A/N: Bosley342 (Elizabeth Banks) is actually Rebecca so I've edited the past chapters and changed it moving forward.
Adley left the safehouse dressed in leggings and a long top, in one of the more discreet cars available and headed for the location Bos had sent her. She arrived at a townhouse she'd never seen and pulled her car into the garage to hide her car.
She found a door that led up a flight of stairs into a large open space. Her eyes locked onto Bos, who was sitting at the island within the kitchen in front of a tablet and a laptop.
He turned at the sound of her footsteps, "I'm glad you made it. Come take a seat. Can I get you anything?" his voice was much calmer than she expected considering all the circumstances going on around the two of them.
"Just a water," she replied causing him to stand up, "Are you working on your theory about the mole?"
Bos handed her a bottle of water, knowing she liked them room temp he always had some around, and nodded, "I learned shortly after my retirement that someone had placed a tracker into my body through my drink which wasn't my initial alert but more of a confirmation of the suspicions I already had," he answered.
Adley took a deep breath as she took a seat next to Bos and glanced down at his work, "Who do you think it is?"
He leaned back after reclaiming his spot and crossed his arms, "Should we discuss other matters first?"
She shook her head, "I'd rather start with the mole and then move on to more personal matters, if that's ok. I'm honestly still too nervous to hear your reaction," she confessed.
"If that's what you want," Bos replied, "I find that perfectly acceptable." He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her temple before he began breaking down his theory, "You're going to find this hard to hear," he prefaced, "But, all of my research is pointing to Rebecca as the mole. I believe she placed the tracker in my person because she suspected that I was on to her."
Adley's expression showed much less shock than Bos had expected to see. Before he could ask, she began to explain.
"If I hadn't been interacting with her over the past two days, I would never agree with this," she began, "She already knew I was pregnant which seems to be more information than she should readily have available. And, she knew exactly where we were going to be during our mishap mission and after. Only Edgar, Elena, and the three of us knew," she shared while agreeing with his research.
Bos nodded, "That certainly does add more credibility to my suspicions. Does she know about our thoughts? Is it possible to tell?" he inquired, more intrigued by his mole theory than ever.
Adley responded with a shrug, "I can't really tell. I've been too distracted to really know what's going on around me. I know that goes against everything from my training but it's the truth," she took a deep breath, "We can discuss the other situation now unless you're prepared to cut ties with me completely, then I'm good to keep talking about Bosley 342," she awkwardly transitioned.
"Do you really believe that's how I would feel?" Bos responded tenderly while wrapping his arm around her waist.
She bit her lip, "I really don't know. I never expected our relationship, or whatever we want to call it, would take a turn like this," she answered honestly.
Bosley leaned in closer so he could close the gap between them and placed his lips to hers while shifting her position and placing her on the island in front of him.
"I would love nothing more than to take our relationship to the next step," he whispered against her cheek, "You can still be an Angel if you choose. Once this mole situation is handled, we can do anything we like," he added before resuming their kiss with one hand grasping her neck and the other running up the leggings that covered her thighs. His actions sent shivers down her spine.
"Are you serious?" she asked while partially breathless, "I hoped you would say something like that but I didn't want to be unrealistic," she admitted.
Bos smiled against her lips, "Yes, I am quite serious," he confirmed as his traveling hand made its way underneath her top so he could delicately pull it off.