Ghost

Chapter Sixty One

Nats POV

     I'm walking on sunshine. Those dumbasses finally slipped up and brought some of their 'product' back to their warehouse. I was able to get more than enough evidence on them so I called in the troops to round them up.

     It felt really good to bring them in. More scum bags off the street, another successful mission, and maybe it's a bit more money for me. It's an all around win.

     Even with all of that, it feels even better to know that this means I get to see Spencer soon.

     Flying back home feels better than ever. I skip my way over to where the guys are being held, watching for a moment as they're being interrogated. Normally I love that part of the job, but I have better things to be doing.

     So I'll let the newbies take it over. It's a pretty easy case, they really shouldn't mess it up. I got enough evidence they don't even really need a confession, but there's always bigger fish to fry and it's good to get as much information as possible.

     I just have a little bit of paperwork to write up and hand over to Fury. Then I can call Spencer and let her know I'm home.

     I jump in the shower quick because I mean it when I say it was a long ass two weeks. I need to wash away the horrible abandoned warehouse I was holed up in and all the layers of dust I collected from being stuck there for so damn long.

     Once I'm out, I waste no time getting changed and getting the paperwork written up. Wasn't so bad since I didn't do the interrogations. More tedious than anything else.

     I sat and waited. I ate. I watched. I waited. Blah blah blah.

     I once again have a hop in my step as I find my way to Fury's office, knocking when I get there.

     I hear his okay to walk in so I do.

    "I just wanted to give you the paperwork from this past weeks mission," I say as I hand over the papers.

     He takes it slowly, eyeing me questioningly. "You finished the paper work? Already?"

    "Uh, yeah. Wanted to get it out of the way. Was pretty simple, just took forever. Pretty boring but it's done."

    "Hm. So the black widow, the one that took almost half a month to turn in reports before, wrote up a report the day she got back? You hate paperwork."

     "Yeah, so I'm trying something new. Figured if I get it right out of the way and give it to you, then I don't have to worry about it. Besides I got them done before I just took my time turning them in," I try to reason, not wanting to make it look bad that I had turned them in so quickly this time.

     "But you.. nevermind. I'll take the win and the papers. You're free to go to whatever you were rushing to get to," he tells me waving his hand in dismissal.

      "Oh, I wasn't.."

     "You were. It's fine. Just go. I can tell how eager you are," he smirks this time and I'm walking out the door.

     Finally all that bullshit is over and I can call my girl.

    I get comfy on my bed, ready for a long talk with Spencer. I've gotten on some pjs in case we fall asleep talking like we have before. Or maybe I'll be lucky enough and she'll come see me tonight.

     That idea alone has me eager to hear her voice, even through the phone.

     But I don't. I go to voicemail. It's fine, I leave a message and put my phone down. She could be in the store or the tattoo shop or any number of places.