Author's Note: This will be a slow burn type of romance/drama with more emphasis on the love rather than sexy times. If you're looking for more of the sexy times this may not be your cup of tea. It has been moved to the romance section since things are heating up between Rob and Belle.
End of Part VI
As I opened the truck door for her to get in, I noticed for a few seconds that she looked like she was trying to regain her composure. I couldn't help but think to myself, surely, she wasn't turned on by that brief moment of me touching her. If it was then I'd have to find a way to do it more. If she was going to be a tease, so could I.
Part VII
It was the Tuesday after the kickball game. I returned to work the day prior to find much to be caught up on despite my getting quite a bit done while I was off. I was doing a field visit Tuesday afternoon and looking over surveillance film from a store theft when my phone started to ring. I unhooked it from my belt clip and saw that it was Belle calling.
"Hi Love, what's up?" I said as I answered the call.
"Robbie the Institute called me today. They want to interview me this week. I told them I needed to talk to you first to see when I could use the Denali. Do you have more field visits this week?"
"There's always a potential for field visits. I'll see if I can requisition a Bureau car. Or if nothing else Joe can give me a ride." I told her. "Call the Institute back and say you're ready to interview whenever they want you to."
Later that afternoon after I got home Belle, and I were sitting on the front porch chatting about our days when two identical cars pulled into the driveway.
"Who are they?" Belle asked.
"I have no idea, but I guess we're about to find out." I said as I stood up and moved to greet the men getting out of the cars. "Good afternoon gentlemen." I said as I approached them.
"Mr. Anderson, I presume." one of the men said as he extended his hand.
"That's right." I said as I shook his hand. "What can I do for you Mr.?"
"Weber." he replied. "I'm Ron Weber and this is James Mason, we're from the Nelson Institute."
I shook Mason's hand as Weber continued, "Admiral Nelson asked us to bring you this Institute car. He said you might have need of it." indicating the sedan that his partner had just gotten out of.
"Oh wow." I said. "We can sure use it. Right now, we've only got my Denali and it needs a head gasket and Belle has an interview with you guys later this week. and I never know when I'll be sent on field visits."
Mason then handed me the keys to the car he had just gotten out of. "Yeah, the Admiral said hopefully before too long both of you would be working for us."
"I'll call the Admiral myself but be sure to convey my thanks to him." I said.
"We will." Weber said. "Well, we'll let you get back to your evening. Good night, sir." I shook hands with both men again before they got in Weber's car and departed.
Belle watched the scene from the bottom of the porch came up to me after the men drove off. "The Admiral is giving us a car?"
"Probably more like a loan." I told her as we walked up to the car that had been left for us. It was a late model Hyundai Sonata dark blue in color.
"I'd say this makes it look like you're going to get the job." I said. "I don't think the Admiral would send you a car if he didn't want to hire you."
I then held out the keys for her to take but she said, "No you use it. You'll need it for your field visits."
"No, I'll use the Denali." I told her. "I don't want you driving it long distances and risk getting stranded until I can get it fixed, not when a clear viable alternative has been dropped in our laps."
As she took the keys from me, I noticed that pensive look was suddenly back on her face.
"What's wrong Love?" I asked.
"No other guy I've been with would have done that for me. They would have left me to figure out my situation. They wouldn't have cared if I got stranded." she said as a tear escaped from her right eye and slid down her cheek.
I ignored the subtle indication that we were already together but filed it for future thought. I used my thumb to wipe the tear off her cheek as I told her, "In my book any man that claims to love a woman wouldn't want to put her in a situation where she could end up stranded and in a bad spot especially when there's an easy alternative like we have here."
Belle then threw her arms around me and said, "Oh Robbie you're too good to me."
I held her for a few seconds stroking her back before saying, "No Love, you're not good enough to yourself." As I stroked her back with my hand, I felt the briefest of quivers and heard a very subtle hitch in her breath. This encouraged me so I kept it up as she leaned harder into me.
After a couple of minutes of holding each other, we let go and I asked, "Better?"
"Much better." she said beaming up at me.
"Hey, let's take this thing out and see what it's made of." I said. She agreed and we both jumped in the car and headed out.
We spent the next hour or so cruising around town taking turns driving. I linked Belle's phone to the android system, and we cranked up our favorite tunes and tested out the car's sound system. Neither of us had driven a Hyundai before but were both very impressed with the cars handling and ride.
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Two days later on Thursday turned out to be a long hard day for me. Belle had her interview at the Institute and thanks to the Admiral's generosity I didn't have to worry about the Denali letting her down.
A long grueling day of field visits left me mentally and physically exhausted. That in itself was nothing new to me as I was used to long days often running from sunup to long into the night. I was fairing pretty well until I glanced at my G-Shock and saw the date and suddenly remembered the significance of the date. This brought on a wave of melancholy.
The long day of field visits helped my own personal feelings to the side, but going home wouldn't be as easy as it usually was. I'm not going to say that I was dreading going home that day, but I wasn't looking forward to it as I usually did. I knew Belle would pick on my moodiness especially when she would be jumping at the bit to tell me all about her interview.
Sure, enough when I got home Belle was excited as could be and couldn't wait to tell me what had happened at the Institute. I put my best game face on as I grabbed a soda from the fridge, and we sat down in the living room.
"I think the interview went really well." she started off grinning wide. "It was the Admiral, the head of HR, and the VP of accounting in the interview. The VP of accounting, James, asked most of the questions and the Admiral chimed in as needed and made me feel at ease, like he did when I talked to him last week. The seemed really impressed with all the accounting work I've done in a short period of time. They want to talk to me again next week."
I was glad Belle was doing all the talking at this point because interacting at this point would be a massive chore and one I didn't know if I was up for. I knew I would have to face it soon, but I took the few minutes she was talking to try to ground myself as well as take in what she was saying.
After she finished her monologue, Belle looked at me all smiles and said, "Isn't this exciting. I think I've got a real shot at being hired?!"
"Yeah, it sounds great." I said trying to sound enthusiastic but not really succeeding. Hearing my own voice as I said it, I knew I sounded like I couldn't have cared less.
Belle's excitement dropped at that, and she eyed me with concern. "Robbie what's wrong? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, just a bit tired that's all." I said hoping she would drop it. I should have known better.
"Are you sure you look sad?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said as I stood up. "I've got some work to do in the lab." I added before moving in that direction.
"Robbie don't put me off." Belle said. "If something's wrong I want to help you. Maybe I can do something."
I turned to face her as I reached the door to the lab and said in an irritated tone, "There's nothing you can do."
"Ok." she said softly and turned to leave. I was about to turn back into the lab when I realized what I had done.
"Belle wait." I said and she turned to face me again. The look of concern back on her face. "I'm sorry, it's been a hard day and I didn't mean to take it out on you."
She came into the lab and we both sat down on the sofa as she asked, "Robbie what's wrong? You know if you talk about it, you'll feel better."
"Seven years ago, today my dad died." I said somberly.
"Oh, Robbie I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?" she said as she put her arms around me.
"Because it's not your problem." I said.
"Yes, it is." Belle said as she moved back to look me in the eye. "You've always made my problems your problems so the least I can do is help you with yours." When I didn't say anything for a few seconds she continued, "It's ok to admit you're sad over your dad's death. Nobody worth their salt will think less of you. You don't have to be the big macho spy all the time."
I again decided against explaining the difference between a spy and an intelligence analyst and instead decided to just tell the story that had bothered me for seven years now. "It was my last year in the Navy. I was on deployment in the Middle East. I don't know if you remember, but at that time there was all that drama being stirred up in the Persian Gulf and Iran was making waves. Mishaps in the global military communications system meant that by the time my mom's message got to me that dad was already gone."
Belle's curious yet concerned gave never wavered as I continued, "I immediately applied for bereavement leave but due to the situation I was only able to get five days off. The Admiral tried to get me more, but CENTCOM wouldn't relent saying we were on a war alert. By the time my leave was approved, and I'd spent a day and a half in the air, I had missed the funeral. I only had 2 days at home before having to get back to the Middle East and get back to work."
As I finished my narrative, I felt myself choking up and tears starting to run down my face. Belle wrapped her arms around me as she said, "Oh Robbie I'm so sorry." I sat still for a few minutes after that my head resting on her shoulder letting myself rest and the tears flow. It was actually quite comforting and cathartic letting all this out after seven years.