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Annie had resisted the overwhelming urge to spend the next week at Clay's apartment just in case he came home. As six days, then seven passed, she honestly thought she was going to come out of her skin if he didn't call her. Every night, she lay awake in her own bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if, during that last week, something had gone horrendously wrong.

The night of the eighth day, Annie got ready for bed, throwing herself onto it in frustration, knowing that her dreams would be restless, if she even managed to fall asleep.

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"I'm glad to hear it," she told him, finally reaching back for the coffee she'd promised him. "Here."

"I didn't mean to take yours," though he did anyway, enjoying his first sip. It'd been about three weeks since he'd have coffee.

"There's more in the kitchen." Her good mood was only good because he was there with her after being gone for so long. "If I wasn't worried about being late, I'd wake you up other ways."

"Tonight?"

"It's been a month, what's another eight hours?" He got a kiss on his cheek before she rolled out of bed and went on a search for her shoes.

Webb smiled a little, "At least you know I'm safe, the wrist doesn't count."

"Honestly? It wouldn't matter to me if there was no sex. I just missed..." Her voice trailed off as she realized how dependent she sounded when she said it.

Lifting her shoes, she slid them on to her feet and went in search of a second cup of coffee. Trying to make it sound like it was no big deal, she finished, "Just missed having you there to use as a body pillow."

"I was thinking the same thing myself. I liked just sleeping with you last night. I think I missed that more."

"Well, that is because you're old," she said with a grin from over her counter. The sight of him, mostly uninjured and in her bed was so inviting, she could have crawled back in and slept all day. "And you're not used to jet-setting anymore. You're supposed to be at home, waiting for me, not the other way around."

Finishing her cup, she set it in the sink, then picked up her purse. "It would take very little to persuade me to stay here," she murmured as she leaned over to kiss him again. "Coffee's in the pot, key's on the nightstand, gotta go."

"I don't want to keep you."

He smiled just a little, "Have a good day."

Longest. Day. Ever.

Reports, meetings, reports, paperwork, reports. Annie took a short lunch, in hopes that her paperwork would be done sooner. She was wrong. At five-thirty, she left the office and moved across the parking lot at a clipped speed, dialing her phone without looking.

"Hi," It was familiar enough to suggest that Clay actually took the time to look at the number before answering.

"How was your day?"

"Long, but I'm on my way out now." He could probably hear the car starting over the phone. "Where are you?"

"My place. I made the bed and all at yours."

She wasn't sure, but it almost sounded like a non-invitation.

"You didn't have to do that, but I appreciate it." She turned the car toward the guesthouse. "I'm guessing that you found your fish still alive?"

"They're doing just fine. I'm sure they'd love to say 'thank you'"

Which meant of course, he would like to say thank you but it was up to Annie whether or not she would like to join him.

"Yeah?"

Annie paused at the stoplight and then flipped a u-turn. "I couldn't remember their names so I gave them new ones. I think they were happy with the choices."

"They're very happy fish, though none of them said anything about their new names. What did you decide to call them?"

"Sal, Sam and Smokey," she said, utterly serious, blowing through a yellow light. She was two blocks from his house and she couldn't wait to see his reaction.

Webb just laughed, "Why those?"

"Why not? I'm fond of alliteration." She laughed as she pulled into the driveway and then got out, hurrying up the steps. "I'm here."

He hung up the phone and opened the door to his condo, fully expecting to be tackled with a hug.

"hi."

"Dammit!"

She stood there as she looked at him and then shook her head, obviously realizing she'd forgotten something.

"What's the matter?"

"Dinner." She sighed. "I was in such a hurry to get out of there, I totally forgot dinner."

Stepping forward, she threw her arms around his neck, practically tackling him. "I just wanted to be here."

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