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elementof_riskThere are more than a few people who would say that would be my relationship with Rachel. We met under false pretenses, both of us on a job. Our first night together, we were both lying to the other, working for competing interests to get the job done. The second time we met was with Sydney present, thankfully looking to hire me rather than arrest me. Then, of course, Rachel wouldn't speak to me as if I were the only one who'd been lying, when she'd been as well. She wouldn't even chat pleasantly, after such an incredible night as we'd had. She did, at least, disarm the bomb I ended up cuffed to, though I'm fairly certain she might have left me there if they could have evacuated in time to save themselves. There was a certain look in her eye...
By all logical standpoints, I never should have asked her to meet me for a drink. She should have called her coworkers the moment I did and had me arrested. She never should have come to my hotel room, and when she invited me back to her home, I should not have gone. I most certainly should never have taken her to my favorite home, shown her a place that private, that sacrosanct, where she could just lead them back.
In theory, once she was rescued, I should have walked away from the situation, rather than drawing attention to me--to us--by my actions against her kidnapper. Vengeance, after all, is always messy. Any violence for emotional reasons is.
Even now, even with her leaving APO...it isn't wise. Sydney will want to know why. She will press. Our relationship...at some point, somewhere, we will have to make choices about how to carry on, to move forward or to stay as we are, and any of them could expose me to capture or her to prosecution.
It's all wrong, you see. It isn't smart. In fact, it is the most foolish choice either of us could make. We are, utterly and completely, by any logical standpoint, wrong for each other.
But over and above that--overwhelmingly--we are right. We are perfect. We are what the other needs. And I can say, without hesitation or doubt, and admitting to a most foolish sentiment that I should probably keep to myself if I have any hope of keeping my reputation--I have never been happier.
By all logical standpoints, I never should have asked her to meet me for a drink. She should have called her coworkers the moment I did and had me arrested. She never should have come to my hotel room, and when she invited me back to her home, I should not have gone. I most certainly should never have taken her to my favorite home, shown her a place that private, that sacrosanct, where she could just lead them back.
In theory, once she was rescued, I should have walked away from the situation, rather than drawing attention to me--to us--by my actions against her kidnapper. Vengeance, after all, is always messy. Any violence for emotional reasons is.
Even now, even with her leaving APO...it isn't wise. Sydney will want to know why. She will press. Our relationship...at some point, somewhere, we will have to make choices about how to carry on, to move forward or to stay as we are, and any of them could expose me to capture or her to prosecution.
It's all wrong, you see. It isn't smart. In fact, it is the most foolish choice either of us could make. We are, utterly and completely, by any logical standpoint, wrong for each other.
But over and above that--overwhelmingly--we are right. We are perfect. We are what the other needs. And I can say, without hesitation or doubt, and admitting to a most foolish sentiment that I should probably keep to myself if I have any hope of keeping my reputation--I have never been happier.
