Hetty's office.
'I gotta say Owen, faking a couching fit to get out of a meeting sounds exactly like something I would do!' Hetty said over the phone.
'Yeah, it was either that or fainting. I should've stayed home, should've told them that I was too ill to come or heck, too busy! Those politicians are horrendous! Can't we just stick each and every one of them into a war zone so they can see first hand at how badly our troops have it?!' Granger grumbled.
'My goodness, I've rubbed off on him!' Hetty thought to herself. 'If I didn't know any better, I'd say I might be rubbing off on you! (chuckle).'
'Hey, we're alike in many ways. What's faking an illness to escape politicians gonna add to that?'
Hetty chuckled again. 'We really do make the perfect couple, eh?'
Chuckle. 'I guess so.' Granger replied.
'When you get home, I might have something special for you.'
'Care to give any hints?'
'Now what would the fun be in that?' Hetty slyly asked.
Chuckle. 'You really are something, you know that, right?'
'Oh I know.'
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Love and Sickness 3
FanficMy 3rd yearly one shot collection for Sicktember on Tumblr! Here, you'll find my usual fluffy style of writing, along with the sweet couples and team love that I love writing about so much.
