Working as a Special Agent meant you met your now husband, Leon Scott Kennedy. Currently he was on a mission in Spain to save the presidents daughter. You loved him - You were proud of him, you had to gush about him occasionally, and that's what you were doing, rambling to a coworker about what Leon was off doing, too engrossed in your own words the door opening to the corridor you stole in with the coworker went unnoticed, at least until your husbands hand slid around your waist, Leon was home.