Saving Grace

It's A Terrible Life -- Mister and Missus Smith

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He really was very handsome in his suit. I gazed at my husband with an adoring look as he prepared our healthy smoothies for the day. "I could sit here all day watching you." I mention cutely as he offers me a smirk.

"Get your shoes, baby, we gotta head out." Dean hums as he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

I give a dramatic groan and pad towards the front door where my heels sit, waiting to torture my feet for the next few hours. As soon as we get to work, Dean is immediately all business, leaving me to make appointments and deliver any and all paperwork.

But it feels all wrong. Something about the office, I don't know, it was weird. Dean reverts back to his husband personality as soon as the workday is done, and he's kissing my neck as we wait for the elevator to open up for us.

I give a girlish giggle and follow him inside as it finally opens. Although, there's another man inside, so we can't really start acting like teenagers yet. I glance up at the other man cautiously as he just gazes at the two of us. There's something oddly familiar about him.

I glance over at Dean, furrowing my brows in confusion. We glance back at the other man as he speaks. "Do I know you guys?" He asks.

"I don't think so." Dean retorts almost possessively, his arm curling around my waist and pulling me to his other side.

The man chuckles and sighs. "I'm sorry, man, you guys just look really familiar."

"Save it for the health club, pal." Dean retorts. The elevator stops and we step off.

"I think that dudes in the tech department," I mention to Dean as we get in the Prius. "Maybe he's just absent minded that you're technically the boss?"

Dean snorted. "Probably. I didn't like the way he was lookin' at ya." Dean comments. "You ever have to deliver anything down there?"

I shake my head. "No, if it's not on our floor, I let one of the other ladies do it. Is that mean of me?"

Dean just smiles at me. "Technically, you're my assistant, remember?"

I chuckle. "Ah, yes, your wet dream." I comment without thinking.

We share confused looks.

~*****~

The next day passed without incident-- well, Dean did mention that tech dude asking about strange dreams. The day after that, a body is wheeled out of the building. "What happened?" I ask softly as I dab at the tears brimming my eyelashes.

Dean doesn't answer me, he just curls his arm around my waist as I watch them haul the body away. It didn't take long before I heard what had happened from the other girls. Some poor guy killed himself buy shoving his head into a microwave.

He's antsy when I approach his desk that same day. "Why would someone kill themselves two weeks from retirement?" Dean asks as I slip into his lap, my head resting on his shoulder.

"I dunno... He should've been overjoyed." I mention softly. Dean grunts irritably and continues to stare at the screen before I sigh and get up. "I received a 445-T that has some minor errors."

"Who did it?" Dean asks.

"Ian Johnston, down in tech." I recite softly.

Dean hums and takes the paper from me, skimming over it as I stand up. "Send him up."