You and Nick met at the CIA, working together as agents. Eventually starting a relationship and even living together. You still kept to yourselves, you already knew you only had each other but you still used the vulnerability sparsely.

You both were recruited to go undercover, sent to capture a man stealing data, a dangerous criminal, who looked like an ordinary family man.

You both sat in a motel getting ready, eventually Nick was done so he stood and watched you finish, his arms crossed over his chest, there was something different in his expression that was rarely ever really seen, like he was lost in his own thoughts for a moment before he spoke.

“The guy’s got the whole white picket fence and kids dream and that’s still not enough.” Nick says, that earns an amused huff from you even though you’re trying to concentrate.

Nick watches you for a moment, fondness in his expression but still lost in thought. “Would you ever want it?” He finds himself asking.

“Want what? The white picket fence? Or the government’s data?” You say a bit teasingly, still keeping your focus on the mirror. “Kids.” He says quietly. Simply. “Not with this line of work pal.” You answer, thinking this was just another one of their banters, not noticing the thoughts swirling through his head, the vulnerability seeping through the cracks.

“We don’t have to live like this forever.” He says softly.