Chapter 6
A week had passed since Sands arrived home and he made sure to prove how much he had missed Maggie. He had even resolved to possibly tell her he loved her. Maybe. If he was in a soundproof room. With all the lights of.
Sands awoke in the bed he shared with Maggie. Stretching his arms out, he was surprised to find he was alone. Straining his ears, he heard Maggie speaking. She was in another room. It was odd... Maggie didn't used to speak to herself before.
Sands stood and scrambled around naked in search of his clothing. He grabbed a pair of big jeans assuming - hoping-they were his, and put them on. Grabbing his sunglasses he felt his way out of the room not bothering with a shirt.
Being as silent as possible, he walked down the hallway, following Maggie's angry voice.
"Look! It's not gonna work! But if you wanna go ahead and try to get yourself killed, be my guest!" Sands heard her scream.
"Talking to ourselvesare we, Mags? You know, that's not very healthy." Sands quipped dryly, feeling around only to find out they were in the living room.
"Actually Shel, I'd like you to meet my partner, Jeremy Cunningham." Maggie replied. Sands noticed how she put no feeling into the word 'partner'.
Sands heard the sound of fabric on fabric, then felt a hand in his.
"It's a pleasure to meet you agent Sands. We've studied your case at Langley." said an overly-happy voice.
Sands jerked his hand away from the one Jeremy presented.
"My case? What the hell are you on fuckmook?" Sands replied. He could hear the younger man gulp and sit back down.
"Jeremy's fresh off the farm and Langley assigned him to me." Maggie's voice said. Sands jolted back, surprised by how close Maggie's voice had come from, but quickly regained his cool.
"Really? Well ain't that just peachy-fuckin-keen? So what have you two—" Sands started before being interrupted by the persistent ring of a phone. It came from the bedroom.
"Shit, must be Wattley. I'll be right back. Sands... try not to kill him, ok?" Maggie replied before her footsteps could be heard jogging down the hallway.
Sands heard Jeremy gulp again and slowly walked over to him.
"Well Jer, let's see if you can be at all helpful." Sands said, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a wrinkled old picture and handed it to Jeremy.
"Is that agent Coburn!" Jeremy asked upon seeing the photograph of a smiling Maggie sporting waist-length hair and a bikini, lounging by a pool.
"Hey! Put your eyes back in their sockets boy." Sands said sarcastically. "Tell me if she's changed since then."
Sands heard Jeremy shift and clear his throat.
"Well, her hair's shorter, 'bout shoulder length, she lost some bit of weight, her skin's darker." Jeremy paused, studying the picture. "God, I didn't know agent Coburn could smile like that."
"What do you mean?" Sands asked. Maggie always had a smile on. From what he remembered, anyways.
"Well, she hasn't smiled much since the baby."
