If looks could kill, she'd have been a widow.

"Are you making jokes at a time like this? Seriously?" Her tone was scathing. She stood again, pacing the floor still dressed in nothing but his dress shirt from the night before. Not like she was going to say no to a first class upgrade on a cross-country flight since hey, the Agency didn't splurge like that. "We're going to have to file for an annulment or get a divorce and oh, God. Joan's never letting me out of the bullpen again. Ever."