"Really, Jack, there are more appropriate places to conduct such activities than on the kitchen floor."
Sue felt Jack stiffen, and then relax. Following his gaze to the doorway behind them, she was surprised to see Myles standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe.
"You can relax. The threat has been effaced," he remarked, pushing away from the wall. "Are you both unharmed?"
Jack returned his attention to Sue, lifting himself off of her and helping her sit up. "I didn't hurt you when I dragged you down did I?" His hands began an inventory of her body before he finished the question, running over still-sensitive skin.
"Jack, I'm fine," she assured him, pushing at his hands and straightening her shirt which was still in disarray from their earlier activities. "Myles," she questioned, "what did you say? What about the threat? I didn't get that last word."
"Oh, SORRY," he replied with a slight grimace, offering his hand to help her stand. "It's enough to say there is no more threat. The others are taking care of everything outside. When all the details are wrapped up, we're meeting here for the debriefing," he stated, including Jack in the conversation.
"Cutting it kind of close there, weren't you Myles? What if we had been outside?"
"Then I'm sure you wouldn't have been otherwise occupied and would have answered your phone," the taller agent replied dryly. "And had you answered said phone, you would have known that we had followed Chief Barnett here and were simply waiting for him to show his hand. You were never in any real danger," he assured them. "And now that the message has been delivered, I'll return to my duties and let you, ah, return to your, uhhh...!"
"Lunch, Myles. It's called lunch," Jack prompted with a pointed look.
"Oh, is that what it's called now?" Myles countered with the raise of an eyebrow. "Gives a whole new meaning to the lunch hour," doesn't it?" he spouted before leaving the duo alone.