A/N: Whew. It's been a minute. And I had to break up the chapter! So I'm sorry about that, but it was getting very long and I wanted to put something up. Thanks to 4gcrazyme (right on about Anna, and all I can say is 'poor Sean'—he didn't sign on for this haha), Guest (thank you!), Pound68 (Thanks, it's so nice to see how integral these stories were, but then there's the balance of dealing with Faison consuming their lives and some of the other side-stories that the characters were engaged in. I'm definitely taking more of a minimalist approach at the moment haha. And I love inserting characters like Tom—I keep thinking of his involvement with the hypnosis stuff from '91 and think I should give him shine. And as to your prediction, well ;) ), Bostie (I LOVE hearing that you keep finding new little nuggets, that makes me smile so much! I was bummed that I didn't get everything squeezed into this chapter that I wanted, but we will commence with the indignation/sneaking around! I think we've all been waiting so patiently for this part haha), tsarinajen (Anna as the agent is quite a ride to write… she will do whatever it takes to protect Robert, even if it means temporarily hurting him. Sorry the update took so long!). Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 23:

Faison was watching her move, and Anna ensured her walk was smooth as she looked around the now-familiar walls of his study. There was an itch on her skin that felt like red ants, crawling up her arms, burning, she rubbed them. "I can't stay long."

He closed the wide doors and she heard his footsteps. "Don't talk about leaving when we've just got home." His tone was playful, and she knew very well she would be compelled to watch for peril in his words.

But his challenge had been offered before Robert crashed Dawn's wedding: "…if you want me to care about you and Robin..."

She made a face of bemusement and turned out from under the hand on her shoulder. "Home? This is your home. My home is across the harbor."

"It doesn't have to be," he said casually. Then he abruptly changed the subject to the one she least wished to discuss. "I think you're still on edge, Anna. From what …happened …at the wedding. And I know you said you don't want to talk about it, but let's talk about it…"

She knew there was likely a tenseness about her that she wasn't properly ridding herself of, and he was making it no better; he was all threats and no smoking gun today, and her nerves felt like live wires. His smile made hers fall off her face.

"I told you I don't want to talk about it. And I was serious." Her tone was forbidding, not that he would acquiesce to such a cue…

"But it's made you unhappy," he said pettishly. "And I thought we were ready to share everything."

She exhaled her little laugh and looked up at him under her lashes. "I know you don't think that's possible for us. Not with our past."

A finger went underneath her chin and tilted it up. "But that's what I want." His gaze was as unyielding as diamond, and as cutting. "You aren't afraid of that, are you, Anna?"

She cleared her throat and pressed away from him. "No…" She needed something. "Do you have any brandy?"

Faison smirked. "No. Robert has you out of sorts…"

"I can deal with Robert." She reached for the bottle on the table. Champagne, though there was nothing to celebrate. She poured it for herself, since he liked when she behaved as if she owned the place, and he was preoccupied with Robert.

"The last time he was in love with you…" Faison drawled, his eyes gleaming as her hand stuttered when she lifted her glass. "You dealt with him, didn't you?"

If Anna hadn't dealt with him, Faison would have. She knew that all-too-well. She drank slowly and heard her heart pounding in her ears. "That was a lifetime ago."

"And yet, here we are, together. And still he is between us…"

Anna put the glass down and it made a louder noise than warranted. "It's not the same at all. You know that."

"I know that Scorpio is in love with you, still."

She had prepared for that. In fact, she had been hoping that he would be so direct in hopes of knocking her off-balance. There were a few ways that this conversation may go, and it needed to go, so she could measure how much danger Robert was in.

"He isn't. He is a bull in the china shop." Anna rolled her eyes. "He's worried about his daughter."

"Of course," his voice was sly. "But I'm no threat to Robin…"

Anna shook her head, warding off his point. "He's the father of my child. I have to deal with him. What would you have me do about it? I told him off." She huffed. "I shouldn't have, in such a public place…"

Faison, who had been visibly delighted by the whole scene, wasn't about to agree with her. At his silence regarding her conduct, she turned and ran a finger along some letters stashed in a box of mail. A new topic of conversation.

"What's all this?"

He chuckled. "Fanmail. Thanks to Robert, people think they can invade my privacy." Anna hummed, ignoring the jab about her ex. "Your friends seemed ...surprised to see you on my arm."

"Well that's because they didn't know that we knew each other." Why was she here, she wondered?

His hands were back in his pockets and he smirked at her answer. "Hmm. But Robert distracted them from their curiosity."

She sighed in clear annoyance and drank again. Faison came nearer, and she felt the warmth of his presence on her neck. He didn't speak softer for their proximity and it almost startled her. "You think I can't see when a man is in love with you?"

She closed her eyes, because it was painful. Because she wanted to be with him now and she couldn't.

"You never saw him in love with me before, how could you know?" If Anna had had any say, Robert would have been nothing more to Faison than a picture and a name among a long list of WSB agents. If there had been photographic proof of them together (Anna didn't doubt), Faison still couldn't have known the blissful nights in Paris, or the look in Robert's eyes when he tenderly settled the mantilla over her head, making her his bride. Or their first kiss.

All's fair in love …and war.

"I know it more than anyone," Faison said quietly, shattering Robert's face in her mind as his words landed against the shell of her ear. "I see it in the mirror."

It was said with the nakedness in his voice that had been there during the blackout, when he had asked her why she could never feel the same way for him. And like before, the memories felt cheapened. This time, she didn't say so, but still she stepped neatly away from him and turned. She found that the twinge of pity for him had increased over time, though she hadn't wanted it to. Then a wry look lit his eyes and the effect was gone.

"Yes, I daresay he's always loved Anna…" he drawled. "But," he appeared to wonder for a moment, though she knew it was an act for the simple pause, to keep her waiting. "…what will she do about it now?"

It's a matter of what you must do. Old words, evil and harmful and wanting her to be the same. Her hand found the cold stem of crystal again, and she poked at the obvious hole in his theory.

"You forget, Robert was recently engaged."

"Ah, yes, to Ms. Katherine Delafield." Faison's tone made it clear he hadn't forgotten at all. "And why did they call off their engagement?"

Of course, it was the right question. And it was one that Anna couldn't stumble over or plead ignorance, or she would lose this encounter and everything else. "Secrets," she said softly and sadly, thinking of that doomed relationship. "Too many secrets."

"Secrets he shared with you," Faison pointed out.

"Oh, why do you always want to talk about Robert?" Anna snapped, fingers trembling slightly against her glass. "He's my problem! Didn't you bring me here for your own surprise?"

He smiled at her, appearing completely untroubled or suspicious of her flare of temper. "I did, but I'm afraid that I have to bring him up." He filled his own flute and toasted her before taking a generous sip, striding toward a box of his fan mail. "You see, I have the solution..."

"What?" Anna breathed.

He lifted some letters. "Thanks to Robert, I can't go anywhere in Port Charles without being …harassed by …fans of P.K. Sinclair." He stowed them roughly back into the box. "It's not fair for you and Robin to go through…"

Anna's mind tried to race ahead, to wherever he might go—whatever corner he would shove her towards and lock the door. What surprise could she not anticipate?

"And now, seeing him …behave like that at the wedding… the papers…" She was entirely certain that he had orchestrated the beginnings of that, at least. She stared at the door until she felt his eyes on her. "You don't deserve that."

It was as if he had set razors on the edge of his words, it had her defensive. She could protest, but that was nowhere near the right thing to do. Instead, she waited and refilled her glass, drinking again to give herself a moment. Faison continued to wait.

She came around to the other side of the table, thinking of the muttering that had been following her out the doors of the Quartermaines' and deciding to throw some truth into their interaction, giving him the validation he wanted. "I mean, you are right. That was awful. I hate being the subject of conversation like that—I mean, all the scrutiny."

If he was pleased by what she said, he didn't show it. The turn of his mouth was still sober. "Yes. And here we're burdened by …too many ghosts …of the past," he offered meaningfully. "Too many secrets …our love can't grow in such an environment."

For a moment, she didn't see a twist of malice in his face she wondered if he was actually a little afraid of whatever he was about to say; or her reaction to it. And horribly, her first thought was of the game itself—how easily she could mold this powerful, grotesque man if she had a mind to it. And her next was of Robert …and Robin. She stepped toward him, but he was already speaking again.

"So I've come up with a solution. It's quite simple."

"What?" Anna stilled, as if her movement might keep her from hearing his next words and their every nuance. He was never simple.

"Marry me."

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"I don't get it at all…" Robin sighed as Sean unlocked the door of the penthouse. He and Tiffany exchanged looks and Sean waved at his wife, indicating that he would take it. He had a feeling that Robin's behavior had something to do with the sensitive mission.

"Don't get what, honey?"

"Just…" she slumped onto the couch. "It's not a big deal or anything, but I just wanna know what is going on with Mom and Mr. Sinclair. Before the wedding, she said that they weren't doing anything. But then he came over to take us, and now she's with him again. And I don't really think she likes him!"

"It's…" Sean was really at a complete loss. When the truth is the only thing that makes sense and you can't tell the truth…? He stood there, thinking of what Robin might accept when Tiffany did that wife-thing and jumped in while he floundered.

"Chemistry, my darling. That's what you need for a relationship, and my guess is that your mother is trying to let the poor man off easy."

"Chemistry?"

Tiffany sat beside the girl. "It's hard to describe, but sometimes things just don't 'click', you know?"

"Not really," Robin said. But Sean was grateful to see that she was interested by what Tiffany was saying to her anyway and trying to grasp it. "So they don't have 'chemistry' when they don't like each other the same …or when people don't work out? Like Daddy and Kate…"

Tiffany pursed her lips in thought. "No, that's not a good example…"

"Maybe Mom is acting like this because Dad doesn't like Mr. Sinclair. He even had him arrested!"

The phone rang at that moment and Sean, who was standing next to it, lifted it to his ear and extended it to Tiffany almost immediately after. "It's the station."

Tiffany sighed and accepted it, switching places with her husband. "Yes, hello?"

"Look, honey," Sean took one of Robin's hands and patted it while Tiffany dealt with whatever was going on. "I think you're worrying your little head about things that you don't need to. You should be focused on your own friends and school and things that a girl your age likes. Not what your old parents are doing," he said, waving as if the notion was silly. Robin didn't even look at his hand, fixed on the problem.

"But my parents are being lied about in the paper, so how can I not think about it?"

Good question.

"WHAT?" Tiffany exclaimed. Both Sean and Robin looked up to see the blonde's jaw hanging lax in disbelief, entirely focused on what the producer was saying over the line. "No, no, no, hold on—are you sure it was—" her eyes darted to Robin and then she bit back the rest of her sentence and curled slightly toward the phone, dropping her voice. "Alright, I'll come down, just—listen now—don't decide or add anything until I get the full story. And I'm serious about that. I'm coming now." She hung up and grabbed her purse. "I've got to go to the station."

"What's going on?" Sean stood and Tiffany flashed him a significant look, jerking her head toward the door so he would follow him. Behind them, Robin made an utterance about how nobody told her anything.

"I'm sorry I've got to run," she called back to Robin as they moved toward the door. "We'll have some girl-talk soon." Her voice dropped to just above a whisper in Sean's ear. "I got word that Robert and Anna got in a huge fight at the Quartermaines'."

"What?" Sean hissed. "Robert wasn't even—"

"That's just what they're telling me! I don't have all the details yet, but I'll call you when I know more." She gave Sean a dry look. "I'm sure the last thing you want is this coming up on the evening news."

"Absolutely not." He didn't know what was going on, but he knew Robert was the target and Faison was somehow pulling the trigger. But Robert still had his friends. Tiffany pecked his cheek.

"Ta-ta, darling—oh!" She turned out the door and swiftly bounced back from Robert crashing into her, who had just rounded the corner to the door.

"Tiff! Sorry, luv…"

"It's fine, it's…" Tiffany looked up into Robert's face and something in her expression changed. Sean knew why: Robert looked like hell. One of his cheeks was slightly reddened, but it was his eyes that set the full effect: bleary, wild, and dark.

"Daddy?"

They all jumped at the reminder of the young ears present and Tiffany rallied magnificently, always the best at improvising. "You know …Robin, why don't you come with me and we can have some real fun? Maybe even call up Felicia once I get things straightened out at the station?"

Sean knew that Tiffany would drive around in circles with Robin for hours to give Robert time to get that look off his face.

Robin seemed to like the idea as she bounded toward her father to give him a welcome hug. "Yeah, and maybe Mom can meet up when she comes back!" Robert caught her in his arms, but it appeared off, like a disjointed puppet. Robin pulled back to look up at him, dark hair spilling over his hands. "Dad, why didn't you come in this morning after your stake-out?"

Sean squinted skeptically at the question, interest prickled. When had Robert been on a stakeout and why? Robert blinked cluelessly at her for a moment, tipping Sean off to the fact that it probably wasn't what it seemed. "Uh… oh, I was tired …very tired. I just needed to get home, darling."

"You look it," Robin remarked, near-maternal concern spread on her face. Sean was reminded strongly of the little girl he had met long ago, pushing Philomena's food on all the adults in her life and holding tea parties. The memory made him grin suddenly, but Tiffany's words brought him back to the present (dire) situation.

"Robin, sweetie, we should probably get going…" She glanced briefly at Robert and then Sean. "I'll make sure everything gets handled discreetly."

Robert gave Tiffany a grateful smile and kissed his daughter good-bye. "I'll try to see you later, alright?"

"Okay. Get some rest!" Robert didn't see, but Robin looked behind her as she left, the beginnings of worry there. Sean was fairly certain that they were coming to the end of that girl remaining completely in the dark as to her parents' complicated professional and personal lives.

The door closed and Sean spun on his heel. "What," he favored his best friend with a loaded look, "happened at the Quartermaine mansion?"

Robert rubbed his eyes almost violently and slaked further into the room. "Ask me what is happening with my entire life."

Sean clenched a hand, a little more than tired of the emotional displays from his former agents. It felt like every time he turned around, one of them was falling apart. "You weren't supposed to go to that wedding. You knew that!"

"Yeah, I know!" Robert said caustically. "I know, but—" He began pacing manically. "I just found out that the State Commissioner got called on me—"

"Are you serious?!"

"—and I had to know what was going on with that bloody Sheikh! So I could figure out what to do." Robert shook his head grimly, not fully meeting Sean's eyes. "Faison was there and I think I basically handed Anna the keys to throw me out of there instead…"

"Yeah, and Tiffany just got a call from the news station, telling her that you and Anna had a blow-up after the wedding, Robert. I mean, do you realize what you've stepped in here?!"

"I didn't come here for you to tell me what I already know!" Robert snarled. "Anna just walked off on the arm of the most dangerous man we've ever encountered, after slapping me to hell! My friends think I've gone off the deep end with jealousy—God knows what my daughter thinks! The press have their targets on my back and I'm pretty sure my job is this close to being on the line!" His fingers pinched together, and lines of his face seemed deeper in his anger and exhaustion. Guilt welled up inside of Sean at the hopelessness in Robert's hunched shoulders. "I need my friend."

Sean nodded, switching modes as quickly as he could. "Okay, just lay it on me, good buddy." He pushed Robert toward the sofa and poured him a stiff drink. Several things had piqued his curiosity, but he would let Robert offer it in the order that he wanted. Anna was obviously dealing with the pressing matter as they spoke, and Sean shoved past that tingle of worry for her to focus on his other friend. "Lay it on me."

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Anna felt as if he had stolen her very breath and she couldn't get another, as he spoke of a villa in Switzerland.

"No prying eyes. I'm sure you would love it …Robin too." He bent toward her. How could he think—? "We could be a family, and you and I would be together forever."

This …hadn't been what she thought he would say to her. She didn't have another step—a response, a reaction, anything! She just watched him, not knowing what was on her face as he watched her back.

She finally took in air and her lungs creaked to life. "I—um…"

"Just say 'yes'." He was so intent that she looked down and tried to bring the moisture back to her mouth. And whatever he had seen in her expression, he hadn't like it. His face hardened.

"You led me to believe this was what you wanted, Anna… And I would be very upset…" That malicious glint was back as he smiled and she knew …she knew that he was testing her, and letting her know it. "You've not been lying to me, have you, Anna?"

He knew so much. He had the power to destroy her.

She kept breathing as he took her hand and was all loving once more. She slipped out of his grasp and finished the rest of her champagne. It had started to go to her head, but it lifted the pallor and began to make her feel the boldness she needed.

"Surely you knew I would ask."

It was bizarre he would think such a thing when her thoughts had been filled with how to avoid going to bed with the man. Marriage had never crossed her mind. She had her back to him, so she allowed herself one, unrestrained reaction before she turned again and laughed without much force. She still felt lightheaded and unable to catch her breath. Would they have this charade for the rest of their lives? She had barely begun to work him!

"No …no, I didn't."

"Really? After all I've said to you?" He was now blithely enjoying his drink and his demeanor made her as close to angry as she was willing to get.

"Ohhh, yeah. …I think you've probably said a lot of things to a lot of women."

"You doubt I'm serious?"

"No." She decided to look him in the eyes and play a hand, tired of talking around and around. "I think you've been foolish about this. I think you can't possibly believe that I could say 'yes' right now."

Lord, he had a bloody ring box and he withdrew it as she spoke. It was now she that had done the unpredictable. He smirked at her, but there was no satisfaction in it. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I have to sort out what is going on with Robin's father." Faison's jaw tightened with rage and she noticed. "You wanted to discuss Robert before," she reminded him.

"Scorpio is causing you nothing but grief right now," Faison retorted. "And I've just proposed to you. You talk about him?" He was absolutely angry, but she had gotten control of the train again and she knew where she was steering.

"Yes, and there's one person you haven't considered in this 'grand plan' of yours. My daughter," she said sharply. "You didn't think I could simply uproot her to Europe, take her from everything she knows? And she adores Robert, no matter what I think…"

"And what is it that you think?" He was now hungering to know her mind.

"I think that Robert is going through a difficult time right now. I think that the last time he felt Robin was in danger, and I was married to Duke, he took her from me." Truthfully, the thought of that time was still unpleasant. "I need to ensure that he doesn't feel the need to do it again..."

"I can take care of Robert," Faison sighed dismissively.

"Yeah…" Anna took a deep breath and then spun towards him. "Alright, let's just be clear: I know your mark on things," she came close to him, nearly touching. "…and I'm disappointed."

He watched her with fascination, so closely that if she didn't put her whole body into the act, he would notice. Or perhaps he wouldn't; perhaps he was blinded by her more than she gave him credit for. It wasn't a chance she would take, but she banked on his intrigue.

"You think I can't handle my ex-husband? Do you really believe that I can't beat him? That you need to step in and rescue me?" Her nose almost brushed his. "Is that what you like?"

"You are unlike any woman I've ever met," Faison murmured, a spell cast.

"Then don't tell me that we're running away." Her eyes shined up at him. "Leave him to me. You want to know what I want? Let me deal with him."

He bowed back away from her enchantment, the softness in his eyes giving way to that niggling insecurity. "And I will presume that you aren't protecting Scorpio."

"I did that once before, didn't I?" She smiled like they were sharing a secret and he smiled back. "I don't make the same mistakes twice."

"I certainly hope so, Anna…" he drawled, reaching into his pocket to produce a cigarillo. "I certainly hope so."

She traced the insouciant stance and called its bluff, all the while he lit the thin, little thing. She took it from his grasp, holding it between her fingers and he let her do it with unabashed curiosity. She played with it for a moment before relinquishing it back to him and looking him dead in the eye. "Understand. When I'm finished with what I need to do, I will put the ring on my finger, Cesar."

Her audacity was the aphrodisiac she knew that it would be. His eyes hooded briefly and then brightened to a degree that even surprised her. He took her hand and pressed a hot kiss to her knuckles, where the ring would settle. Her stomach churned.

"Do your worst, my darling," he told her. "And I will watch."

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"He's coming after you," Sean said finally.

With all the garbage that had been crashing down on Robert, Sean wondered if Faison was holding back on something truly heinous for Anna's sake and guessed that was it. For now…

He also wondered if Anna had enough influence to keep Faison from making an attempt on Robert's life. That was the grey area for Sean: how much influence Anna had.

"Problem is, he leaves no trace." Robert spread his fingers, staring at them. "I don't know how exactly he's doing it."

"Well, that's his trick. It always has been." Sean's memories as WSB Head got clearer every day since Faison had reappeared. "Connections are vague and coincidental, if they're there at all."

"But eliminating him is out of the question, right?" Robert laughed gruffly.

"Knowing Faison, I think he's rolled the ball down the hill and now he's just waiting to see the destruction. Besides, Anna is on it," Sean said. Strangely enough, Robert had avoided the subject of his ex-wife with an extraordinary willfulness, given that he had been worrying about little else for some time now. "We're not there yet, especially to hear you talk like that."

Robert kept his gaze trained at the wall. The mark on his cheek had all faded now and Sean shifted. "Now let's talk about the real reason you're here. What happened between you and Anna at Dawn's wedding?"

"I told you," Robert answered. "She walloped me, got me thrown out and left with my sworn enemy." A mirthless laugh escaped him. "It was, as I said, the cherry on top of my day!"

"Yeah, I heard that part," Sean muttered. "But why were you fighting?"

Sean knew Robert's evasion tactics all too well. And he was displaying some of that now, and confirmed it by telling Sean the most obvious answer of all. He looked off in the opposite direction, folding his hands too tightly. "The same thing …her having anything to do with that man."

"There's something you're not telling me."

"Like what?" It drew him back to his friend, and the look in Robert's eyes reminded Sean of a teenage defiance; it didn't sit well on the grown man he knew. And he recalled that look in Bay-C, when Robert and Anna had revealed all to him. There was something in it that caught Sean onto it, a dangerous road already taken once before, and he opened his mouth to ask.

And then …he closed it again.

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"Jimmy, I really don't care," Tiffany interrupted her producer, holding up a hand. "Think about this, okay? This is not what we do! And I can tell you right now that even though Shep has his own personal bias, he is not going to agree to report on it anyway. Say what you want about the man, but he likes to be taken seriously!"

Her balding producer crossed his arms, shaking his head. "I'm not saying that you aren't making good points, but I need to know that this isn't because of friendship. We're behind the times on this, you know."

"We aren't just going to fall in line behind everyone else," Tiffany scoffed. "And you aren't thinking about—hey, give this some time and I might even get an exclusive with one of the involved parties." Robin was on the other side of the studio, but she didn't want to take any chances by naming names. "But we are definitely not going the sleazy gossip route."

Jimmy surrendered grudgingly at her offer. "Okay, boss. A new angle would be great. If you can get it."

Tiffany guessed that something could be arranged. Robert would be begging for good press, at any rate. "I'll let you know. Keep your original order and I'm going to leave with my girl here."

Jimmy waved goodbye and Tiffany rounded up Robin. "See? That didn't take too long."

"That was about my parents, wasn't it."

Tiffany raised her eyebrows. "What makes you say that, my dear?"

Dark, astute eyes met hers. "I know what people have been writing about them. And you were careful not to talk in front of me." They started walking side-by-side out to Tiffany's car and after a moment, Robin's wits won the day.

"Okay, so I may have been talking about Robert and Anna," Tiffany admitted. "But don't worry, our station reports 'actual' news. So you won't hear anything sensational about your parents."

"But he wanted to report on it, huh?"

"Well, his job is to look at everything that's out there and …how about we talk about what's bothering you? Because I can tell that something is, sweetie, and maybe I can help."

Robin had been mostly quiet on the ride over and Tiffany hadn't missed her interaction with her father. "You saw Dad too. I think this whole thing is really getting to him. And Mom too. But the thing is…" Tiffany started hearing frustration in her voice, the kind that came about when a child was starting to want to be treated like an adult, and hated the condescension that adults paid them. "They won't tell me what's wrong! It's like they think I'm blind or something."

Tiffany patted her shoulder comfortingly and then unlocked the car doors. "I get it, but you know they mean well. It's an instinct you know, to protect you."

"Yeah, overprotective. I tried to help Mom this morning," Robin said glumly. "But she actually locked her bedroom door to keep me from stepping on glass and wouldn't even open it so I could give her a broom! Don't you think that's too much?"

Tiffany frowned, wondering if she was misunderstanding the story. "So she broke something and locked her door?"

Robin nodded uncertainly as she bounced into the passenger side seat. "I guess so. I was at a friend's last night. But when I came home this morning, Dad's car was in the driveway. So I came in and I thought Dad would be there, but he wasn't around and when I tried to ask Mom why his car was there, she was in her bedroom and wouldn't open the door, and said she had dropped her perfume bottle or something…"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Tiffany fluttered her hands over the steering wheel so forcefully that Robin stopped telling the story. "You're saying that your father was …I mean that his car was…"

"His car was in the driveway. He was on a stakeout, according to Mom."

"Oh that's right," Tiffany said distantly. "You said that back at the penthouse."

"He's gotta be stressed, because he didn't even say 'hello' and his car just disappeared by the time I was done unpacking. I don't know what it is, but they're both acting weird."

After far too long a stretch of silence, Tiffany snapped out of it and the car whirred to life. Her reassurance to Robin came slowly, but it did come. "Honey, I just wouldn't worry, okay? I'm sure they'll tell you when they're ready, but I think you should be a little patient with them. They've both got …a lot going on."

A/N: At first, I was going to throw out the proposal scene (because even on the show, that was FAST, they'd been on about 1.5 dates!), but the scene itself is just too good and Anna drank like a fish. I had to implement some of it, and well, it's Faison and Anna. Of course he proposed. Also, I heard Holly's in town on the show. I wonder what version of her they're getting lol. Hope you enjoyed, let me know!