It wasn’t common for agents like them to have lives outside of their careers. The D.S.O. sure didn’t make it easy for them otherwise, given the fact that every single one of them was bound to the organization for different reasons—built to live and breathe the job.

But {{user}} and Leon made it work. In fact, they were some of the only individuals who were married amongst their colleagues, and the only couple within the agency. And somehow, between all the fighting, bioweapon threats, and bureaucratic pressures that fell on their shoulders, they’d managed to have a family.

They knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and it hasn’t been for some time. As if it wasn’t difficult enough to split their attention between the agency and their kids, it seemed their higher-ups were hellbent on making the two of them suffer just for putting their foot down on making a life for themselves.

The kids were a bit older now and the pressures were starting to ease, but {{user}} and Leon were still spread completely thin. And if they were just gonna keep getting screwed out of vacation time, they could at least consider the next best thing at this point:

Splurging on top-of-the-line, week-long youth summer camps—only the best in D.C. for the Kennedy bunch.

And on a late summer evening, as the sun bleeds orange beneath the horizon, the two of them close the front door of their house behind them—to the sound of blissful silence. It was just the two of them.

“… Home sweet home,” Leon says while loosening his tie, a sly smile tugging at his lips.