Okay, here's more everyone, sorry about the wait, holidays, ya know how it is. Thanks to everyone who replied!! Oh, and I forgot some stuff in the first chapter:

Disclaimer: Ya'll know the drill, I don't own any of it, I'm not lookin' to be sued by Rodriguez. Anyone ever wonder if he actually were to come in here and read my little story, and I hadn't written this, how he's gonna sue me anyway? Do they have ways of finding out who we are?

And I always put this, cuz I hate flames (who doesn't? And I was so pleased that even though I didn't put this, I didn't get any anyway for the first chapter): No flames please, though constructive criticism is welcome. And I'm upping this to R, simply because I don't think I can write Sands accurately under PG-13.

Alright, on with the story:

Chapter 2

"Just, um…" I heard her drop a suitcase onto the floor in the foyer. "Sit, or something. I have to fix dinner for Kat, whether or not you eat. You remember where all the furniture is?" she asked wryly and if anyone else had taken that sardonic tone with me I would have shot them on the spot.

"If you haven't moved it," I managed a bitter smile, refusing to let her see how touchy I truly was about my sudden blindness. She didn't respond, simply walking in what I remembered to be the general direction of the kitchen, to the left. At least she hadn't moved from our old apartment, or I'd be completely lost. I began feeling my way around. Let's see, television about four feet in front of me, couch facing it, ottoman-

"Shit," I hissed as my shin ran right into it, causing me to stumble and nearly topple over. I clung to it as I made my way over to the sofa, then plopped down rather unceremoniously, leaning my head against the back of it.

It wasn't long before I felt Kat climb onto my lap and settle on my knees, gripping the front of my shirt for leverage. I winced when she shifted onto the bullet wound in my leg. "How long do you stay this time?" she asked eagerly.

I chuckled ruefully. "A while kiddo," I sighed. "A long while." I'd never get another assignment as long as I lived now.

She didn't exclaim or giggle, it wasn't her way. Instead she tucked her head underneath my chin and stayed there, nestled against me.

I felt Alyssa in the doorway before I heard her, though whether or not the sight of father and daughter reunited pleased her, I couldn't tell. Probably not, considering she shooed Kat out of the room some minutes later. I heard her sit down in the chair across from me and sigh.

"So you got caught," she stated bluntly.

"Fuck, does it show?" I snapped. I raised my head. "What all did they tell you?"

"I'm not naïve enough to think they told me as much as they knew. At least not anymore. But I suppose they told me enough." She paused. "Being married to you I kind of got used to being lied to."

Whether or not she meant me or them lying I didn't know, and it didn't matter. It was an insult either way.

"You wanna tell me how someone managed to catch the great Sheldon Jeffrey Sands?" she prompted.

I knew it had been coming and I still wasn't prepared to answer.  I actually groaned aloud at the thought of the debriefing coming up. Well, they'd better be coming to me, because I sure as hell wasn't flying back to headquarters all the way from New York.

"Is that a no?" she asked.

I shifted into a more comfortable position. "It's not a story you wanna hear anyway."

"Yeah," she scoffed and I heard her rise to her feet. "It never is." This seemed to be more to herself than to me. "Look, Jeff, I told them you could stay here for a while until they figured out what to do with you or until you got on your feet or whatever. But that's it. I want you out of here as soon as possible."

"No arguments here," I retorted.

"Good," she said curtly. "I just…I don't want Kat getting attached to you again right before you leave." I felt her pacing the room, probably wondering whether or not to go upstairs and leave me be. And it was here that I thought of a way to get under her skin-which, of course, I loved to do.

"Right," I agreed, allowing a small smile. "We don't want Kat getting attached to me again."

I knew she was glaring at me and I was almost grateful I didn't have to see it. "You'll sleep on the couch," she said curtly, turning and heading up the stairs.

"Oh, fine!" I called after her, grinning now. "I suppose it would be awkward to return to all old habits!" I took her silence and the sound of her footfalls on the stairs as a victory and sat back again, quite pleased with myself.

This might not be so bad after all.

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More soon (I hope).