AN: Final chapter! A million thanks to every reviewer – you guys encouraged me so much. I love all silent readers, too, and I'm happy you liked it enough to get this far. To know other people enjoyed this really meant everything as I was writing it.

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After they got out of Donatacci's limo, they were ushered into a nearby building. The ground floor was a large, empty room. It appeared to be a former office building that had been stripped of most furniture and the partitions that formed cubicles. A few desks and chairs were left haphazardly around.

"Welcome to my office," he told them, motioning for them to sit in a few nearby chairs.

Callen automatically checked for exits and saw two at either end of the room. Too far away to make it with no cover, and the closest exit was behind Donatacci and his two men. "Did you take over an insurance company? You could stand to redecorate."

"Trust me, it was this depressing when it was in use," Donatacci informed him. "It's an out of the way place to finish our business."

Callen had it mostly figured out. "Let me guess, this building can't be connected to you."

"I don't own it, if that's what you're asking." He moved toward Nell and stopped abruptly when Callen stepped into his path. "I think you have the wrong impression. We're friends here. Sit, I insist."

Callen glanced over his shoulder at Nell and then nodded that she should do as the older man asked.

She pulled out a chair from the closest desk and gingerly sat down, relieved when it didn't collapse under her. "Yeah, I'm getting a real friendly vibe. If you murder your friends."

Donatacci laughed. "I do like you. You have…what's it called? Gumption. You remind me of my wife."

"Is she like you?" Nell asked. "Trying to intimidate people into doing what you want?"

"Don't pretend to be ignorant; it doesn't become you. When you play with fire you might get burned." He studied her a bit too intensely. "I get the feeling you've been where I'm standing far more times than you'll ever admit. How many men have you burned?"

She had to look away, a deep feeling of unease spreading through her.

Callen didn't like the direction of the conversation and tried to get Donatacci to refocus on him. "We'll do what you want and we can go our separate ways."

Donatacci snapped his fingers and one of his men handed Nell a laptop. "My money."

She pulled up his bank's website and the website of the bank she supposedly worked at. Eric had created it, and she knew it was a very real possibility she might not be able to pull this off without him to talk her through the protocols. They'd heard nothing over the comms since before they got into the limo.

It didn't get any easier when the man behind her pressed a gun into her shoulder. "Go faster."

Before Callen could react, Donatacci held up his own gun. "Think carefully about every move you make from this point on."

Nell was used to working under pressure, though it wasn't usually this direct. She turned to the man behind her. "Can you give me some space?" It only made him dig the gun further into her shoulder and she debated if shoving her chair back into him would result in her immediate death. Quite possibly.

Callen couldn't remember a time when he'd had to keep his emotions in check the way he was today. He'd gone from wanting to talk his way out, to wanting to escape, to wanting to kill everyone. And making them suffer, on top of it.

He tried to analyze everything he knew about Salvatore Donatacci from the past few weeks. Though the man was ruthless, he did have a soft spot for his wife and daughters, which gave him an idea. "Please, you're terrifying my wife."

Nell jerked her head up at that, because although she was scared, she was hardly on the brink of falling apart. At least, not yet. Her puzzled glance only made him look more exasperated. If that was possible. "I'm not –"

"How is she supposed to work like this?" Callen's voice was unnaturally loud, trying to drown out whatever she'd planned to say next. "Your man over there is practically making her cry."

Oh. Ohhhh. She turned her head away from them and tried to inject as much teariness into her voice as possible. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Let me help her," Callen said, taking a few steps before Donatacci could respond. "I can calm her down. Or do you want to risk that she might not be able to do it because you get off on terrorizing defenseless women?"

Donatacci hesitated, then gestured for his man to back off from Nell and give her some space. Callen didn't risk asking, lest he be turned down, and walked over to Nell. He was relieved to make it to her side without getting shot, and knelt down next to her chair.

She took advantage of the newfound space by sending Eric a message, hoping he'd be able to decipher it and get a GPS location from the laptop she was using. If the team really had lost them, they were probably frantic by now.

"I'm defenseless, huh?" She chided.

"Luckily for us, he's never seen you in action." He took her hand, linking their fingers together, and hoped it looked like they were both distressed (it probably wasn't that much of a stretch). "I knew you'd understand. Put your master skills of emotional manipulation to use. Throw in some fake tears."

"Because I'm a woman."

"Because you're a superb agent."

She swiveled the chair and gave him an arch look. "Well-played."

He brought her hand up to kiss it. "I thought so."

Donatacci and his men were talking in hushed tones across the room. He wondered if they were discussing what to do with him and Nell…after.

"What's wrong?" She recognized the telltale signs of worry on his face.

"Nothing."

His uncertainty jarred her out of complacency. "You know, I was doing okay, but the more time that passes where we don't hear from them…I'm not so sure."

His heart sank. "Nell."

"I'm okay."

"I don't believe you."

She leaned closer to him. "Because you know me."

Yeah. He did. And he would do anything to get them out of this. "Any progress with the transfer?"

She turned back to the laptop without answering. Not a good sign. He stood up and braced a hand on the desk to look closer at the screen, wondering if he could help. No, definitely not – he had no idea what she was typing.

"I'll do what I can, though I don't know how successful it will be without Eric helping me. I sent him a message, I hope he gets it."

It was better than nothing. "Stay calm. I have a plan."

"Want to fill me in?"

He hesitated. "Well…um…"

"You don't have a plan!" She said, aghast, as she turned back to him.

"I have…the frameworks of a plan. It involves a lot of stalling."

"Honestly, I don't know how you and Sam come back from any operation alive."

"We don't get into that many dangerous situations."

"Let me think about only the past month. You got yourselves locked in a submarine. With a bomb. And terrorists. Who were trying to kill you."

"Okay, you may have a point. That was only one day, though."

"One day," she repeated. "One of the worst days of my life."

"Hey, it was no picnic for us, either. And we got out of it, remember? A little old-fashioned ingenuity and it's possible to get out of almost anything."

"You two better be discussing how to get my money in the next ten minutes," Donatacci called.

"I'll figure it out," she told Callen, "and once they think they have their money, they'll let us go."

He couldn't pull any punches – she had to know the truth. "Nell, they're not going to let us go."

"No, he said –"

"Nell," he stopped her, torn at how much he envied her desperate optimism. "He's lying."

She wondered how far denial would get her. "What if –"

"He plans to kill us the first chance he gets. Before he suspected us, we might have had a shot, but now we don't. We have to come up with an alternative."

"I'm not good at dying, Callen," her voice was tinged with panic. "I don't have any practice!"

"Neither one of us is dying tonight." He gripped her shoulders to get her attention. "Do you doubt me?"

She took in his determination. "No, I don't."

"Good, that's what I want to hear," he said firmly. "Do whatever you can. Steal the money for all I care."

"Granger will love that," she muttered.

"One more thing for him to bitch at us about. I won't mind if we're alive."

"I'm getting impatient," Donatacci told them.

Callen went back over to try and reason with him, and give Nell more time. She did the best she could, all things considered. Unfortunately, after another five minutes, Donatacci decided he was tired of waiting.

"Get up," Donatacci ordered, and one of his men grabbed her arm to drag her over to him. "Is this a joke to you?"

"I'm working on it. I'm nearly –"

"I suppose you need more motivation." His tone was unnaturally calm. He nodded to the man next to her, and she had no time to prepare before he hit her across the face, gun still in his hand which meant it hurt ten times more than it should have. She stayed on her feet through sheer force of will. She couldn't see Callen, but she sensed him about to move and held up a hand to stop him in his tracks.

He heeded the silent message to stay put, aware she was trying to protect him. If he stepped in, he'd probably end up dead for it. He thought it might be worth it when she straightened and he saw the red mark blooming on her cheek.

Then he thought of how pissed she'd be at him if he got himself killed, and used that to keep from emotionally reacting.

"You've made a horrible mistake," he told Donatacci, both as a warning and to distract him from Nell.

"I'm trying to speed things along, and I hardly think you're in a position to do anything about it."

"It's not what I'm going to do," Callen informed him, meeting Nell's gaze. "It's what she's going to do."

That surprised Donatacci, who looked back at Nell. She didn't appear dangerous to anyone under normal circumstances, and looked even less so now, as she held her hand to her cheek. Callen wasn't worried; she never failed to use her nonthreatening appearance to gain the upper hand.

"I know it must be distressing to see your wife injured. If she'd done what I asked, we wouldn't be in this situation right now." Donatacci examined his gun and reconsidered his strategy. "Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. Should I hurt you next?"

Nell's blood ran cold, and she tried to show no reaction. She prayed Callen wouldn't do anything rash, either. She went back to the laptop and started typing. She couldn't do what he wanted, but she could surely lie about it. "There, you have your money."

She met Callen's eyes, trying to tell him to be ready. When the man who'd hit her walked over to collect the laptop, she held it up and then, at the last second, threw it at him. She wasn't expecting to do much damage, just stun him for a moment, and it had the intended effect. She lunged at him, her main priority on securing the gun he held, and they both hit the floor hard.

She hoped Callen took advantage of the chaos to turn on Donatacci. She couldn't risk looking over to see how he was faring, though she hoped he was having an easier time than she was.

She'd hated this guy even before he hit her, and it made it easy to be as vicious as possible. She got lucky when he grabbed hold of her from behind, and she elbowed him in the ribs as hard as she could. He loosened his grip on his gun and she managed to take it away, spinning around to face him. She didn't have time to order him to stay still because he instantly grabbed for her again, and she shot him in the shoulder.

She whirled around to find Callen struggling with Donatacci, and she couldn't help him because she didn't have a clear shot. She noticed that Donatacci's other man was on the floor, clutching his knee, and she surmised he'd been injured trying to help his boss. He raised his weapon and she screamed at him to stop. He ignored her, and she deliberately shot him in the knee he'd already injured. Her marksmanship lessons were paying off.

She kicked the gun away from where he'd dropped it, not that he seemed like much of a threat anymore, writhing in pain and bleeding everywhere.

Callen almost had Donatacci, but Nell was in a possible direct path if the gun went off in the struggle. He couldn't risk it, and let go of him. Donatacci grabbed him and used him as a shield from Nell.

"What'd I say? You made a mistake," Callen told him, and of course he could still come across as smug when he had a gun at his back. "She took down both your men. Now you're outnumbered."

Donatacci ignored him. "Nell, this is where I tell you that if you don't want to be a widow, drop your weapon."

"And if I do? You'll kill him and then me. At least this way I can kill you right after you kill him."

Callen had to admit she made sense. "Always thinking, honey."

"I know you'd want me to survive over yourself."

"I am selfless, one of my many positive attri–"

"Shut up!" Donatacci yelled, and it was obvious he was losing control, which did not bode well.

"Shoot him," Callen urged her. "Don't worry about me."

She couldn't risk it. "Let him go. It's over."

He started backing up toward the nearest exit, pulling Callen with him. "I disagree."

"I don't," another voice called out, and everyone turned to see Sam in the doorway, his gun trained on Donatacci. "I'd say she's right. It's over. Drop the gun."

Donatacci reluctantly lowered his weapon and put his hands up. Nell couldn't remember such an overwhelming feeling of relief in her entire life. She dropped her guard and considered collapsing to the floor.

She didn't see it when the man behind her – the one she'd disarmed and shot in the shoulder – pulled out a second weapon and aimed it at her. Callen saw, and time slowed to an almost non-existent point. He didn't have time to shout her name, and he'd never reach her in time – on the off-chance he did, they'd probably both be shot. He launched himself at her anyways, and when shots rang out, he thought about what it would mean to die right then. He'd almost died a few times in his life, yet none of them compared to this moment. If he had to go, it might as well be with her, because he didn't know how he'd live without her.

They both ended up on the floor and he honestly didn't know if either of them had been shot, he just held onto her as hard as he could and tried to keep breathing.

"Got him!" Deeks yelled as he walked over, and Callen realized that the shots he'd heard had been Deeks as he fired at the man aiming for Nell. Deeks knelt down next to them. "Are you two okay?"

Callen looked Nell over for wounds and then turned her around. Nothing. She hadn't been shot. Neither had he, for that matter. He hugged her tightly and then let go of her to grab Deeks, hugging him just as fiercely. He couldn't convey his gratitude in words, which probably didn't matter when he considered that he couldn't have spoken even if he'd tried.

"What…?" Nell was thoroughly confused. "Am I missing something?"

"No," Deeks told her, standing up when Callen let him go. "Nothing at all. Sorry that we lost you for a few minutes there. Nell, you should know that Eric tracked you down with that message you sent." He looked back and forth between them, taking in the growing bruise on Nell's cheek. "I'll get the EMTs over here."

Callen managed to pull himself together. "If Deeks hadn't…"

"Hey, we're okay. That's what matters."

He couldn't look away from her face. "I'm sorry. This is my fault. I shouldn't have –"

"Don't you dare. I make my own choices and I wanted to be here." She looked around. "I mean, not on the floor."

He got up and pulled her after him, then brushed his thumb over her injured cheek, lightly enough that she didn't flinch. "I'd kill him for this. I wish I could fix it."

She placed her hand over his. "I don't want you to. I earned it."

She leaned against him, resting her uninjured cheek against his shoulder. He allowed himself a moment to breathe her in, and thought about the words she hadn't said. "It's not about taking anything away."

She shut her eyes. "I know."

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It was a few days later before Hetty allowed Nell to return to work. She didn't appreciate the forced time off. At least her cheek looked significantly better and she didn't feel she had to use half of her make-up to cover her face before leaving the house.

"Back already?" Sam asked. He'd come up behind her as she studied her face in a decorative mirror near his desk.

"My sentence was up."

Callen spoke from where he was sitting at his desk. "Taking a few days off after a stressful and traumatic experience is not a 'sentence'. I wish she'd made me stay home." He was flipping through paperwork, remembering how terrible this part of his job was. He was tempted to throw everything away and tell Hetty he'd never received any of it (she'd know the truth).

"You should have taken off a week or two," Kensi told Nell. "Or three. You earned it."

"Like all of you take off weeks at a time?" She asked, and no one responded. "That's what I thought."

"I could be persuaded to take a few weeks off," Deeks said. "It'd do me some good."

"You not being here for two weeks? That'd be a nice vacation for us," Sam agreed, then turned to his partner. "Why didn't you make her stay home longer?"

"Have you met her? It was hard enough to get her to wait the three days Hetty insisted upon."

"And here I thought you had some sway."

Callen considered that. "I can sway her when she wants to be swayed. Does that count?"

Nell didn't think they'd ever get over their habit of talking about her as if she weren't in the room. "I'm fine, you can hardly tell anything happened. See?" The side of her face had a slight bruise, and she knew she was lucky it hadn't been much worse.

Sam tipped her head to the side. "You're right, I don't think it's too bad. You shouldn't be here, though. You're a special type of crazy. Or dedicated. I can't decide."

Callen held up one finger. "I vote the first one."

"No one asked you." She absently touched her cheek and winced. It might look better, but it was still pretty sore. Especially if she prodded it, which she'd developed a habit of doing without thinking about it.

Deeks kicked his chair out for her to sit down. "I have more good news. Since the operation is over, you're no longer Mrs. White. I hereby officially grant you a divorce." He handed her a packet of papers, and she skimmed them in disbelief to see he'd drawn up fake divorce papers.

"You have way too much time on your hands," she chastised.

"Nah, I just printed that off the internet and filled in the names. Took no more than half an hour."

"Her point stands, too much time," Callen confirmed.

"Just out of curiosity," she faux whispered to Deeks, "how much could I get?"

"Half of everything he owns," Deeks declared, giving Callen a quick once-over. "By the look of him today, you'd walk away with a solid $20 and half a dozen button down shirts."

Callen walked over (presumably to show off his shirt) and tugged at his sleeves. "These are quality."

Nell got up and gave the papers back to Deeks. "I'll wait, just in case he wins the lottery."

She tried to leave – she had paperwork of her own, after all – but Callen stopped her. "Don't think you can walk away the second the truth comes out."

"Don't win the lottery and you won't have anything to worry about," she said, and he didn't find it reassuring.

He turned to Sam. "Maybe I'd like to be a bachelor again. We could hit the clubs, it'd be like the good old days."

"What 'good old days'? When did we ever go to clubs?"

"When we were trying to infiltrate that Russian –"

"Undercover does not count," Sam interrupted.

"Don't let me stop you from going out and having fun," Nell told them. "Far be it from me to keep you from having a good time."

"What does that mean?" Callen was instantly suspicious of her tone.

"Kensi and I can go out, too. What do you say? Girls' night?"

"Hell yeah," Kensi agreed, high fiving her. "It's been way too long."

"Wait a minute," Deeks said. "I don't like this idea. It sounds like a terrible time. And bad for you. I vote against it."

Kensi elbowed him. "Nell wants to have fun. Clearly something she's not getting at home."

Deeks didn't know how much more of this he could take. First Callen, now Kensi? "Nell, stop corrupting members of this team!"

Callen ignored them to square off with Nell. "Fine, me and Sam'll go out. You and Kensi will go out. Deeks will sit at home alone. Everyone will be happy!"

Deeks wouldn't be happy, he knew that much. He dared to interrupt the escalating staring match between Callen and Nell by taking her arm and asking, "You want that divorce now, right? Because I can make it happen. All I have to do is put your real names in there."

She smiled at him. "You know, I often think of the other options out there for –"

Callen kissed her, preventing her from finishing the sentence. It went against every rule they had – both personal, and the ones established by NCIS. He didn't care about the rules (he never had, to be honest, he only attempted to follow them for her sake). He tried to convey how much he loved her, and how he didn't know what he'd do without her. She gasped when he gently bit her lip and opened her mouth to his, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Nell meant to push him away, because they were at work and they had to at least try to follow the rules. Despite her best intentions, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, instead. She was struck by how he felt both familiar and new at the same time. She knew she should be over it by now, even as she hoped she never would be.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind them caused her to abruptly push him away. Callen tried to catch hold of her before he regained his wits and looked up to see the Assistant Director a few feet away, watching them.

"That was completely inappropriate, Agent Callen," Nell scolded, trying to keep the laughter out of her voice. "We're at work."

"Me!" He held up his hands in dismay. "That was all you. Attacking me."

Everyone watched in rapt attention to see what Granger would do. He took in their little act (as if he weren't used to it by now) and wondered again when he was eligible for early retirement. "This. This is you two making my job a thousand times harder than it has to be."

"Ah, but we more than make up for it, don't we?" Callen asked.

"A fact which has saved you more times than I can count," Granger had to concede.

"In our defense…" Callen couldn't think of anything other than the truth, "we're married."

"Which is why we have the rules!" Granger insisted. "It's been almost two years, and we're still having this conversation."

Deeks couldn't believe that much time had passed already. "To think I bet they'd only last a year! They've defied expectations, I think that deserves some congratulations, don't you, Assistant Director?" He was trying to lessen the tension. It didn't work.

Granger heaved a long suffering sigh. The Callens were the worst headache he had – ironic since they were also two of the best agents in the building. "You two are lucky you're as good at your jobs as you are."

"And we've never given you a reason to split us up, have we?" Callen asked. He knew Granger constantly had to defend them, which made him pretty irritable on the topic. Even though NCIS had granted him and Nell an exception to the rules to allow them to continue working together, they still weren't supposed to be in the field together under any circumstances. Too bad he'd completely thrown that out the window on this case. Oh well, he'd never been a fan of rules, especially ones that interfered with his job. (Especially ones that kept him away from Nell.)

"I can't say you have," Granger admitted.

Nell worried far more than Callen about the regulations of NCIS; she couldn't help it. She'd been (and technically still was) the newest member of their team. If anyone had to go, it would be her. It didn't matter if Callen left with her – she'd forever feel guilty about costing him his career, one of the things he valued most in his life.

"Assistant Director, we worked together pretty well on this case." She could only hope it would put to rest the suggestions that the two of them in the field together would be catastrophic. "I think it should be a mark in our favor. We don't want this to be a regular thing, we just don't think we should be punished for how this case played out." She thought for a moment before qualifying, "Or for any future, unforeseeable incidents that may arise."

Granger considered her words. "I actually agree with you, and I'll make the argument. Believe it or not, I have better things to do than to fill out special reports on you two."

"At least we're professional," Nell said. "Five minutes ago notwithstanding."

"Professional for you two is slightly different than for everyone else." Sam paused. "Deeks and Kensi notwithstanding."

Deeks and Kensi immediately started arguing with each other about which of them was more unprofessional.

"Don't even get me started on you two," Granger told them. He was dreading the day he had to officially deal with them, too.

Nell was struck by what Sam had said, and wondered if she'd been blind to behavior that others viewed as strange. "Sam, what do you mean that we're different?"

He hastened to reassure her. "It's nothing bad. You're…close and everyone knows it. It's hard to explain, except to say you make each other better."

Hetty caught his words as she walked over. "I think we all make each other better, Mr. Hanna. What's this office gossip I hear about a divorce?"

"That was only five minutes ago." Deeks couldn't hide his amazement. "Man, people around here talk."

She narrowed her gaze on Callen and Nell. "Do you two realize the amount of work I've put into both of you? You're not to get divorced – I won't allow it!" She was a bit over-dramatic. She must have been taking lessons from Deeks.

"Don't worry, Hetty," Callen declared, "I've decided to keep her." Before Nell could reply to that (or otherwise hurt him) he placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her again.

"Do you people think I'm blind?" Granger didn't know why he bothered. Hetty offered to take him to lunch and he agreed, happy to leave before witnessing anything else he'd have to lie about.

Deeks watched as Callen and Nell broke apart. He considered it a part of his job to harass them at every opportunity. "Come on, guys, what have I told you? This is why we don't allow married couples to go undercover together. No one can stand their sickening displays of affection."

"I think they're sweet. Why aren't you that sweet?" Kensi asked, disapprovingly.

"Because she said 'yes' when Callen proposed to her. Maybe if you say yes one of these days, I'll be that sweet to you."

"Be sweet to me first and I might say yes," Kensi argued.

"That seems kind of backwards to me –" Deeks couldn't continue because Nell launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. He could never pry her off when she did that. "Let go of me. Callen, a little help?"

He should know better; asking Callen for help generally ensured he'd never get it.

Nell eventually let go of him and said innocently, "I heard you talking about displays of affection. I figured you felt left out."

"You're insane, and you're like a foot shorter than me, I should be able to take you."

"You're not paying attention," Nell informed him, then lowered her voice. "Kensi practically told you she would marry you."

"Huh, she kind of did, didn't she?" He glanced at Kensi who was now talking to Sam. "You're very wise."

"I'm always here to point out the obvious to you. Anytime you need."

He kissed her forehead. "You are…a very good friend to me."

"You deserve to be happy," she said, simply. "Keep in mind, I still sometimes want to kill you."

He pushed her backwards for that, and she was about to yell at him when Callen caught her. She hadn't realized he'd been standing behind her. Did Deeks not get this was what led to the 'sometimes wanting to kill him' part? "You're a jerk."

"You think I could hurt you?" Deeks asked.

"I think I could hurt you," she countered.

Callen kissed her above her ear, and then lingered. "As if he wouldn't do anything you asked? Sometimes I wonder if he loves you more than I do."

"I don't think that's possible," Deeks said. From his experience, he didn't know anyone that could top the devotion Callen and Nell had for each other (often to the point of annoying him, directly). "But I could try."

"By all means, take her off my hands from time to time. Whenever she's driving me crazy."

"You think you're so funny. You won't think that later," Nell promised.

"Give him a break, Nell," Deeks said. "He just can't help himself."

"You're like no one else –" Callen would have kept going, but she cut him off with another kiss.

"Yeah, what do the rules matter at this point?" Deeks asked. "You may as well break as many as possible when there's no one around to care."

For once, Callen was on the same page as Deeks. "We'll start fresh tomorrow."

"We'll start now," Nell insisted, putting a few feet between herself and her husband. Both Callen and Deeks appeared skeptical. "We'll at least try."

Callen took a step toward her in blatant challenge.

Well, she'd never promised they'd succeed.

(Truthfully, she had way more fun when they failed.)

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Annnnd that's how I made a one chapter idea into a six chapter story! Anything that didn't make sense along the way should (hopefully) be cleared up by realizing they were married the whole time. I debated putting an established relationship tag on this, but I thought it'd be more fun to write it this way, where you think something is happening between them and then you get to the end and realize, "hey, it already did!"

I would love to know what you thought of the ending. I wanted it to be a romantic twist that also wasn't too surprising. I tried very hard to not give it away, which was easier in the early chapters because they're supposed to act professionally at work. There are clues in every chapter, though, which get more obvious as the story goes along. I won't waste time listing them all here (message me if you want to know more), but my favorite is that the wedding ring Nell puts on in chapter 4 is her own.

I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you had as much fun reading it!