A/N: And we're bringing a callback to The 3rd Choir…


He walks up, taking a seat on the bench next to her and presenting her with the requested cold treat. "Your Rocky Road, my love."

"Thank you, handsome."

"So, who's up next?"

"Well, I've been watching this couple over there and I don't think they're together but are very flirty towards one another."

His eyes follow hers and he's a bit taken back by what he sees. A man and woman in their early 20s laughing without a care in the world. That's not what has him so caught off guard though, the woman is a tall brunette and the man is blonde…definitely on the shaggier side. Freaky. "Maybe that's just their dynamic."

She takes a lick of her ice cream, shaking her head. There's something between these two, she can feel it. "No, I don't think so cuz when her attention is pulled to something else, he just looks at her like…" She turns her head, being met with two mesmerized cerulean blues. "Yes, exactly like that."

"Exactly like what?" His brow morphs in question.

Her eyes soften, she was clearly blind to it before they got together or just didn't want to believe what she was seeing. Now though, she notices what was so clearly in front of her the whole time in other people. "Exactly how you look at me."

"Well, I love-oh, I see what's you're saying."

"Oh, no, they're coming this way."

"And?"

"Act like you're talking to me."

"I am talking to you."

He looks at his wife in confusion. She's one of the best if not the best operator he knows, but when it comes to being off the clock its like Badass Blye becomes Deeks in Distress. Of course the 20 something's are paying no mind to the husband and wife duo as they walk by, immersed in their own little world.

"What do you think of the name Shepherd?" Blondie asks.

"For what?"

"What do you mean for what? For a kid."

"Why'd you get some bimbo pregnant?" The woman asks in retort.

"Hey. Not yet."

"You better be talking about one of your stripper friends."

As the pair walk off down the boardwalk, the partners share a look of bewilderment. "Are we in the Matrix?"

Shaking her head, a laugh leaves the agent's lips before the coolness of them press against his cheek. "Considering the literal hell that's been these last two years, I wouldn't doubt it, but it doesn't matter as long as I'm here with you."

"Not Neo?"

Taking another lick of her ice cream, she looks off towards the small crowd of people approaching from the pier. "Unless that's another one of your stage personas then no."

"Actually…"