I'll be there for you

Our house

I am a light sleeper. Maybe that is good for my professional life, but certainly not for the evening when I am just trying to rest. I felt a rye on sunshine on my pale face and BAM, I was awake. I pulled my pillow over my head, but that was too late. I was totally awake. I grabbed my smart phone from the bedside table and quickly check how did I look. I blinked conceiving.                                                                                                                                    

-I really need to wash this mane- I thought and quickly picked my brush still looking my reflection on the phone. My hair was looking as something exploded in it, and I could imagine that I needed some time to make nice, graceful, auburn bob from it. Or at least neatly-combed one. And than those circles around my brown eyes. I shivered. I shoudn't be surprised since I helped Lauren to bring  Donnie his favorite dishes. In 2 AM. And just for the record, that DEA guy has a lot of favorite food. So it was not easy. Maybe that new guy is not very picky. At least I hope so...

I KNEW THAT I FORGOT SOMETHING. SOMEONE.

"Oh, fuck it", I sighed and kicked the body that was laying next to me. Nothing. Typical. I kicked him once again harder. "Whoa, babe, I thought that you like gently...". I lifted on my elbows. "Did you forget something?", I asked raising my eyebrows. He turned to me and frowned thoughtfully putting his pillow behind his head. "Umm. Our anniversary was last month. I have more than six months left to your birthday...", I could see him counting with his dark warm eyes closed, but still puzzled. I smiled sympathetic and gave him a peck on the lips. "You've got right all of the dates, but Is it possible that, I don't know, you may, or may not forgot about new agent that is coming as Donnie's replacement. You know, that guy that FBI will send, he just finished the Academy with some great score. Cause I am pretty sure that his plane has landed", I pursed my lips. He stroked his jaw doubtfully looking at me with his foggy look. Than suddenly he slipped from the bed and ran trough the Hall. I rolled to his side of the bed still tired and next moment he was again in the room grabbing his clothes fast as possible. "Briggs said  it was your job to pick up a new guy from airport?", I guessed raising my head. "Like I am the only one responsible here", he mumbled putting on his  sunglasses and leaving our room.

Responsible. Definitely not a word that describes Joe Tuturro.

Some time later I was  wrapped in my soft white tower and I was standing in front of the mirror. I spuned still looking at my reflection. I need to say, morning shower can really help you after a long sleepless night. Due making pies. I mean, really, I would never  forgive those bags that were around my eyes thanks to  Donnie and Lauren. And neither will my almost depleted cream that I bought two weeks ago. At least now I look nice and fresh and ready for a new  unpredictable day. And my hair is too. I smiled delighted and  put my dark mischievous highlights behind my ears.

"Your room is  across mine. So If you need something...", I heard familiar voice. So I ran out of the bathroom still in my dear white  towel and dark orange platform  flip flops. The new guy seemed like he just came from DC. Oh, wait. He did. With all that smart clothes and combed hair. Like he was expecting some office job and not  almost naked  fellow fed.  But, the most imprtant, he seemed friendly.  When they saw me he glanced at me and skeptical turned to Johnny. "I tought you said no girls upstairs?".

That second Johnny started chuckling and jumped on the bed. I throw at him empty box of soap and grinned at the new guy flattered. "Oh, you think I am a girl?", I  asked amused and I heard Johnny laughing even harder. If  something like that was even possible. "I mean I am a girl but not like some random....", I started explaining but then just held out my free hand and friendly shook it with new guy's. "Agent Johnson, FBI. Call me Phoebe. Or Phoebes. Whatever", I smiled sincere and strike him on the hand. "Mike Warren, FBI", he smiled more relaxed. I went to the drawer as Mike and Johnny were speaking and quickly put on  my denim shorts with suspenders and black  tank top. "Umm, so you guys all like chill together and wonder around the house like that", asked Mike when I sat next to Johnny. "Oh, Mikey, you' ll get used to it...", said Johnny and stood up, so we followed him to kitchen. "I'll tell you something, Mikey...", I started but than stopped for a moment. "Can I call you Mikey?", he nodded and Johnny quickly added "You can call her Aphrodite". Mike raised his eyebrows confused "Like Greek goddess?". "Like Greek Goddess of Love. I am proud of my genes", I smirked. "And love life", kissed me Johnny on cheek and gave me a cup of ice coffee.  

"Anyways. As you know everyone here work together. DEA, FBI, ICE... We are one huge foster family. And we all love each other. Really. But since  you are our fellow FBI agent. I really need to hug you"

"Guys, you are nothing like agents... I mean, I like you because of that, don't get me wrong, that's cool", started Mike and I turned to Johnny. "I like this guy, first, he thought I am ordinary girl from beach, than he said we are not boring office people. Can we adopt him?"

"You sound like a married couple from TV show", laugh Mike and opened the juice.       "Yeah, we're not married", I smiled as Johnny hugged me. "Oh, you two, you are an item?", Mike asked confused. Johnny nodded and showed with his fingers number 4. "Really? I thought... I mean I saw chemistry", started Mike. 

"And now he thinks that we are happy single people. I love you even more fellow agent", I hugged him as Jakes entered the room.

I really do love my job.