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Stiles called Terri as soon as he reached his office.

"Hey, how are the passports and visas coming?" He was trying his best to keep his voice under control. He didn't want Terri to suspect anything.

"They're almost ready. When are you leaving?"

"Ten o'clock tonight. As soon as I meet with the others I'm going home to grab a few things."

"Oh. I was hoping you were calling to tell me you weren't leaving tonight after all."

"Honey, I'm really sorry I have to leave so soon. Think of it as an excuse to have a great homecoming celebration."

Terri gave Stiles a weak chuckle. She didn't feel like being cheered up.

"Listen, why don't we try to at least have dinner together? If you get off early enough, we may be able to work in dessert; we are still on our honeymoon after all." He added with a huge grin.

She couldn't see him, but she could hear the playfulness in his voice. "I'm working as fast as I can. I want to make sure they're perfect, especially the one for A.B. Stiles." Terri was worried, but she was trying to hide it. The last thing Stiles needed was to worry about her. "I'll never get finished though if I don't get off the phone!"

"Terri?"

"What?"

"I love you."

A broad smile crept across Terri's face despite her best efforts to stop it. "I know. I love you too. I'll talk to you in a little while."

Terri and stiles did manage to have dinner together—in the CIA cafeteria. Terri had work to catch up on after she finished the documents for Stiles' mission, so she couldn't make it home. Terri was annoyed that her husband was being sent half way around the world while they were technically on their honeymoon and she'd spent the whole day pouting. She had been a company girl since day one at the CIA, never complaining about the long hours, the chaos, or the deception, but she intended to complain about this.

"I'm telling Quinn that as soon as you get home we're taking back the two days we missed together. We haven't even had time to open all of our presents. . ."

Stiles interrupted before she was too carried away. "Terri, Terri. I know you're disappointed, so am I, but just think, our second homecoming will be that much sweeter." He leaned over to kiss her before she could say anything else.

She smiled weakly, "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be complaining. It's just that I was looking forward to tonight. I don't even want to stay in the house until you're back. Mom said I can stay with her."

"You're staying with your mother? What did you tell her, that I'm already being mean to you?"

"Funny. I told her that you were called away unexpectedly and that I didn't want to stay in the house until you came back. Is that alright with you Mr. Stiles?"

Stiles looked at his watch and realized it was time for him to go. Despite her best efforts, Stiles could tell Terri was upset. "Listen, I better get going. It shouldn't be too long. I know it's not what either of us wanted, but it'll be okay, I promise. Terri was trying to wipe away the single tear falling down her cheek before he saw it.

"Hey." Stiles took Terri's hand. "I've been in worse places. I'll be fine."

Terri and Stiles had been together all day every day for the past two weeks and she was going to miss him, she also suspected that there was more to this mission than she'd been told, but she knew that Stiles needed to concentrate on the mission, not her.

"I'm sorry. I'm okay, really. Like you said, it's only a few days."

Stiles kissed her one more time and stood up. "I better get going. They're probably waiting for me."

Terri walked Stiles to the garage where a car was waiting to take him to the base. She had that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach again as she hugged Stiles and kissed him goodbye. She wondered if she really would be okay.

Stiles and the Marine unit arrived in Liberia to cheers; the people on the ground were expecting the group to help restore order. There were bodies lined up outside the embassy and crying and wounded civilians everywhere. Stiles was afraid that he may not be able even get inside. By the time the rest of team arrived five days later, Stiles and the Marine unit had successfully extricated Liberia's leader, Mr. Taylor and replaced him with a look-alike. The CIA felt he would be an invaluable asset to the war on terror. Unfortunately, by the time the Agency's team left, the capital city was in a state of utter chaos.

When Lex and Terri arrived, the rebels had just about taken over and they didn't have nearly as much time as they needed to help the Marine unit compromise the rebel's camp.

When Terri heard Stiles would be heading for Liberia in the middle of their civil war, she felt sick. By the time she left Liberia was sick—literally. Between the post-wedding letdown, moving, and Stiles leaving on a mission during their honeymoon, Terri was under a lot of stress and was not at her best physically.

Then she remembered the shot, the one she was too busy to get before she left the country. She remembered a couple of hours before they left but her forged travel documents said she'd been vaccinated and she decided the chances of her catching anything were slim. Now she wasn't so sure. Her boss would have her head if he found out.

Stiles had to stay in Liberia a few days and Terri's "uncle" Joshua insisted she go to the CIA doctor as soon as she landed. After answering the doctor's annoying battery of questions and getting poked everywhere under the sun, Terri felt confident that what she had was not so serious after all. That is until the doctor came in the room and Terri confirmed she had the one symptom that could change everything, and got the diagnosis she was afraid of hearing.

Stiles came home a few days after Terri returned. He would most likely have to return to Liberia, but not for a few months when the new government was in place. Terri met Stiles at the airstrip.

"Hey beautiful, I missed you!"

"Hey yourself; I missed you too. I can't believe it's only been three days."

"Me either. I'm sorry I didn't get to see you before you came home. You okay?"

To this point, Terri had been looking into Stiles' eyes. Now, she diverted her gaze for the lie she was about to tell. "I'm better. I was just stressed out from the wedding and the mission. The doctor even said I might be suffering from post-wedding blues. I'll be fine."

He kissed her again, "Good, I was really worried about you." Still not looking directly at him, Terri kissed him back.

"Don't be. Let's go home and finish our honeymoon."

As Terri slept on her side facing Stiles, he lay awake watching her. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be going to sleep with and waking up next to the woman he loved more than anything, his best friend, his partner. The woman who would one day would be the mother of his children. Even though it had only been five weeks, Stiles loved being married.

A little over a week after Stiles return from Liberia, the couple was sent on another assignment-to Mexico. Stiles needed to locate the creator of a super virus capable of destroying millions with a single vial. Terri and Stiles arrived in Mexico City and got to work. This was the first time they had been on a mission alone and it was a little awkward for Terri. Stiles wanted to get into mission mode, but Terri wanted to work with him as his partner and his wife.

"Stiles, relax for a minute. We can't really do anything until he goes out. Let's see what movies are on tonight."

"Terri, we're working here. I want to stay focused and you should too."

Technically, he was the boss, but Terri was tired of him telling her to stay focused, as though she didn't know how to do her job. "I can be focused and enjoy an evening with my husband too. Relax-please."

"I'm fine. I just want to remember why we are here. You know I work better that way. If we stay in the same bedroom. . ." Terri stopped him.

"IF? Are you telling me you want to stay in separate bedrooms too? You can't be serious." But he was. Stiles kissed Terri softly.

"If we share a bed, I won't want to leave—I'll never get anything. . ."

Before he could finish his thought, Terri pushed him aside and ran to the bathroom. She was sick again and this time Stiles wasn't buying post-wedding blues. He was standing right outside the bathroom door when Terri emerged five minutes later.

"Honey, what's going on with you?"

"Nothing, I'm fine. It was probably that taco. Maybe authentic Mexican food doesn't agree with me."

Terri smiled after her joke. She didn't want to have this conversation. She'd been throwing up all week, but she'd managed to hide it from her husband. This time she was caught off guard. As she began walking back to her computer to look at the surveillance Stiles caught her arm.

He looked worried. "Terri, come on. That doesn't explain when you were sick on the plane last night or this morning. I'm worried about you. Did the doctor say something? What are you not telling me?"

Terri sat down. She wasn't ready to tell him. How could she? She was still trying to deal with it herself.

"Terri, what is it, talk to me."