Since I ran out of pairings, I decided to do a two parter HOLIX story. This takes place after my season 7.
I do not own.
"I'll be back by this evening." Six told Rebecca as they walked to the hanger.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I can cancel the reservations, just in case."
"No need." Six said.
"Then we're still on for tonight?" Rebecca asked.
"Of course." Six stated.
"But you'll call, if you're going to be late?" She continued to ask.
Six turned to her. They were at the entrance of the hanger. "Don't worry."
Rebecca sighed. "I'm not worried. It's just that you've been underestimating your missions. It's okay if you can't make it back for dinner…" A finger on her lips stopped her talking.
"That was just one time. I'll be back in time for our dinner date tonight." He said.
When she looked incredulously at him, he leaned over and gave her a quick peck. "I promise."
"I'll meet you at the restaurant." She said with a smile.
He gave a small smile back and nodded. Six walked through the doors to his jet. A grunt handed him a clipboard.
"Everything ready?" Six asked curtly.
"Yes, sir. Agent Rex is waiting for you by your jet." He answered.
"Good." Six handed back the clipboard. Walking around one of the tanks he arrived at his jet. Rex was already there. He was leaning against the side with his arms crossed.
"Took you long enough, old man. Taking your time saying good-bye with the misses?" He grinned cheekily.
"Get in, unless you want to walk." Six stated as he settled himself into his jet.
"I can fly, remember?" Rex snorted.
"Very well." Six started to close the hatch.
"Wait, wait, wait…" Rex said alarmed. "It's over 10,000 miles."
"Then you better start going." Six observed dryly.
"You're upset about the old man comment, aren't you?" Rex asked while the hatch closed. Six waved as his jet started moving toward the opened doors.
Rex scowled watching Six's jet leave. Then as it reached the door, it stopped. The hatch opened.
"Coming?" Six called back.
Rex's expression softened and he ran to the jet. Jumping in, the hatch closed.
"You're getting soft." Rex said.
"Do you want me to eject you?" Six asked flatly.
"Comment withdrawn." Rex quickly said.
Six nodded satisfied.
0o0
Rebecca finished her work early… or rather she left the rest to her co-workers. She quickly showered and dressed. Six always did something special for her on Valentine's Day. And this was their first Valentines' Day as a married couple. Unfortunately, Six was called away on a mission with Rex. Something about terrorists taking over a government building. Six had insisted it would be a quick in and out. He, however, said the same thing about another mission a week ago. He didn't come back till three days later, battered and bruised. It appeared the mission was a tad harder than he had anticipated. Rebecca tried not to worry. When Six made a promise, he always kept it. She hummed as she put on her make-up and did her hair a little differently. Instead of her tight bun, she went for a looser updo. Going to her closet she pulled out a new dress that she had been dying to wear out somewhere. After she was done, she studied herself in the mirror. Not bad she thought. Grabbing her purse, she stepped outside to get to her car.
"Looking good, Doc." Bobo called out to her when she walked passed.
"Thank you, Bobo." She said simply.
"Hope, Six gets there on time." Bobo said.
"He will." Rebecca said with the confidence she didn't feel. She entered the hanger and walked to where her car was parked. Agents turned to look at her. One was looking so intently that he didn't notice the parked jet. He walked right into the wing and fell flat on the ground. Holiday reached her blue car, a Christmas present from Six.
She drove to the restaurant. Arriving at the restaurant, she allowed the valet to take her car. When she walked in the maitre d immediately greeted her and led her to a table. He pulled out the seat and she sat down. She smiled and thanked him. He left her and a waiter appeared. Asking if she wanted anything, she declined and told him she was waiting for someone. He sagely nodded and offered her water and a bread basket. Then he left her alone. Rebecca checked her watched. She was a little early, but not too bad. She waited… and waited… and waited.
The restaurant was only half full when she arrived. It was now bustling with activity. She felt bad that she occupied the table while the line at the door started to get long. Pulling out her phone, she checked to see if anyone called. There was nothing. Where could he be?
To be continued…