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7

I wasn't nervous for the floods of tourists coming in to the white house in an hour. No, this was part of my job. I was not nervous. Not at all.

Maybe a little.

I mean, someone was just brutally torn apart less than 24 hours ago, along with a threat to the president of the United States of America. Well it makes my job easier that I don't really have to look approachable. That would be too difficult, I can hardly look approachable to the people I'm close with (not many) let alone a bunch of random strangers interested in a big house that is white.

I double check that all of my weapons are operational, and then I walk back to my room to fetch Harry. "Harry you better be fully clothed." I yell my warning before opening the door, sighing in relief when I see harry has clothes on. Earlier this morning I walked in the bathroom while harry was getting out of the shower. He never locks doors.

"Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't mind seeing me naked." He smirks and I laugh

"Well there's nothing to see anyway" I say back and he scoffs

"I have the biggest co-" He begins but I cut him off with my hand

"I really don't care Harry." I tell him and he raises an eyebrow cheekily,

"Why not? I know plenty of girls who would want my big dick in thei-" He starts cheekily but I cut him off again,

"Please just check that you've got everything. It opens in approximately thirty-two minutes." I say, checking my watch.

"Ooh thirty two minutes." He says, mimicking my voice "Why I must go to the toilet but only for forty three seconds." He laughs and I roll my eyes, watching him stand up and walk into the bathroom

"Well forty three seconds it is Harry." I smirk, "And I'm counting"

"Whatever you say, sergeant." He gives me a cheeky salute before closing the door with a smirk

"I'm not joking." I yelled back, "I'll knock the door down if you're not out by that time."

I hear him chuckle, and I smile to myself as I sit on the bed, waiting for him to get out to we can go. Over the span of only 5 days working together, I feel much closer to Harry, I don't have to keep up this 'professional' act. I mean, most of it isn't an act, I never really experienced fun during my time at the CIA

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People start to flow through, getting their tickets scanned by the collector at the front gate. I can already hear fake cheerful tour guide voices. God, I hated their voices, everything was way too cheery; even when they talked about the assassination of JFK. I looked across the room to see harry standing at the left entrance. He caught my glance and grinned at me; rubbing his right-hand knuckles on his right-hand cheek. I giggled and rolled my eyes. He had explained before that if we were to be agents, we not only had to look the part, but play the part and the first step was coming up with actions so we can communicate. That one meant 'boring'.

We had already been at this shift for a good amount of time, and we saw the new shift holders coming to take our place. Now we were on presidential guard, while he was doing his weekly address to the people that came to tour today.

Harry and I walked into the auditorium along with numerous tours, and we spotted Obama up the front, shuffling his papers, looking calm and collected. He hid his feelings so well. I felt Harry nudge me and I walked to the front with him, standing next to the steps of the stage. Just as Obama was about to start, Harry decided he wanted to be on the left-hand side of me. I frowned, and made sure he didn't catch anyone's attention. I was slightly annoyed, but also amused, so in return, I swapped sides again, surprising him. He sent me a look as Obama started to speak and I just grinned. He raised an eyebrow,