Warnings: smut
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June 2026
I had truly convinced myself that my nude scandal would blow over quickly. That the media would move on to the next headline. A week and a half went by, and the internet was still just as obsessed with my photos as it had been the first day. I tried my best not to let it get to me but I was so embarrassed and anxious about it. It was all I could think about; it prevented me from sleeping. Comments and headlines echoed in my mind. The lewd comments especially stuck in my mind.
To get my mind off of everything - the impending war, the letter, the scandal - Emily suggested we take a trip to relax. I begged her and Aaron to let me go home to Colorado. Once the idea entered my mind, I couldn't let it go. I hadn't been home in a year and a half and I was overwhelmingly homesick. Though our weekend away to Camp David had been nice, it wasn't the weekend away I wanted because it wasn't my space.
Because Aaron was still feeling guilty for allowing whoever it was to take photos of me, he made the trip home happen. Him and Emily sat down for a few days and planned sweeps of the neighborhood, agent postings on my property and around the neighborhood, and schedules for assignment rotations. I was too stressed and homesick to care about the imposition on my neighbors.
The flight to DIA was uneventful. Now that those close to me knew that Emily and I were dating, we allowed ourselves to hold hands on the jet. I flipped my legs up over her lap while we shared headphones and laughed about my "depressing" music taste. I could feel the weight leave my shoulders with each mile we flew closer to Colorado. And in no time at all, we made it home. It felt so good to be in my true home.
"Wow baby!" Emily exclaimed as soon as she walked in. "Your house is so beautiful. Thank you for letting me in your home."
"Emily." I shook my head. "Don't you know by now? You're my home." She wrapped me in her arms and squeezed tight. Her face buried in my hair.
She breathed in deeply. "You're my home too. You know that, right? I love you so much."
"Em, can I bounce something off of you?"
"Is it about what's happening in DC?" I nodded. "You're supposed to be relaxing. We came here to get this off your mind," she reminded me.
I broke free from her embrace and sat down on the couch. Emily followed me and pulled me on her lap. "I just think these things are related."
"Which things?" she asked.
"The letter and the scandal." I just had a hunch. I couldn't put my finger on why though.
"What makes you say that?" Emily inquired, playing with a curl near my ear.
"It just can't be a coincidence. I spent over a year without scandals! Or danger."
"I wouldn't go THAT far," she laughed lightly. She tugged on my hair. "You've had your fair share of threats, my love."
"But you know what I mean," I continued. "This has to be related. Who else would be able to have such private information about me in the letter and have enough access to be able to take that photo?"
"But the sweep turned nothing up. No cameras," Emily pointed out.
"All the more reason to assume it's related! It's someone inside the White House," I pointed out.
"Baby only you and I go in the residence..."
"Penelope goes in the residence," I said with a smirk.
"You aren't seriously suggesting Garcia did this, are you?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow and a soft tickle to my side.
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