AN: Hey strangers. It's been too long. You guys must really hate me right now. Exams have been done for a while and I actually got all A's for the semester. Shocking, I know. And you Covert Suburbia readers, I'm working on the next chapter. So don't fret, I'll be done soon… hopefully. Anyways, this is going to be a two or three (looking like a two) shot. I hope that you all enjoy this little thing that has popped into my mind and taken root.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Covert Affairs, even after all this time

Smiling

"I can literally hear you smiling." That was the last thing she remembered from their little conversation. Hell, she didn't even remembered where she was going to. All she knew was that with each mile added onto the speedometer a chunk of her heart had been violently ripped out and was blown away in the wind that was whipping her hair back and forth, to and fro.

Damn her sister for unlocking what she knowingly kept locked away deep down in the back of her mind. Damn her cheating husband for screwing with her sister's life. Damn that anonymous girl for making her best friend leave her. Damn him for leaving her and for killing her plant. But most importantly damn herself for falling in love with him.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks: She was completely in love with him, her best friend. Her sister was right after all. She was in love with him and he left her for another woman. But after that tragedy, she still loved him.

All of a sudden a thought popped into her head, a crazy thought really. She had to tell him before her left for Africa. Even if he didn't love her back or even like her as more than a friend. She just had to tell him. To get it off her chest before it was too late.

She made a sharp U-turn on the abandoned road and raced into the opposite direction back to D.C. where she would confront him.

AN: I hope that you enjoyed that so very very small portion of this story.

As always

Remember to Smilew :),

Beccaboo.