Separation of Power

This was why he needed a safe place. A place where he could let his guard down and recuperate. That had been taken away from him, though. Someone in America knew about Rapp's secret life. They had tried to kill him twice now: once in Europe and once back in the States. Europe was bad enough, but setting a trap for him in his own home and using his girlfriend as the bait was way too close. Someone knew too much about Rapp and as each day passed it strengthened his resolve to find out who that person was. Before he could get on with his life he had to close this chapter. And Rapp desperately wanted to get on with his life. He wanted A

Rielly stepped out onto the deck with Shirley following close behind. She had a beer in each hand and a sly grin on her face. She bent over and kissed Rapp on the lips. "How was your day, honey?"

"Just great," he replied with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. "How was yours?"

Rielly straightened up and handed him a beer. "Fine." Turning, she said, "I'm going to put some jeans on. I'll be back in a minute."

Rapp smiled at her as she went back into the house. That was easy, he thought. He'd been dreading the interrogation she would give him about his meeting with Ke

When Rielly came back outside she had on jeans, one of Rapp's fla

Rapp leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Thanks for the beer."

"You're welcome." Rielly took a sip of her own and said, "Now tell me all about the meeting."

"You know ... we talked a little bit about this and a little bit about that. It lasted about an hour. No big deal, really. Anything happen at the White House today?"

"Nice try." Rielly gri

"I'm not sure where to start." Oh, he loved her. She was so beautiful and strong, both physically and mentally. Rapp was equally drawn to both. He knew himself well enough to know that if he were to ever survive in a long term relationship he would need a woman who would keep him in line from time to time. Rapp had been a loner for far too long and had picked up some habits that weren't very helpful in ru

In an intentionally condescending tone Rielly said, "Why don't you start from the begi

"Well, I wore my gray three-button suit and that tie you bought me for Father's Day." Rapp stopped and looked at her with a shitty grin. "Why did you buy me a tie for Father's Day, by the way? We never discussed that. Was it wishful thinking on your part, or were you trying to imply that I may have some children that I-don't know about?"

"I've got all night, Mitchell, my darling. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can just tell me, or I can wear you down hour by hour."

Rapp smiled as he took another drink. "I can hold out."

"Oh ... I'm sure you can. But two can play at that game." Rielly gave him a devilish smile and turned her attention to the fire.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Rapp with a little more eagerness han he would have liked to show.

"No sex."

Rapp groaned, "Oh God. Don't you pay any attention to all of those stupid relationship books that you and your friends read? They all say the same thing. Never, And I repeat, never use sex as a weapon."

"I'm not using it as a weapon." Rielly shook her head. "If I decide to abstain I will do it on religious grounds."

"And what would those be?" Rapp laughed.

"That I shouldn't be giving myself so freely to a man who I am not married to, much less engaged." Rielly quickly took a drink of beer to hide the smile that was spreading across her face.

Rapp watched her for a second and said, "So you want to become some sort of born-again virgin?"

"Yeah, something like that."

Rapp laughed. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Only a sexually repressed Irish Catholic girl from Chicago could come up with something so ludicrous."

"We'll see how ludicrous you think it is after a couple of weeks of cuddling and nothing else."

Still laughing, Rapp held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. You win. What would you like to know?"

Rielly smiled triumphantly. "What was the new job offer?"

"Come to work in the Counterterrorism Center. She hasn't decided on a title yet. I'd be attached to the Middle East desk in some form or another. Either as a senior analyst or a special assistant to the DCI on Islamic terrorism."

Rielly raised her eyebrows in exaggerated excitement. "I like the second one. It sounds very important." With a grimace Rapp said, "I'm not sure I like either of them."

"Why?"

"I don't know, honey. I don't know if I can go to work in that damn puzzle palace."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not used to punching the clock, and as you know, taking orders is not my strong suit."

"Yeah, but what else are you going to do?"

Staring into the fire Rapp said, "I don't know. I'll stay home and raise the brood."

"Oh no, you won't." Rielly shook her head. "The last thing I want is a brooding husband raising the brood. You go nuts, Mitchell. You need challenge in your life. Don't get me wrong. I think you'll be a great father, but a Mr. Mom you're not."

"Yeah, I know, but--" Rapp stopped and took a drink.

"But what?"

"I don't think I'm cut out to play all of the Mickey Mouse games they make you play at Langley."

Rielly reached over and touched his hand. "I think you should do it. At least give it a try." "Really?" Rapp said, a little surprised.

"Yeah. And don't forget, you've got the director in your corner if anything goes wrong."

Rapp studied her. "Hmm."

"What?"

"I just didn't expect you to tell me to take the job."

"We all have to do something, honey. You were very good at what you did for the last ten years." Rielly reached out and touched his cheek."I got to see it firsthand." Softly she added, "You saved my life. "A warm smile washed over her face and she leaned over and kissed him. "And now that I've fallen in love with you, you are going to have to retire from the front lines and take a desk job." She pinched his cheek. "The transition might be a little difficult at first, but you know too much about the Middle East to just walk away."

"It doesn't bother you at all that you'll have to tell your family and friends that I work for the CIA?"

"Are you kidding me?" Rielly gri

"No." She shook her head and then after thinking of a couple of potential problems added, "And if it does, I'll deal with it." Thinking about what she had just said, Rapp slowly nodded his understanding. "Well, that makes me feel better about it."

"Good. What else did you talk about?"

Rapp thought about Ke