Lee grunted as he, Ragmop, and Leatherneck manoeuvred Amanda's new desk through the door of the Q-Bureau. It was the closest match they'd found to Lee's in storage. Once they put it down, they spent a moment catching their breaths. "Now you know why the Agency moved to the modern desks; they don't weigh nearly as much." Ragmop explained. "I'll go get Mrs. King's new chair."
Once they were alone, Lee pulled the box of supplies that he'd prepared. Harry had given him a pretty little desk lamp for Amanda. Francine, having just learned of Amanda's role in her rescue, had contributed a pretty little vase for the garden flowers she often brought in. Lee's gift was an engraved leather desk mat.
While Lee was setting this up, Leatherneck set about wiring a panic button into the edge of Amanda's new desk and setting up her phone. Lee had been surprised when Billy suggested it, and even more so when he included a requisition for another panic button in the vault. "This is Amanda. If anyone can find trouble inside a vault..." Lee had ruefully shaken his head. That was too close to the truth to be funny.
Lee wondered if Amanda realised how appreciated she was by her coworkers at the Agency. Leatherneck had come in at six a.m. to make sure all the wiring was done before Amanda arrived. And Ragtop had cleaned the grime of decades of neglect off the desk before they brought it up.
By ten-to-nine, Leatherneck had cleared out of the office and Lee swept the small cactus he'd sat on a few days ago onto Amanda's desk. He hoped she wouldn't notice the scratches that he'd suffered as he re-potted the thing.
Hurrying to his own desk, he opened the thickest file on his desk and pretended to be reading. Mrs. Marsden buzzed twice once Amanda was on her way up. Biting back a smile, Lee waited to see her reaction. "What's this?" Amanda asked, obviously delighted. Lee shrugged and came around the desk.
"After being attacked by your cactus the other day, I finally realised that the only way I'd ever have my desk back is if you had your own desk." He was quite pleased with his gruff explanation but Amanda wasn't fooled for a second.
"Thank you."
"Well, an agent-of-record should have her own desk." Lee muttered. Unbothered, Amanda leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, I love it!" Trust Amanda not to hold a grudge for his asinine behaviour. He hadn't thought she would.
"Come on, I'll show you all the bells and whistles."