Come home

by Selective scifi junkie

Pre cannon. When a mission in Serbia is blown open, it will take all of Adam's willpower just to survive, for as long as it takes the rest of his cell to find him in the dust storm. Adam/Fiona. M for violence alone (by far the worst I've ever written). There is no sexual content to speak of.

5. Chapter 5

Come home

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8/5/98

"Alright all." Chris's deep voice broke the silence. "It's a quarter past eight and we've done well today. Machines off, lock everything up, Sam, check Jack and Adam's status reports, then hand them over to the night desk." Fiona rose gratefully with the rest. She was tired, much more than usual. Another indicator of pregnancy, or she hoped so. Putting documents back in the right files, locking them up, then hiding the keys in safeboxes, then hiding the keys for those safeboxes was a calming ritual, even without the banter between Adam and Sam. Anyone who didn't know where to look could spend hours finding the keys, then hours more matching them to the cabinets. A few people had been caught trying.

"Tut tut." Sam said, staring at a screen.

"What?" Chris asked.

"Adam's fifteen minutes overdue for his status report." Fiona felt her stomach clench.

"And you made us all look for that?" Chris asked. "It's notable if Adam reports in on time. He's hopeless. An hour late for him is as worrying as a minute late for anyone else. Get some perspective man."

"What do you want me to tell the night desk?" Sam asked.

"Flag as concern if we've had nothing by half past nine. If he still hasn't reported in by midnight local time, which is... what? Two o'clock in the morning here?"

"Yes." Greg interjected.

"Then we begin to worry. If he calls in, they're to tell him off for worrying his wife." Sam grinned. Fiona mimicked him nervously.

"He's right, Fiona. Knowing Adam, he'll call in in an hour and say he was following someone and lost track of time." Fiona nodded.

"It wouldn't be the first time."

"And it won't be the last." Chris added. "Now home, all of you. Get a good night's sleep and, Fiona, if I hear you've called the night desk to check on Adam, there will be trouble. He knows what he's doing. He'll be fine." And with that, Chris swept from the office, herding the rest of them.

I appologise for the shortness of this chapter and promise that the next one will be longer, at least twice as long.