- I Never Told You -

Note: This story is inspired by the movie This Means War. I hold no rights to the plot, the characters, etc. The only rights I own are that of Willow Marx and other made up characters that did not appear in the film. This story will be based off of the movie line but will also have my own plot twisted in as well.

.: Introduction :.

Today is the day. The day I've been dreading. My birthday. Wow… that sounded remarkably depressing. Please, let me explain, my name is Willow Marx and I'm a Technical Analyst for the CIA and today is my twenty ninth birthday. Twenty nine! I'm only one short year away from turning thirty! I'm going to be turning thirty soon and I'm still single! No boyfriend, no husband, no kids… except my cat. I count her as my only child. My cute, furry and chubby child.

Oh dear god… I'm a single twenty nine year old crazy cat lady!

Ok… breathe... just remember, I've always said 'I love my cat more than people,' and 'who needs a man if I'm happy with the way my life is.' My mother, on the other hand, has a different idea. Ever since my twenty fifth birthday she has continually brought up marriage and children at every open opportunity. I try not to let it get to me too much though. I know she just wants me to be happy. But now that the big 3-0 is just around the corner it seems marriage and grandchildren are the only topics on her mind. It's really starting to become obnoxious.

Despite her pushing I always try to tell her that I'm happy with my life. I'm perfectly happy living in Los Angeles in my adorable apartment with only my chubby baby for company. I mean sure, I would like to meet that special someone, settle down and have a family. Just not right now. How many people can say they love what they do AND work for the CIA? My mom doesn't know the second part though… as far as she knows I'm just a simple secretary living the simple cookie cutter life. Talk about boring…

Not only do I love my job but I love the friends I've made from my job. Granted, I'm friends with almost everyone in the office, but I mean actual best friends. I guess you could call me a liar because I do have a man in my life. Two actually. These men need no introduction but I'll introduce you anyway.

The first is the ever so charming and deliciously attractive FDR Foster. FDR is one of the funniest, craziest and honest people I know. Of course, I didn't think that at first. Let's face it, I may love the guy to death, but you'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to see that he's a huge flirt, a bit of an airhead at times and a womanizer. He can sure make a girl laugh though. It makes our relationship an interesting one. Since we both share a similar perverted sense of humor we flirt constantly. Especially in the office. The flirting is 100% harmless and simply just for fun purposes only. Unfortunately, the rest of the office doesn't seem to think so. Rumors of FDR and I 'hooking up' are everywhere. Someone even told me there was a rumor about FDR and I having sex in the men's bathroom stall. My pants down around my ankles and both of us just going to town. Please, I'm a lady. A skirt is so much easier.

Then there's Tuck Hansen. Tuck is by far the sweetest, reliable and most adorable man I have ever met. Not to mention he has one of the sexiest accents I have ever heard in my life. A true gentleman. Don't let his sweet persona fool you. The guy knows how to fight. Seriously. I swear if he wasn't a CIA agent a professional fighter would be his next career of choice. Don't tell FDR… but I think I have a closer relationship with Tuck. He's always been there for me just as I've always been there for him. We're best friends.

That's it.

Absolutely nothing else.

…Alright, I lied again…

Tuck and I are best friends. We've known each other for four years and have become quite close. But for the past year we've become best friends… with benefits.