Thanks for begin so patient, guys! Apartment hunting is not easy business and I am so ready to be done.

Here is the next installment :)

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~~~RETURNS AND WORRIES~~~

Eyal knew something was wrong the moment he exited the airport. His trip had been tiring and he was more than ready for a simple night in with Annie. Perhaps they would enjoy a nice bottle of wine and watch a movie together?

Looking toward their designated tree, he nearly stopped short when he noticed that Annie was nowhere to be seen. She had told him to expect her there, waiting with a smile and a sign. And yet she was not there as she had promised.

Whipping out his cell, Eyal dialed the number of the burner phone they'd purchased for her and waited with bated breath as it rang.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

"Hello, you've reached Lisa Moore. I can't come to the phone right now, so if you could leave your information I will get back to as soon as I can. Thank you!"

Voicemail.

"I'm back and do not see you—you must have been held up. I'll meet you at home. Call me, bye."

There. He'd left a short, incredibly normal sounding message that if picked up by any casual observer would not raise any alarms. Now to hail a cab and regroup at the flat. Hopefully Annie had simply fallen asleep; after all, she had been much more fatigued lately than normal. She tried to fight it and keep him from noticing, but he was too good and caught her every time.

That did not stop him from worrying his entire commute home, however. No, his Neshama was his responsibility and if something happened to her, he would never forgive himself.

When he arrived at the flat, Eyal began cataloging everything in sight for changes since he was last there. Everything looked to be in orders, but appearances could be deceiving. Approaching the door he found it unlocked. Perhaps Annie was home?

Making his way inside, everything was quiet. There was no one in the kitchen, just the remnants of a half-eaten breakfast. Annie had been there earlier, so where was she now?

Quietly padding into the bedroom, Eyal received his answer: Annie lay sprawled across the bed, covers askew, completely asleep.

He allowed himself to smile at the sight. Her blonde hair a mess of tangles and her face serene, Annie looked as though he imagined she did when young, before Langley had even crossed her mind. Happy. Carefree. That was the Annie that Eyal wanted to get to know, to see what brought her to choose the life of a spy. Everyone had a reason. Being a patriot had nothing to do with it.

Stretching for a moment, he could still feel in his bones that something was not quite right, but for now he would content himself that Annie was safe with him.

The afternoon was slowly turning into evening—it was about time he began preparing dinner. The smell of his cooking usually made Annie come running; perhaps it would be enough to wake Sleeping Beauty from her slumber.

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