Maggie's POV: 2 more weeks had passed, and I had to go back to work today. I didn't want to. But I had to. I spent the 3 weeks I had off navigating my relationship with OA. I woke up in his arms that morning, "You know you have to get out of bed right?" he told me. "I know," I say, sitting up and stretching. He eased himself out of bed, being careful with his shoulder. "I'll start the coffee," he told me as I went into the bathroom.

He had started to learn how to do things using one hand. I had gone to our regular coffee shop only once since was abducted. Ever since I hadn't gone. Tiff and Scola probably have though. But I haven't. I had got coffee from the grocery store since I had a coffee pot that I hadn't even used. I took my shower and dressed in a blouse and jeans. Jeans were the only pants that I wore. I pretty much lived in them.

When I walked out of the bathroom after getting ready, I went into the kitchen. "Hmm, since when did you decide to make breakfast as well?" I chuckle. "Well, I'd do anything for you, babe," he smiled, kissing me. "So, we need to talk about telling Tiff and Scola," I say. "That we do," he sighed, as he flipped the eggs in the pan. I looked at the time on my watch. It was 5:15. "How do we tell them?" I ask. "Well, we can do the simple way. Which is telling them face to face," he said.

"But where though. At the bar or 26 Fed in the conference room?" I add. "I mean, it doesn't matter," he says. "We'll tell them when you get back, does that work for you?" I tell him. "Yeah," he says, switching the eggs to a plate. I poured my cup of coffee and took a sip. He handed me my plate of eggs, and he took his. "You better get going," he chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. "I know, I'll see you tonight," I tell him, taking the last drink of my coffee and kissing him.

"See you later. Be careful, it snowed again last night," he told me. "I always am careful babe, I love you," I say, pulling on my parka. "I love you too," he said. I put on my beanie and grabbed my FBI creds, badge, wallet, and car keys. It was a cold frigid day in February, once again. I arrived at 26 Fed 30 minutes later. I immediately dug into finishing my paperwork from when OA was abducted. It should've been in last week, but Isobel pushed my deadline. I met my new partner until OA returned, Art Perkins. I knew this partner I had was only temporary. But we were all dying for OA to be back.

But we knew he had to recover, and I was helping him do that. I hoped that OA would do okay by himself today at my place. The doctor hadn't told us to follow up with him. So we didn't have to drive out in the cold New York weather for an appointment. The work day was slow, it was mainly filled with paperwork. OA messaged me a few times here and there. Asked me where a few things were, I chuckled a little.

Towards the end of the day, I headed back home. I was done with the paperwork. Isobel had let us go home earlier. I walked through the front door to find OA on the couch. He looked over his shoulder at me. "Hey, you're home early," he said. "Isobel let us go earlier, I didn't argue," I say, hanging up my parka and putting my things on the side table.

He lifted the blanket that he had on him and I sat down next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. "There were no questions from anyone?" he asked me. "No, they asked how you were. But nothing about us," I say, trying to stifle a yawn. "Mags, if you're tired. You can go to bed," he told me. "But what about dinner?" I tell him. "I can make myself a sandwich or something. You need to get rest," he tells me.

I yawn. "Ok, you win the battle," I say, getting up. I turn back and kiss him softly. "Love you," I yawn, again. "I love you too, get some rest," he tells me, pushing a strand of my hair out of my face. I walk into the bedroom and the closet. I pull OA's army shirt that I had off its hanger and go into the bathroom. I wipe off the little makeup I had on my face and change into his shirt. I lift the comforter off my made bed and climb in. As my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. I didn't even acknowledge OA climbing in bed an hour or so later. All I knew was that I was exhausted, from just a paperwork day.

But I would have to do it all over again tomorrow. After being out for 3 weeks, I was waking up later in the day. I would have to get back in the groove of early mornings, and coffee. But I had a good support system.