A/N- Okay so my computer got a bug and I just now got it fixed. I swear no more problems. This might be a short chapter just to get back into everything. I have forgotten what happened in the beginning of the ff so I am going to go back and read it again. So without further ado I present the next chapter.
"Christel DeVries Buckingham will you… move in with me." G finished holding out a key to what I assumed was his house. I sat there for a minute relaxing every nerve in my body. It was not what he asked me that got me worked up, it was the way he asked me. I was not expecting that question to come out of his mouth that moment but something more interesting and nerve-racking. He was still looking at me when I finally calmed down.
"Uhh well I mean yes oh god yes. But only if we can get a real bed, ohh and maybe some furniture, but not too much just a couch and a really nice TV ohh and a gun case cause my guns don't need to be in storage anymore. Ohh and we need to tell everyone on the team except Hetty." I said finishing my speech.
"Umm okay to the bed and semi okay to the furniture but no to the telling everyone. It's too risky and if someone outside the circle of trust tells we are going to be in a lot of fucking trouble" G said looking more relieved.
"Yeah but if one of them stops by to visit and my shit is at your house what are they gunna say."
"You have a point, I suppose it can't hurt anything to terribly badly, fine" G said giving in.
"Aww thanks, while we're at it can we have an interior decorator" I said smiling up at him.
"No" he said getting up and grabbing his stuff "look I gotta go but I'll be back with breakfast kay."
"I love you." I said smiling as he walked out.