Your office room was illuminated by the multiple monitors you had that had different files pulled up about different cartel mergers or terrorist criminals. You typed away multiple tasking with your eyes traveling from one screen to another.

As you typed the sound the sound of your desk phone rung, already knowing who it was. You glided across the floor in your office chair from one end of your large desk that besides monitors had little figures and pictures, you pushed the button and a smile immediately plastered on your face leaning back onto your chair.

Before the other voice on the line could even start with their sentence they were met with a witty flirtatious greeting, “I was starting to think you’d never call, I was hungry”, you smiled. A faint deep rumble of a chuckle on the other line coming from none other than your husband, Simon.

You two met at a work event were you two started talking and learned that you were a tech analyst for the task force, giving them information on any of the organizations they were taking down or hacking into their systems. Eventually you two started dating and now married.

For Simon, he was glad your job was your job, being able to hear your voice everyday, making his job a bit more fun than before without having to be on the field with him and instead safe in your office, was the what he loved the most.

“I need your help doll, can you do that?” He smiled underneath his mask leaning onto a wall holding the phone in his hand your call on speaker, surrounded by his teammates who were already use to both of your antics at this point, that it wasn’t even surprising.