Doors

[Call to Gabriel R]
[Early morning. Ring.]

[Eloise M]

Left a key for the new place with your maid, in case of emergencies. [...] Your girl is talkative.

[Laura D]

[After this gets forwarded on.]

How many beers did you sink, Blossom? [Nothing posted]

[Public]

I feel like these people run our damn lives, got that confirmed recently. Does a silent voice mean they're less controlling, or just sneakier about it?

[Later, on the night when she gets home from this. She's had more to drink and a night of making out in the back of a movie theater. Left open on the downstairs coffee table as a private draft in her book when she stumbles up to bed.]

Hey you,
I wanted to let you know that thank you. You're nice and you seem nice. And you haven't been an asshole which is good i like that. I like your smile too. It's nice. And your eyes and your scruffy and kissing you. Hands! I like your hands too. A lot. I think about them. Don't tell Max, she'll say something dumb about it. But I do. your hands and your fingers. It's been a really really really really long time since I liked someone's hands. Like that. Like in the way that I want them on me. And in me. Maybe not your whole hands. You have big hands and I don't think that would work. But fingers. Fingers would be really nice. Because yours are thick and they look strong and they make me think about sex. Like every time I see you. Every time. Even when you think I'm not, I sort of am. And when I think about sex, I think about having sex. With you. A lot. And I wonder how it would be. If we'd be good or not. Together. I think we might. I think we should try. Maybe soon. Please.
xoxo,
Laura

ps I promise not to hurt you or make you fall down again. Hopefully.


[Gabe R.]
[After this.]

Am I allowed to murder my roommate?

[Locked to Gabriel R]
Hello, stupid man.

[Call to Gabriel R]
[After allowing sufficient time for Laura to make her phone call. Ring.]

[A few hours after this, directly following Laura's shift at the shop. Texted with none of its usual sorts of errors.]

Friday is a no go.

[Text message: Laura D]

Things look to slow right down, Blossom. How about that drink I was going to buy you?

[Call to Gabriel R]
[Ring.]

[One can but try: locked, Eloise M]

Lu? They're asking. You should be back by now. Where the hell are you?

[A short comment to all agents not currently in danger of being shot. After an authorization code.]

Be advised: Phones and power in HQ are out. [Very short pause.] I'm fixing it.

text: Laura D

we'll need to move those plans to next week, Blossom.


[Locked: Max M]

He made a bid for freedom. Started talking what sounded like sense and then was gone. The comm's not picking up: he might be through the door and I don't like any of what's being talked about out there.

I hear you're babysitting my asset, sport.

[Comm: Max Main. As she picks up.]

You're quitting with Corvus. [Flat disbelief. Faint, television sounds in the background.]

[luke h]

Hey.

[gabriel r]

[Not even sure that he's on the journals, and not caring.]

I'm tired of murdering people. I quit.

[max m]

I quit the CIA. Let's go somewhere. You can quit too.

[Text message (thankfully sent from her tablet, so the voice transcription kicks in), sent Sunday evening so she hopefully doesn't catch him at work this time. She figures Sunday night is a good, non-work time.]

The place has a plant now. But it's still too white.

[After this.]

[Group CIA comm]
[Once everyone clicks in.] We're bringing in a rogue today. [Transmission of time and coordinates to everyone's GPS.] We have a sniper coming in, but Boss wants everyone who's field trained on the perimeter. Report to the office an hour before the meet time, so Boss can bark orders. I'm heading out of town tonight, so anything that comes up, hit Boss.

[Call: Eloise M]

Ring

[CIA comm: Main & Davis only]

[No preamble. Tired.] Rogue's set up a meet. He'll run if we go in. Need to set it up so I can walk in there without getting blown to pieces.

[Comm to Jack C]
[Because she has to do it eventually. Late night. Beep.]

[Locked to Bo D]
Let me know once you're back from the land of jet lag, legs.

[CIA email, Gabe R, Encrypted]
This is me thanking you for keeping Daniels from strangling herself with some baby's breath.

[Phonecall using the numbers they'd exchanged at the diner after their lunch.]

Ring.