xxxi. Sunrise
They've been there for over twenty hours, trying to correct this humongous mistake without actually knowing all of the details because it's been "classified." He yawns when he wakes, trying to stretch out all the kinks in his neck. His watch reads five-something, and he knows that she's still here.
He runs down to the mess, and then down to her office, where he finds her asleep, slumped over her paperwork, blonde hair mussed.
"Are you crazy?" He hands her the hot cup of coffee, and flashes her that grin of his.
"Ever been to the Rose Garden at six?"