He stroked my cheek and kissed me softly. "Me too. I love you and nothing would make me happier."

I kissed him. "I love you too."

***

As soon as Keith and I walked into CTC, a busy day started. Diplomats from the Middle East: Iran, Iraq, and Pakistan were visiting, discussing and holding peace talks with President Larson.

We had strong Intel that the hotel the diplomats were staying at was going to bombed by a group of Islamic radicals led by a man named Mulad Nahir. We had very little information on him, but we knew what he looked like because he had been on a watch list for some time. Mulad was a tall, broad shouldered man with thinning salt and pepper hair, a goatee, and steel black eyes. Keith and Pete were heading immediately to the hotel. I'd told James I was ill and not well enough to go out into the field.

I stood outside the locker room waiting for Keith to finish getting ready.

He came out in jeans, a blue shirt, and a dark blue jacket. He hugged me and I held onto him. "Be careful," I whispered.

He pulled back and took my face in his hands. "I will." I kissed him, tears in my eyes. "Hey, what's the matter?"

I shook my head and shrugged. "I don't know. I just kinda feel like my emotions are getting the best of me right now...I guess."