Friend or Foe
Disclaimer; Don't own any of the Burn Notice people, but love them all.
I look in my rear view mirror, observing the car behind me; a black Yukon. A reasonable tailing vehicle. I test my assumption by taking a right turn. Sure enough, the Yukon follows. I re-rout, taking a left and another left until I hit the main road again. Still the Yukon is behind me. I reach for the glove box, pulling out a nine mil. I flick the safety off and set the gun gently on the passenger seat.
Taking my eyes off the road again to eye my follower, I see they'd turned a corner at some point. The Yukon was nowhere to be seen. My heart slows to a normal pace and I presse the gas pedal. My car rolls nicely into a parking spot, The 'Solitude' bobs up and down, anchored to the dock. With a smile on my face and sheer happiness in my heart I get out of the truck, and walk quickly to the boat. With caution I open the door, just in case he'd left and set the claymores. The door swings wide, and I smirk as I catch a glimpse of his backside standing in the bedroom area. "He's up." I smile and put the food from the restaurant on the table. Victor turns his head, and with no emotional change awknowledges my presence. "Aw no smile?" I complain moving toward him.
"Where were you." His tone of accusation is concerning.
"I told you. I went to get you breakfast." I point to the bag of take-out on the table. "That's all I did." I shift my gaze between both of his eyes. His shoulder muscles tense as I take a step closer. "Is it a crime to leave?" I ask pulling my face away from him to see his expression. Still unchanged.
"If you wanted to get me a special breakfast you could have woken me up."
"I thought It'd be more special if we ate here. Look I'm sorry if you're angry with me, but you could at least show a little appreciation."
"I never asked you go bring me breakfast." He says as if he'd never forgive me for my deed. "but thank you." his tone softens and I relax, but hesitate before placing my hands on his chest.
"Let me guess. You already ate." I assume, moving my hands up and around his neck.
"I was about to. Until I called you." He admits. "But I didn't because you said you were bringing food."
"Oh. Good. Eat while it's still hot." I gently kiss his lips and he sits down to open his packaged food.
As he pops the styrofoam box open he watches her. She pulls her shirt up and over her head, while walking to their bedroom.
"What are you doing." he asks. "You look fine."
"It's 100 degrees outside. I need something lighter." he watches as she unclasps her bra, and changes into a strapless. His admiration of her bare back distracts him from eating anything.
I roll my eyes, feeling his gaze from behind.
As she pulls her black halter top onto her body he looks away. "So. Today."
"What about today." He asks.
"What are we doing. Are we... stealing guns, taking innocent people hostage..." He glances up at me, about to put a piece of bacon into his mouth. "Or are we taking the day for ourselves."
"You're staying here while I take care of a bank situation."
"A bank situation... specify please?"
"Transfers. I'm moving our money to a new account." I stare at him, utterly confused.
"Something wrong with the account we have now?"
"It's just a precaution. To make sure no one can access it." I nod slowly.
"And I can't tag along why?"
"You can. I just didn't think it would interest you."
"Yeah, kind of boring. But what else do I really have to do?" I reach over and steal a piece of bacon from his plate and smirk as I put it in my mouth. "After will you go shopping with me?"
"Des..." I tilt my head and raise my left eyebrow.
"Just answer the question. No complaints. Will you. Or won't you."
"We don't have the money to be wasting on useless things."
"Relax, I earned the money I'm going to spend. And Clothes aren't useless." I pick up his empty plate and dispose of it. "I want to get you some new shirts. And I want you to be there." I look behind me, he slowly gets up from where he sat. "Come on." I pull apart the top button on his shirt and pull up his shirt collar. Holding on to the lapelles I bring my face closer to his. "You say you want a normal life. Normal couples shop together."
"A half hour." he grants.
"Good enough." I smile and kiss him. He reluctantly responds in-kind.