FBI Damsel: Foreign Affairs

Twenty-Three: Suggestions

It took me a lot longer than I anticipated to get this part written, but here it is!  enjoy! <3 XDee

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Heath groaned as the phone rang.  Why was it that whenever they managed to get the baby to nap, there was a call?  Hopefully this time he won’t wake up.  More importantly, hopefully Andrea wouldn’t.

“Martinez,” he answered.

“Agent Heath Martinez?”

“Speaking.  May I ask who this is?”

“Um, it’s me.  The one you’ve been searching for.”

He froze.  Could it really be that easy?  They spent months, Andrea devoted years of her life searching, and it all ends with them being contacted.  A phone call was all it took?

“Hello?  Agent?”

He shook his head clear. “Please, it’s just Heath.”

“Oh, okay.  Well, Heath, I was wondering if I might be able to come by the house later.  One of your FBI friends gave me your address, and I do believe your wife and I have a few things to discuss.”

“Yes,” Heath poked his head in the nursery; David was still asleep.  Success!  “Yes, that would be wonderful.  Sometime after four would be fine.  She and the baby are both asleep.”

“Are you sure?  If it’s too inconvenient I can try another day…?”

He shook his head, despite the fact that she couldn’t see him.  “No, it’s fine.  After all, you’re family.”

“Thank you.”  The sincerity in her voice was sweet.  “I do appreciate this, Heath.  Expect me around four-thirty.”

“Until then, ma’am.”  He hung up.  Soft hands wrapped around his waist.  Andrea gently swayed back and forth with her husband as they both stared at their sleeping child.

“Who was that?”

Heath sighed.  “It’s a surprise.”

“Good lord, you’re not helping the team with a case already, are you?” she asked.

“What?!  No!  No, I promise that’s not it!”

“Okay,” she crossed her arms.  “Try and tell me you don’t know what the case is about.”

“A Judge’s grandkids have all been kidnapped.  But I only know because Mitch accidentally sent the files to my email!  But I didn’t ask for them and they haven’t asked for my help!  Not officially, at least.  Not that I would leave you to try and help anyway!” he explained.

Andrea laughed.  “Relax, Heath.  If they call for some over-the-phone help, I don’t care.  You need to start getting back into work mode.  I believe you only have another week left, now that the baby’s been born.”

“You’d really let me help?” Heath asked, following her into the kitchen downstairs.

“As long as you still come home for the night,” she answered truthfully.  “And what judge gets that much attention from the BAU?”

“Supreme Court Judge.”

“Ah,” she sipped her coffee, staring at her fidgety husband over the rip of the cup.  “Oh, for heaven’s sake go and call Simone to see what you can help with!”

He ran and kissed her cheek.  “This is why I love you!”

“Whatever,” she grumbled, headed for the stairs.  As long as he was busy, he couldn’t do anything too obnoxious to wake David.  Again.