I am terribly sorry it took me so long to update-real life knocked me down-but now I am back. And can officially say that apartment hunting is terribly exhausting and frustrating when you are going to be rooming with someone who currently lives 20 hours away. But I digress . . .
This chapter is one that I have been thinking about since the start of the fic. I really hope you guys enjoy it-I know I certainly had fun writing it.
Disclaimer: Covert Affairs is not mine. I do however have multiple screenshots on my iPhone of Nic Bishops instantaneous reply to a tweet of mine concerning his lines in ep 503 that caused me to have a fangirl meltdown.
~~~MIDNIGHT DEALINGS~~~
Soaking in a bubble bath Annie was trying to keep her mind off of the fact that Eyal was in South Africa and she was stuck in Tel Aviv. To be honest she missed the action of being in the field, the adrenaline pumping as she raced to take down a criminal. She missed the conversations between herself and Auggie, the simplicity of a Friday night beer and pizza.
She did not miss the lying, though. How could she when she was living a lie halfway around the world from Langley? Lies were an integral part of her life now.
Maybe that was why she and Eyal got along so well. They both knew what it was like for the lies to consume you and tear your life apart. The sacrifices. Annie had lost her sister and nieces first. Now she had lost her entire life. And Eyal . . . he had lost a wife and child. Oh, he still saw his son occasionally, but Annie could see the pain in his eyes whenever he spoke of his son. The pain and the love.
And he was sacrificing for her as well. Eyal was a top field agent, often stationed in many different countries, and yet he had opted for desk duty so as to take care of her. It was truly sweet and proved exactly how willing Eyal was to change his plans for those he cared about.
Annie knew he cared about her. As she stepped stood up and wrapped one of the fluffy brown towels around her, she smiled thinking about their goodbye in the shower. It had been sensual and sweet and proof that they truly cared for one another. There had been love present—the actions in the shower performed almost reverently gave no room for anything else.
Making her way into the bedroom, Annie noticed that there was a light left on in the kitchen. That was odd . . . she'd made sure to turn off all the lights before drawing a bath.
Her instincts kicked in, telling her that she was not alone. There was someone else there with her, and they were not necessarily friendly.
"Hello, Miss Walker."
Annie turned swiftly, tightly grasping her towel, only to see none other than Rivka Singer standing in the shadows.
"RIvka."
What was Eyal's boss doing in his home? Had something happened? Or did she want something more sinister?
Straightening herself from her slight crouch, Annie met Rivka's eyes—she would not back down. "Forgive me for not letting you in personally." The because you broke in before i even knew you were here was understood.
"You are an interesting woman, Miss Walker," commented RIvka, moving into the light and taking a seat at the table. "Sit, sit, I insist."
Annie complied.
"As I said, you are an interesting woman. A CIA agent who fakes her death and then when the time comes and she could go home, no questions asked, she vanishes from the radar and comes to Tel Aviv." Rivka looked at Annie closely as though to study her.
"You and I both know my return would have elicited plenty of questions." Annie was firm—this was not a time for games. "Look, Rivka, Ms. Singer, it's late and I would really like to go to bed, so if we could hurry this along that would be great."
"I can understand why he is so fond of you, Miss Walker, but as of late he has become compromised as an agent—too focussed on what is waiting for him at home."
"And how am I supposed to fix that?"
Rivka smiled, a predatory expression that caused Annie to wonder if perhaps she had said the wrong thing.
"By working with Mossad, unofficially, until the time you have your surgery and decide to return to the United States . . . or perhaps until you die. Whichever comes first."
Annie frowned. "And why would I ever work for you? What has Mossad ever done for me?" It was more demand than question.
"Why Miss Walker, how do you think that you have stayed off of Langley's radar as long as you have? I knew you were here the instant you entered my country. You are a threat, but also an asset. Mossad can use you, even with your heart the way it is."
Annie made a face, preparing to interrupt.
"And yes, we know about your heart. I may be able to help you, get you higher on the list. But first you must agree to work with Mossad."
Annie felt trapped. If she didn't agree she knew that Rivka would turn her into every foreign agency, every clandestine service she could. She would be dragged back to the States, to Langley, away from Eyal.
"What do I have to do?"
Rivka stood to leave, placing a sealed envelope on the table.
"Read the file, and then call me. We will have much to talk about."
I wonder what is in the file?
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