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[Vanessa Wilson]

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[attr="class","Wilsonnert"]Vanessa shook her head no. Why would he even think? Though he brought attention to the handcuffs. Yeah telling him what had happened, she wasn’t sure it would go over well. Her head buried in his shoulder. Vanessa calmed down with the scent of his cologne embracing her airways. “Yeah I’m alright.” She took a breath. “I tried to run inside, one of the patrol officers hand cuffed me to the car.” She admitted. She wasn’t in any trouble of sorts. “I may have broke free anyway.” She added. Vanessa had spent years learning how to get out of cuffs and well the radio had presented her that opportunity. Lucky for her the handcuffs weren’t too tight.

One thing Vanessa was completely numb to anymore was heartache. Mark could have assassinated some important political figure head and she’d still be there. It had taken her Mark to get out of a terrible relationship. For all of her virtues, one of her shortcomings was laying herself on the ground to get trampled on by her ‘life partners’. Vanessa kissed Mark’s forehead and hugged him tight. He was okay and that's all that mattered. If things went normal tonight maybe Bryce would give Mark a piece of his mind. Right now Vanessa just wanted the ‘norm’ back.

Mark, Nina, Bryce, Kalena, and Roger that was her return to normal. Vanessa felt sick to her stomach. Taking a few breaths she swallowed a lump in her throat and closed her eyes just listening. Today needed to be buried in the furthest pits of hell. That was the best idea in her head right now.

∵ Mark Wilson ∵

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[attr="class","Wilsonnerlyric"]You can be a good machine
But we will get through this

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[Mark Wilson]

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MY FIRST MY LAST

and my everything

Mark could feel himself starting to relax slightly, the feel of here against his shoulder. The scent of her perfume and even just the feel of her within his arms. He couldnt quiet describe it as he was glad she was alright. What part of alright meant she ended up in handcuffs was beyond him but then she was there and alive which right now, he was the most thankful for. “You tell me that officers name so I can thank them.” Mark said, it wasnt that he wanted his wife in handcuffs but if that officer had stopped her from coming inside then sure. He wasnt about to yell at that officer over it.

“I knew you were good but breaking handcuffs good, you never fail to impress me Vanessa.” Mark said trying to find the funny in the situation though he wasnt sure he could do. Feeling her hug and kiss to his forehead Mark wished thing could go back, back to when he hadn’t said a word to her. Back to when thinking he might lose his family wasnt really a thing at all. “Vanessa you shouldn’t be in here, it’s bad enough me but Bryce, Kalena, Roger and Nina shouldn’t lose two parents.” Mark said not wanting that to happen at all. He was supposed to have a safer job, one that didnt involved this kind of stuff.

So much for that happening as he held Vanessa tightly. Mark didnt want to ask if they were okay but then he had just dropped a bombshell on her and he had no right to ask at all. Still it didnt change much, he still wanted to know what Vanessa was thinking. “I can sleep on the couch tonight.” He said figuring that might be for the best, it saved any arguments in front of the kids and it wasnt like he hadn’t fallen asleep on the couch after a shift before. It was a semi normal state of being until he woke up and threw himself into bed.

“I know I haven’t any right to ask this but... do I still have a family Vanessa? Do I still have you?” He asked his voice shaking as he did so, he wanted to know but then he wasnt even sure if she wouldn’t want rid of him after all of this. He had lied to keep everyone safe but then what would come out after he died, he didnt want that to be the first she heard of it. It was bad enough what her ex had done and he didnt want to be that guy who repeated the similar pattern.

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[Vanessa Wilson]

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[attr="class","Wilsonnert"]Vanessa was not going to give up the officer’s name. Nope, she and Lieutenant Quinn were not exactly best friends to the point of knowing names. Vanessa hugged Mark and when he said she shouldn’t be in here she just responded with a “neither should you” and it sounded about as serious as he had made his sound. No, she wasn’t about to walk out of here without him. There was too many emotions already from that. She held her their cuffed hands. “I don’t have the key so I can’t just exactly leave.” She pointed out. Oh yes, there had been no planning on her part but it worked out right? Now he had to leave the building.

Chalk it up to nerves from being ON a bomb maybe but she thought asking about his family was kind of misplaced seeing as what was going on? Then the whole sleeping on the couch thing? “I almost lost you and you want to walk away? Are you sure you didn’t hit your head instead?” She persisted as she turned his face to look at her.

“I married you, not your family Mark.” She pulled on their arm as she indicated she wanted to get out of the house. When she’d managed to drag him out the Lieutenant from earlier came over to take the handcuffs off of them. Vanessa threw both arms around Mark and hugged him not letting go. Her stomach was gnawing at her, she was still feeling sick to her stomach. Right now she just wanted to go home.

∵ Mark Wilson ∵

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But we will get through this

[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + ADOX 2.0

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[Mark Wilson]

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MY FIRST MY LAST

and my everything

Mark wanted to respond to her ‘neither should you’ comment but he figured arguing right now wasnt going to solve anything. It was his job to go into places to be a paramedic, it was supposed to be safer than being an NCIS Agent but right about now he wasnt so sure that was possible. Mark grinned at her when she pointed out the cuffs and held their cuffs hands. “Yeah you have a point there but I’ve seen you get out of cuffs before so I’m sure it wouldnt take you too long.” He said trying to make light of it but he was glad of them that day.

He was glad to be handcuffed to his wife just in case she was going to tell him it was all over. That he had ruined their lives and she was leaving, at least handcuffs provided him with about ten seconds of time to try to change her mind. Mark couldnt really blame her if she did decide that but he wasnt about to stand on the side lines and not fight for her to come back if she did. Mark didnt know what to do and asking about family, it seemed to be the right thing. “No I don’t want to walk away at all but I’d get it if you did. Gusev isn’t exactly a name you’d want to be tied to.” Mark said knowing it was the exactly reason he stuck with Wilson.

That and the CIA didnt give him much choice but then even that he had to be thankful for. No choice meant he couldnt change his mind on it, Wilson saved a whole world of trouble. Looking at Vanessa all he could do was nod as he wanted to cry. He didnt do it often but the fact that she was still there. It meant the world to him. Being dragged out of the house Mark couldnt really work his own feet as they felt like lead weights. Then with the Lieutenant all Mark could do was glare, if she was the one responsible for handcuffing his wife, he was thankful for it and he hated her for it too.

“Vanessa.” He gasped as he felt her arms around him, even when he threw his own arms around her too he was just happy to be holding her. “I love you.” He whispered into her ear, he wanted to say that all day and night to her just because he could and especially now when he had thought five minutes ago he wasnt going to be getting out of that house at all.

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[Vanessa Wilson]

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[attr="class","Wilsonnert"]Vanessa had gotten out of cuffs, but she’d also been wearing a hairpin that day and been improperly cuffed. She glared at him for just a moment. One thing Vanessa was sure of was that she didn’t want to be reminded about being in handcuffs. Vanessa could have interferred with the CPD and taken control of the scene but decided that there were better career decisions other than political suicide.

When he started talking about the whole Gusev name, Vanessa put a finger on his lips. “Our pasts don’t make us who we are. How many times have you told me that?” Soon, she pulled her hand away replacing it with her lips. That was about the time they were interrupted by the police Lieutenant. Mark seemed to be ready to charge the woman. Vanessa didn’t give any indication that this was the woman who had cuffed her.

Soon Vanessa was wrapped up in Mark’s arms and it was all she needed right now. To say she wasn’t worried would be a total lie. Her tear stained face rested on his shoulder. “I love you too.” She whispered. Though she just wanted to go home and get some rest before she had to be at work in the morning. Being almost an hour behind DC time meant that sometimes her meetings started early. Tomorrow was one of those days and she wasn’t really in the mood for a political meeting anytime soon. Today had been much too drama without any extra help.

∵ Mark Wilson ∵

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[attr="class","Wilsonnerlyric"]You can be a good machine
But we will get through this

[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + ADOX 2.0

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