Necessary Evils

[fakes_death]

The order came from Watts himself. Webb's alter-ego, arms dealer Clayton Williams was needed again. To be honest when Webb saw his name and Paraguay in the same sentence he thought about burning the orders and tendering his resignation on the spot. If he thought he was on edge during that mission to Russia with Annie, it was nothing compared to how

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[freshoffthefarm]

Putting her bag in his bedroom had become standard 'first thing to do' stuff, and then she joined him in the kitchen. Seeing the scotch out, and his empty glass, she tilted her head. That was without knowing he was on his second, too.

"What can I do to help?" Her voice was cautious and she slipped into what might really be going on. "Bad day?"

[fakes_death]

Terrible, awful, no good, bad day.

"Oh, you could say that."

He sighed and turned to face Annie, "You could make a salad if you'd like."

[freshoffthefarm]

"Okay..." She drew it out as she opened the fridge, lifting out the salad stuff from the previous night, with a little more to make it fresh. Something about him wasn't right and she looked him over. "Are you okay?"

[fakes_death]

"No, but can we talk about it after dinner?"