A/N: This is the fic I've been trying to write for longer than any other of my CA stories. It finally decided it was ready for dictation tonight while I was trying to go to bed. I hope you like it. Before I let you go, I just wanted to say thanks for all the wonderfully gratifying responses I've gotten from my other CA stories. It's been great.
Time After Time
The first time they saw each other, he smiled and she forgot what she'd been saying. She asked around and typed his name into the agency database. When her eye caught on his marital status, the instinctual walls reinforced by experience sprung up before she could register the need.
The second time they met, they were married and ordered to finish the mission if it was the last thing they ever did. When the situation required a quick cover, he pulled her into a kiss without thinking and she didn't resist. Neither noticed when the guard turned away.
The third time their eyes met, it was across speeding bullets and they both knew what to do. He threw his gun and she fired it.
The next day, he brought her coffee and she gave him the file. When their hands touched, she pulled away and he pretended not to notice.
The week after, she couldn't ignore the excuse he made to get her to have dinner. She ordered the salmon. He had the rib eye rare.
The next time their bosses saw it fit for them to work together, he asked her to dance and she followed his lead and struggled to remember to look for the assassin.
The day his divorce became final, he offered her a ride and they parked in front of her building. They were late swiping their IDs the next morning.
The day he was promoted, she said goodbye and he kissed her. She tried again and he pulled out a ring.
The month after his last field assignment with her, she got a letter from the boss and he told her congratulations. She worried it was because of him and he reminded her what was in the vault. She accepted the new job.
The thousandth time their eyes met, they said, "I do," and they swiped their IDs two weeks later.
The next year, she called him a liar and he called her a spy. He slept on the couch and she hugged a pillow.
The year after that, she accused him of cheating and he called her paranoid.
The next month, she found proof and he pulled away from her touch.
The next day, she pulled him into a kiss and he didn't resist. She told him the truth and they were late swiping their IDs the next morning.
A/N: There we go, my first official drama/romance. Tell me, should I stick with humor? Feedback is, as usual, always welcome and definitely encouraged.
