AN: Yikes! Almost forgot to update this today! Thanks for the all the wonderful reviews! Y'all rock! Anyway, I've got to run, but thanks a bunch!
Oh, and it's a Clan chapter, next one will be Tate.
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At first Weiss thought he was dreaming it.
He was having a pleasant dream too; he was at the White House, a short distance from the tennis courts, sitting on a patch of grass, under an oak tree. He and Morales were watching Ben and Anna play tennis. Morales was sitting in between his legs, leaning back on his right shoulder. She was reading a thick magazine and every now and then she'd turn a page.
He could hear birds chirping and the sound of cars in the distance. He could hear Ben and Anna laughing. He could a mixture of Morales' shampoo and perfume. He could feel the sunlight filtering through the leaves and the weight of Morales leaning on him… And he could feel someone running their hands through his hair. But, wait, both Morales' hands were on the magazine…
Weiss woke with a start. He could still feel someone running their fingers through his hair. He bolted upright and found Morales looking back. Her eyes were sleep-filled, her hair was tousled, and she looked slightly pale, but he couldn't remember a time where she looked more beautiful.
'Cynthia!' He exclaimed, before kissing her.
'Hey,' she said once they broke apart
'How do you feel?' He asked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and then stroked her cheek. He had to touch her; had to convince himself he wasn't dreaming.
'Like I was shot.' She replied
'Nice to see your wit came through unscathed,' Weiss touched a finger to her nose 'but, really, Morales, how do you feel?'
'There's a dull pain in my shoulder, but it's not really bothering me. I'm on something good, aren't I?' Weiss laughed before kissing her palm.
'You seem to be enjoying it.' Weiss said, before turning her hand over and kissing her knuckles.
'Actually, I feel a little dizzy.' Morales said with a sigh
'Yeah, the doctors said that might happen. They said it should wear off.'
'Mmm…' Morales closed her eyes
'Hey, Morales?' Weiss said
'Yer?' She opened her eyes to look at him.
'I love you.' He brushed the hair out of her eyes.
'I love you too.' She replied. Weiss threaded his fingers through hers. She squeezed his hand and closed her eyes again. After a while he thought she'd back to sleep, but then:
'Anna?' She asked, quietly, and he sighed. He knew he couldn't hide the truth from her forever.
'They took her.' He watched for a reaction from her, any reaction, but there was none. Super Secret Agent Cynthia Morales was putting up her shields. 'But, hey, we'll get her back. Before you know it she'll be here visiting you and complaining about homework.' Weiss stood up slightly and kissed her forehead, before sitting back down.
'Kate?' This time she opened her eyes to look at him.
'Fine, apart from a bump on the head. She's in a room on the next floor up. She was in here before and she said she'd be back.' Weiss squeezed her hand 'Things seem bad now, but believe me; they'll get better.'
'I believe you.' She said
'There's my girl.' Weiss kissed her temple. 'Try and get some sleep now, hey?' Morales snorted.
'Look who's calling the kettle tired.' Morales said
'Huh?' Weiss asked 'English, por favour.'
'That's still Spanish, Weiss.' Morales mumbled, already feeling herself drift off.
'I know Cynthia, I know.' Weiss stroked her hair and watched her fall peacefully to sleep. Now if only they could get Anna back; then everything would be good again.
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