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Ingrid swayed on her feet, her knees already protesting movement this late in the evening. Her whole body seemed to be demanding she listen to Leon and come to bed. It probably had been trying to tell her for a while, but she just wasn’t listening to it. As Leon led her back towards their room, she limped alongside him, using him as a crutch. The comfiest crutch she’d ever had. 

“I just wanted to get it done as soon as I could, but then it all just came apart, and every time I thought I was close to being done, there was something I missed,” she huffed into his chest. 

Her glasses were pinching her nose as she smushed her face against him. As soon as her legs hit the mattress, she let go of Leon and crawled over his side of the bed to her own. She took off her glasses and dropped them on the bedside table before rolling over and holding her arms out for Leon.

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“You sure?” she asked, studying his facial expressions, looking for any tell that would reveal all was not completely well. He seemed okay now. His shoulders were less bunched up and his eyes seemed less glassy. He felt more present, especially as she felt his thumb rubbing at her back where he held her through her suit jacket. She brushed his bangs out of his eyes, generally fussing over him like she always did when she had the chance. Any opportunity to touch and fawn over him, she took.

“I can bring my work in here and keep you company if you’d like,” she offered. She leaned against his chest, curling one hand into his dress shirt and the other into the baby hairs on the back of his neck. Her head was nestled against his shoulder. “At least until the end of the work day. I don’t have to stay late today. Especially if you’re feeling down.”

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Ingrid still watched him from the corner of her eye with concern every once in a while. It wasn’t good for him to keep running himself ragged like this. That was the pot calling the kettle black. She wanted to tell him it was silly to keep himself awake just for something as silly as having dinner with her. But, he seemed determined, so she instead said nothing. It was flattering, knowing he was making spending time with her a priority even though he didn’t have to.

She smiled at his compliment. “You’re just saying that because neither of us can turn off work, and we feed off each other,” she teased as she turned at an intersection. “But I won’t lie that some company would be nice. I usually don’t do company. My apartment’s too small to do much socializing with more than just one person. So I’m glad it’s you.” 

The drive was calm. Traffic moved quickly, and Ingrid knew enough about the DC streets to keep off main roads filled with tour buses. Her eyes traced the roadway until she spotted the bakery she lived above. She pulled into park on the sidewalk and pulled the keys from the vehicle. “Home sweet home,” she said with a smile.

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“Don’t worry about any mess. The floor is easy to clean.” Ingrid chuckled and smiled fondly at him even though he didn’t see it. “There he is,” she said using her index finger to lift his chin so he’d look at her. “There’s the Leon I know.” 

She realized he was tired, and this mission–like all missions–strung him out mentally and physically. It hurt sometimes to see him injured or just drooped like a wilted flower when he came in from the airport. It was good to see him smiling. See those boyish dimples under his pale blue eyes. “You don’t have to spend it with me, but I’d like it if you did. Maybe we try a night in? You seem tired. We can order takeout.”

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Ingrid had been in the middle of trying to reconnect with Leon. Part of that meant trying to find out whatever happened that disconnected them in the first place. She quickly learned it was the work of some third party in the area. Someone didn’t want information going in or out of the village. When she finally did get through, Leon was frantic. 

“That’s impossible Condor One,” Ingrid countered. Krauser was dead. He died in a helicopter accident. They had a funeral for him at the DSO and everything. Though, the casket had been closed. They said it was because the body was horribly mangled and burned. “Black Dragon has been dead for almost three years now.”

The minute he mentioned it was Krauser who found Ms. Graham, she thought he had snapped. The stress of what was happening combined with the ordeal in 1995 had finally made him lose sense. “I…I can try calling the Secret Service and pulling up their interviews. But…Leon are you positive it was him? You need to be sure about this.”

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Leon just felt like he was gutpunched, as helped Luis put the bandage in place on his back, as he had bandaged around the blade in the former scientist's back, as he slumped against a crate. He pulled out the PDA, that he used to communicate with base, as Hunnigan's face with her headset, and desk.

"Roost, this is Condor One! We have a situation, and it's bad! Condition Red. We've been compromised. Call sign Black Dragon is here, in Valdelobos. I say again, Black Dragon is in play!" Leon said, a pained expression on his face, as he held the device, maintaining situational awareness. He had no way of telling if Krauser was gone or not.

"Krauser has flipped. He's betrayed us, and he's sided with Saddler, and has been working with Los Illuminados. I believe he is directly involved with the elimination of Baby Eagle's personal detail, and her abduction, as he had access to her convoy routes. Better get the President and Secretary of Defense, and wake them. Awaiting further instructions, Hunnigan. Standing by."

He saw the stunned look in her eyes, and he took a deep breath, winded from the brief knife fight and confrontation they had, before Luis had broken it up with a quick shot from his Red9 handgun.

"I just don't believe it. And I saw it with my own eyes. Navarro is down, badly injured, and I fought him off, and he has fled the scene."

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I'm getting back into the swing of things. Only owe three more replies! I'll get to them tomorrow as I'm now a very sleepy bean.

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Make sure to fuck the overthinking out of her

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She smiled as he relaxed into her touch. With each knot she encountered, she would rub her thumbs into the area surrounding it before digging into the actual knot itself, giving the gel time to do its job. Then she would use slow circular motions to gently work each kink out of the muscle until it was relaxed and soothed. She was careful to watch for any signs of pain. There weren’t many. She expected it to be mildly uncomfortable as she worked some of the more stubborn tension out, but Leon didn’t seem to mind it. If he didn’t like it, he could easily throw her off him, not that it would take all that to get her to stop. 

With every knot she worked out, she would check in, pressing a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear as she asked if he was still doing okay. It was nice, seeing him slowly easing into a more relaxed, almost sleepy state. The only thing keeping him awake might have been her thumbs and heels of her hands digging into his muscle.

“I carry a lot of tension in my shoulders from work and the wheelchair. I used to have to go to a massage therapist for it. I haven’t had to go in several months though. I’m just mimicking what they do.” After all the kinks in his shoulders were worked loose, she moved down, pressing her fingers into the muscle on either side of the divot where his spine was.

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“Fine then, dad.” Ingrid pouted but didn’t argue any more than that. She saved her work and sat the laptop on the couch, shutting it off with a few keystrokes. 

She knew he was right in the long run. If she didn’t stop now, it’d be past daybreak by the time she did. It irked her to leave it unfinished. Made her chest feel a bit tight and her skin itchy. Slowly, she stood up and started walking towards Leon, only glancing back once. She planted her forehead on his sternum when she did reach him. Now that she was close, she could smell his soap on his skin, feel the warmth of his body radiating towards her. 

She let out a long, noisy breath. “What time is it?” she mumbled as she scooted in closer until she could wrap her arms around his torso.

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Ingrid wouldn’t argue about how terrible of a president Kennedy turned out to be. He went from one disaster to the next. He had political leaders in other countries killed, backed bloodbaths disguised as coups. He had some good policies in the domestic area especially when it came to civil rights, but abroad he was a laughing stock pushing America’s nose where it wasn’t wanted and didn’t belong. Though he wasn’t the first one to do that, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last one. Unlike Leon, she hadn’t been raised to respect governments. Her government as a Romanian orphan had despised her and wanted her and her kind dead. She had no problem being anti-government given the communist regime she struggled to survive under until she was adopted.

Instead of arguing, she listened. That’s what Leon needed from her at the moment: a sympathetic ear. Arguing and debating about their world views could happen at a later date. She patted his arm after his rant and apology. “You’re not telling me anything new,” she added. “I have as high a clearance as you do. I’m well aware the United States isn’t a paragon of virtue. We’re usually part of the problem.”

Her eyebrow shot up at the mention of Ashley Graham. For a moment, she thought he was considering her request for Leon to transfer. It didn’t seem like a position Leon would like. Going from trying to stop bioterrorism to watching the president’s daughter was quite the step down. If he wanted that, she would do her best to help him even if she thought it would make him miserable in the long run. That didn’t seem to be the case though.

“I can try and set up an appointment with the President. I’m sure he would make time for you.”  But then he confirmed he was, in fact, considering it. If he thought the DSO would take their claws out of him without a fight, he was wrong. Leon Kennedy was their best agent. “But I don’t think volunteering for Ms. Graham’s detail is in your best interest. If that’s really what you want, I won’t fight you, but I think it’s a mistake, personally.”

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Ingrid blinked dumbly at Leon as soon as he pulled his lips away from hers. This was…unexpected. They hadn’t known each other for more than a year maybe, and in that time Ingrid hadn’t really seen any signs of attraction. She liked him a lot. More than she should, but she had never seen anything to indicate he felt anything similar towards her. Then again, she was a bit thick when it came to stuff like that. Usually partners in the past had to beat her over the head with anything related to declarations of feelings. 

Her mouth was opening and closing like she was a gasping fish. There were a thousand words trying to get out of her mouth at once as her brain fizzled. Then she felt his thumb at the corner of her mouth, wiping at her skin. She could feel her face burning up with a blush.

“I, uh…so, I wasn’t aware you felt that way, Leon,” she finally managed to get out in one coherent sentence. “We uhm, I don’t…this is harder than I expected it to be,” she admitted with a chuckle.

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You’re not too sensitive. you’re not overreacting. if it hurts you, it hurts you

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oh to lay on someone’s chest as they read to you

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“You can blame yourself for anything if you think about it long enough”

— Friday Night Lights (TV Series 2006–2011)

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