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Post by tiff on Dec 1, 2011 19:19:13 GMT -5
Craig had sent her. Craig was his superior, but he highly doubted he would send her here for FBI business. No, this was Craig's action as a friend. Tiffany thought back to the night he broke down over the Question's escape. It was a while ago, but knowing Craig, he probably set the wheels in motion on trying to determine how to get Elle into the city. It would have taken weeks to get through all the red tape. A small smile appeared on his face at that. Craig was a good friend. Knowing good people gave him hope in this world, but there were so few.
Her hand on his arm distract him for a moment. It had been so long since he had felt her touch or even hugged her for that matter. At least when he work in Texas, he managed to make it home a few days a week. He got to eat Elle's wonderful home cook meal. He got to go to bed with this woman by his side. He felt the support from her that felt similar to the Lord himself. He desperately missed her. He missed his mother as well, and as she spoke on how she had taken care of everything including her, he could realized again why he loved this woman. She was perfect for him: organized, extremely bubbly, caring, and nice. She was his wife, and he never ever wanted to see her hurt.
He couldn't see her hurt, and he knew he would have to send her back. He just didn't want to do it now. Craig had given him this gift, and he would treasure it while he had it.
Her hand touched his face, and he found himself leaning into it. He had missed her. His hand moved to her waist. "Elle, I cannot explain how happy I am to see you," he said softly. He pulled her in for a hug. He just wanted to hold her. He just wanted to know that she was there. He leaned his face against her soft blond hair. "I failed," he said even quieter.
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Post by mrstiffany on Dec 2, 2011 2:39:38 GMT -5
She felt like her own heart was breaking at hearing those words coming from him. “Matt, don't say that. You're still here. Still fighting. If you had failed, this entire city would be overrun by evil. But we're here. And safe.” She would murmur to her husband. Her protector and life partner, through thick, and thin, through joy, and pain, success, and failure. And with her faith, and persevering spirt and prayer, coupled with his drive to eliminate evil, they were a bright beacon in the dark city.
Pulling him closer, she tried not to sigh. Things were becoming clearer to her now. Craig saw the potential for Matt to dive head first into one of his depressive modes at the drop of a hat. And was hoping that sending her here, despite the protests of Agent Tiffany, would head those episodes off. Well, she was going to do her damnedest to uphold her husband's spirit, and determination to the best of her ability.
As she rest against him, her ears filled with the lub-dub of his beating heart, she finally looks up to him, smiling softly. “Can you bring your files back...to wherever we're going to be staying? You can work on them there. Take a break from the office. I can rest while you do that, then possibly we can get something to eat...if it's not too late, or doesn't violate the curfew, of course.” She adds as a last thought.
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Post by tiff on Dec 3, 2011 17:37:55 GMT -5
Hearing her supportive words caused him to let out a deep breath as he squeezed her tighter. He felt like the weight of the world was on top of his shoulders, and he was alone to stop it. With his wife in his arms, he remembered he's not alone. She believes in him. He can do this. She was right. The city had not fallen further. If anything, it was slowly starting to become habitable. He can't give up. Other's have put their faith in him, it was his job to meet their faith.
His hand moved along her back. The way his hand grazed along her lower back moving upwards was similar to child never wanting to let go of their favorite stuff animal. He felt her small form mold into his own. He wanted to hold her forever, and when she mentioned a break, he wanted to say yes.
Tiffany did not for a break though. The devil never took a break, so he was forced to keep on going. He only slept when his lack of sleep only caused harm for success. The last time he had slept was probably 32 hours ago. He took a deep breath, smelling home on his wife. She reminded him of all wonderful cook meals. It was like her baking talent followed her as scent.
"I can't bring classified files outside building," he stated softly, almost disappointed, even though he understood the rule.
Something shook him out of his content bliss of her being her.
Staying.
She had said staying. He pulled away from her. His hands moving to her side, as he looked down at her. "Elle, you can't stay here in Gotham," he said seriously, losing the brief moment of vulnerability.
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Post by mrstiffany on Jan 2, 2012 23:44:26 GMT -5
It seemed like for that moment, all was right in the world. Despite the crime right outside the walls they were in, despite the fact her husband looked like death warmed over. As she rest against him, relishing his scent she'd missed every day and night, she pressed into him more when his hand ran along her back. It was only when he mentioned not being able to take work home did she look up at him.
“I guess new city, new rules. I just know when you're home, you can bring things back to work on.” She paused, her full lips pressing into a thin line. His words fell on deaf ears. She wasn't going to leave. She hadn't even unpacked.
“Matt. I love you. But there is a reason for me to be here. We both know that. As well as Craig...” she paused, her eyes shutting quickly, little wrinkles forming around each green eye.
Sighing softly, she shrugged, pulling away from him as well. “If you're going to tell me I can't stay here, then I guess I'll just call up Craig right now, and tell him you're sending me back. And that if Gotham isn't fit for me, it certainly isn't fit for you, either.”
One fist went to her hip, balled tightly as she stood up to her Matt. He wasn't going to win this little war. Not when she hasn't slept.
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Post by tiff on Jan 4, 2012 2:36:46 GMT -5
Tiffany watched as his wife though tantrum close to a child at a grocery store. He knew his wife was doing this out of love, but a wife had to respect a husbands decisions. His decisions weren't to harm her but to protect her. She must understand that. He noticed how angry she was as soon as her hand touched her hip. It was something she did when she was irritated with him.
The last statement stung because it had been a statement he had been fighting over since the escape of the Question. He knew his wife's words were merely from a woman's hormonal imbalance, but it still hurt. He had hoped she would continue to be supportive.
He went cold immediately. The smiles that had been on his lips, the loving touches, they were replaced by a mask of indifference. "Call him if you wish," he stated as he turned away from her and walked to his desk. He took a sit and opened up his files. "You will not be staying here, Elle, and your opinion on my ability here is not Craig's concern. You are not his boss, and he must report to the same man I do, the FBI Director. Craig might be my superior, but he does not have the ability to take me off this case. I just would have hoped that my own wife would have faith in me. Good bye Elle," he stated. He picked up the phone with one hand. "I will send someone to collect you and send you back to Texas."
He pressed the button to his administrative section. He didn't want to be cruel to her, but he loved her too much to allow her to stay in such a sinful city.
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Post by mrstiffany on Feb 12, 2012 9:05:04 GMT -5
Her mouth dropped slightly, her lips parting when she heard his words. They'd had this fight before. But for him to be so blunt, it stung. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. But she had been given an envelope, as well as a few words to tell him. Almost commandments, considering they had been passed to her from Craig.
Walking over to where her notebook was, as well as the Bible she had been reading, she slipped out an envelope. Unopened, of course. As she walked back to his desk, she held the letter out to him, her body leaning against the desk's edge. “From Craig. From the director. He said to only take it out if you threatened to send me back. I love you, Matt, but...I am doing my damnedest to follow orders.” She took in a breath, continuing on quietly.
“Neither of those honourable men are my bosses, but they are in greater authority than I. And while I want to honour your words, dear husband, I can't.” She wasn't being disrespectful, but just honest. And hopefully he'd understand, and know that. He'd seen her go up against the nagging women at church. He'd been at the range with her. He knew she could take care of herself. He also knew they were better together than they were apart.
So when she slyly depressed the receiver to disconnect his call, she then plucked her smaller bag from the extra chair, excusing herself to go to the powder room. She wasn't going to leave, of course. It was all part of their little song and dance. He'd stop her from opening the door, and he'd want to read the letter with her there.
They were both just so darn stubborn, they'd refuse to allow the other the upper hand.
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Post by tiff on Feb 21, 2012 23:03:30 GMT -5
The phone to his administrative section continued to ring as Elle held out an envelope to him. Admittedly, he looked at it suspiciously. It was very unlike the FBI Director get involved in personal affairs. If he believed you were not able to handle the position based on personal issues at the moment, he would dismiss you and have a replacement. Based on his wife's action, it appeared this letter was in fact about his personal life. He could not quite understand. He took it without saying a word. He was being cold to his wife, but she was too naive to understand the dangers.
"Yes, Agent Tiff," a voice on the line asked when the ringing finally stopped.
"Hold on, and stay on the line for a moment," he stated as he opened up the envelope. He didn't even look at Elle. He couldn't. He hated seeing her upset, but he also hated when she directly disobeyed him. She was a respectful person and that was the reason he fell in love with her.
He pulled out the letter. It was signed by the Director. His suspicion had been confirmed. He felt conflicted for the first time in his life as an FBI agent. His household was not in the authority of the Director, that was only under the authority of the Lord. The Lord gave the husband the responsibility to protect their family. The Lord would not put his wife in danger. It felt strange for Director to contradict the moral laws....but possibly the Lord had influenced the Director to influence him. It could be that the Lord wanted Elle here.
His lips turned into a straight line of thought. He would have to speak with the Director, until then he would make sure Elle was safe.
"Agent Adams," he spoke into the phone, "I need two Agents to transport my wife to the Diamond Safe House, and I want them to stay with her until accurate cover is provided. She is in my office they can pick her up here."
"Yes sir," Adams said and then Tiffany ended the call. He then continued to reread the letter.
"Elle, I love you, but I don't want to discuss this in front of you. I will handle this with the Director personally. I will meet you later tonight. Do not leave the safehouse," he finished, finally looking at her with an intense gaze, "No one is to know of your presence here outside the organization."
Though, it wasn't really a safe house, it was a dumpy hotel Tiffany had been staying at, but they had it wired and protected by agents already.
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