Hello, my lovely readers! I hope your weekends went well and that you are all ready for the work week ahead. And for my fellows on summer break from school, I hope your not having to do too much.

Now on to the next installment :)

Disclaimer: Covert Affairs is the property of NBC Universal, USA Network, etc. I only make the characters do what I want.

~~~GOODBYE BLUES?~~~

"Come inside, Neshama, and leave the cat alone," came the voice of Eyal from inside the flat. Annie had woken up with the sun only to walk outside and see the kitten she had befriended a few weeks prior. It never ceased to amaze her how utterly unafraid the feline was, and today little Ginger as she'd christened the animal had marched right up to her expecting food and attention.

Giving the kitten one last scratch behind the ears, Annie hopped to her feat and turned to walk back inside.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Eyal was leaning against the kitchen counter, mug of coffee in hand, looking every inch the handsome Israeli he was. His sun-kissed skin and dark hair never failed to catch the eyes of females wherever he went, but Annie knew that underneath the charming good looks was a man who had seen too much violence, made too many sacrifices in the line of work.

"What did Ginger ever do to you?" questioned Annie as she grabbed a mug and fixed herself a cup of the strong, dark liquid.

"Why am I not surprised you gave the cat a name," Eyal chuckled, smiling at the shorter blonde in front of him. "Those are feral cats, wild, born and bred on the street; they are not house pets."

"I know. But they kind of remind me of me, you know? Living on the streets; relying on instinct, tricks, and the kindness of others to survive."

"Oh, Neshama," Eyal placed his coffee on the counter and pulled Annie to his side. "Ginger is lucky to have you. But please, try to keep her outside—she might destroy the upholstery with her claws."

"Deal." Annie just wouldn't mention all the times she had brought the cat into the house when he wasn't around. What Eyal didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?

Taking a drink of her coffee, Annie allowed the hot liquid to warm her. The whole scene felt so normal, so domestic—not at all the life of a spy in the cold.

Rinsing his mug out in the sink, Eyal broke the silence. "I need to report to Mossad for a final briefing and then to the airport soon." He hated to leave her again, but he was needed in South Africa to catch a man dealing in both illegal diamonds and intelligence.

"I know. Why do you think that Rivka keeps sending you back out. I thought you were supposed to be on desk duty when in office?"

"I am a wonderful agent," began Eyal with a smirk before once again growing serious, "but who can say when it is Rivka giving the orders. She has plans of her own."

Annie sighed as she finished her cup of coffee. She wanted to have words with Rivka for pulling Eyal away from her, but she understood that he had a duty to his people and to his country. It would be rather depressing to be on her own until he came back.

Suddenly and idea struck her. Walking up to Eyal, she put her arms around his neck and gave him a sly smile.

"I'm off to shower."

Annie lowered her arms and sashayed out of the kitchen.

Five. Four. Three. Two.

"Now Neshama, you weren't trying to go off without me?"

One.

They'd make it a proper farewell. After all, nothing chased away the goodbye blues like shower sex.

*whistles* Guess Annie and Eyal had some fun ;)

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