoyance. Apparently, he had heard them talking, since he was spot on with his assessment.
“Sorry,” she replied, a little caught off guard.
“Let’s just head to the house.”
Elizabeth refused to say anything. She was caught between wanting to weep and wanting to rage in anger.
“Say it,” he stated.
“No.”
He stared out the window. “Then we’re never going to be fixed. I’ll never get back to where I need to be if I can’t rely on you to be my compass. I used to trust you to lead me when I was weak, but now I’m stuck to fend for myself.”
“That’s not fair,” she retorted, angrily. If anything, Elizabeth had been trying to do just that for the last few weeks. In fact, she had devoted every ounce of her energy to fixing Ethan.
There was nothing left inside her.
“Tell me how you feel, Elizabeth. Help me find my way back to us. This is why I wanted to go away. I want us to find each other once more.”
“This is new for me too, okay?” she snapped. Elizabeth didn't want to let the anger out, but she had to do it. The fury that she had swallowed for so long was destroying her. “I nearly lost you. I had to live it too, Ethan. I had to trust that I was smart enough, and good enough, to find you. I almost wasn’t.”
It sat between them.
“But you came through.”
“Yeah, but what if I was a little slower? I would have done the same thing Ares LaFay ultimately did. I would have willingly died, and even Callen knew it. He took my damn magazine from my gun, because he could tell I was that far gone. What the hell kind of mother, or partner for Callen, does that make me?
“Sounds like fun.”
Yeah, Cyra never expected to be hanging out with her fiancé’s best buddy. How wrong was it that she was having a date with a man who she wasn’t marrying, while the one she was had to run out the door? What she wanted to do was be with Chris, alone and on the couch.
Oh well, this was the element of their jobs.
Yet, it still sucked.
“Dinner’s great , Cyra! This is amazing,” Tony declared.
Great. She impressed the wrong man…
Now that took skill.
* * *
It was a fairly easy flight and it went by relatively fast. Both Elizabeth and Ethan had spent it talking. From the minute they got out of his car, they were off duty. Their work phones were shut off and the personal ones that they used for family were the only way to reach them.
As far as they were concerned, they were off the grid when it came to work. This little romantic interlude was going to be about reconnecting to each other, and not the dead.
Grabbing their bags, they headed towards the rental car. Once inside, Ethan opted to let her drive. She was more familiar with the roads, especially now, after dark. He was pretty sure that it was like riding a bike. Besides, he liked watching his wife slipping back into her childhood environment.
“I called Doc and asked him to open the place up for us,” she stated. “I didn't think to ask him to grab us any supplies,” Elizabeth added. “He sounded a little distracted, so I didn't want to bother him.”
“We can stop,” he offered. “ I do believe that before we hit Salem there are a few convenient stores. We really only need coffee and creamer. We can go out tomorrow morning. I won’t die if I don’t eat when I roll right out of bed.”
She nodded , willing to do whatever he needed. “Okay, Ethan. If that’s what you want.”
For some reason, her giving him that blasé response made him angry.
He couldn’t take it anymore. “Please stop being so nice. It’s making me feel like I’m beyond repair.”
She glanced over at him quickly. “What?”
“I hate how you and Callen tip toe around me like I’m a wounded animal. I’m still the same Ethan. I’m not dead. I’m just trying to find my way back to you.”
She didn't know how to respond to his annoyance. Apparently, he had heard them talking, since he was spot on with his assessment.
“Sorry,” she replied, a little caught off guard.
“Let’s just head to the house.”
Elizabeth refused to say anything. She was caught between wanting to weep and wanting to rage in anger.
“Say it,” he stated.
“No.”
He stared out the window. “Then we’re never going to be fixed. I’ll never get back to where I need to be if I can’t rely on you to be my compass. I used to trust you to lead me when I was weak, but now I’m stuck to fend for myself.”
“That’s not fair,” she retorted, angrily. If anything, Elizabeth had been trying to do just that for the last few weeks. In fact, she had devoted every ounce of her energy to fixing Ethan.
There was nothing left inside her.
“Tell me how you feel, Elizabeth. Help me find my way back to us. This is why I wanted to go away. I want us to find each other once more.”
“This is new for me too, okay?” she snapped. Elizabeth didn't want to let the anger out, but she had to do it. The fury that she had swallowed for so long was destroying her. “I nearly lost you. I had to live it too, Ethan. I had to trust that I was smart enough, and good enough, to find you. I almost wasn’t.”
It sat between them.
“But you came through.”
“Yeah, but what if I was a little slower? I would have done the same thing Ares LaFay ultimately did. I would have willingly died, and even Callen knew it. He took my damn magazine from my gun, because he could tell I was that far gone. What the hell kind of mother, or partner for Callen, does that make me?
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