Author's Note: Apparently, I am willing to revisit this particular subject over and over again...


Are You Sure?

"Time to put all of this away," Frank said, and Nancy watched as he started packing away everything from their cover identities. The case was over, and they didn't need them, but somehow, she didn't want him to do it.

She crossed to his side, putting a hand on his arm. "Don't."

He frowned. "What are you—why wouldn't I? Case is done, and as much as we have... skirted the line a little while doing it, we've had that happen before, and we know how it ends."

"Not this time," she said, a part of her screaming not to do it and not to cross that line they'd been skirting—again—but she didn't want to keep putting on the brakes, didn't want to stop. If they were meant to stop, why were they always starting again?

"Nancy—"

"Kiss me."

He almost did, taking hold of her and leaning in close, but he pulled back at the last second. He searched her face, his own reflecting doubt. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said. That voice was quieter now, and she knew she didn't want to be afraid of this any longer. They couldn't lie to themselves and say it wasn't there, and she wasn't going to run from it again and chase the safety of something she took for granted half the time. That wasn't love, not real love.

This... This could be.