[Long Term & Undercover] ... post wedding

They had been married all of three weeks. Three weeks, two of which were spent on their honeymoon, another holiday spent over the 4th of July and then the orders had come down: a long term, undercover assignment spent in Eastern Europe. The details had been clear enough that she knew that contact would be, at best, minimum and at worst nil.

It had been rough. Infiltration had been difficult, the contacts weak. Building from the ground up had taken her nearly two months alone. From there, it had become a matter of trust and diligence and she'd gone on to perform her job admirably. After five and a half months of scraping by, sending only intelligence reports back stateside through extremely secure channels, she was finally coming home.

Her arrival back in Washington had all the subterfuge of the mission itself and she'd been whisked straight to Langley for an eight hour debrief, broken in half by a sandwich and a 12oz can of Pepsi. When she was finally released, after her second polygraph, and thanks to 'Agent Webb', she stood blinking at the fluorescent lights as she shook the hand of the person who'd been her contact the entire time.

Only then was she allowed to see other people.