The assignment had taken far longer than he'd ever thought it would, and Siberia was colder than he'd remembered, even if it was summer. Mixing that with tense agents, and dangerous encounters that he'd rather not remember, Phil had been very glad to return to the states. And more importantly to return to the woman he'd been very reluctant to leave in the first place.
Virginia had been in his thoughts quite frequently during his time abroad, especially during his downtime, and before he'd fallen asleep. The one phone call that he'd been able to make had been interrupted by high winds and even worse weather than usual, but he'd wanted her to know that he was safe. Even if he couldn't talk to her.
And now here she was, as soft and beautiful as he'd remembered her the last time, when they'd danced in this very apartment. She moved into his arms, and he smiled as his own wrapped around her waist. He was about to tell her how much he'd missed her when he caught the tone in her voice. Puling back a bit to study her face, he caught sight of the tears.
"...you were worried," he finished, quietly. Phil brushed a tear from her cheek, his other hand rubbing gently along her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I wish I could have called every day, but ..." but they both knew why that wasn't possible. "I hope you didn't worry too much," he said, kissing her forehead softly.