Third Party Point of View

Title: Third Party Point of View
Categories: MSR, TPOV.
Rating: G
Summary: A lonely women gives her view of our favorite agents.

I turned to the church eight years ago, when my husband and son were killed in a car accident. I had no where else to go so I took a walk down to the church right here in D.C. I've been coming to mass at noon on Sunday ever since. A lot of things have changed in these last eight years, new priests and pastors, but one thing remains the same.
One women, whom I do not know, is always here.

The first time I walked into this church she was sitting there, waiting for the noon service to start. She looks about thirty, she has hair as red as fire and eyes as blue as the Caribbean. She has always sat alone. I wonder why, she's young, pretty, and she wears a ring. It's not a wedding or engagement ring, more of a ring of promise, but it looks like real gold. I would assume it was given her to a man who cares a lot about her. She also wears a gold cross. She has always looks content, but not complete.

But now things are different. For the past month she's been coming with some one. A man, I'd guess about a foot taller then her. He has nice, brown hair. I saw them walk in, his hand on the small of her back. Now she looks complete. So does he. When they sit down he holds her hand affectionately.

She seems more serious then him. When they walk he is very protective, and I couldn't help but notice the death glare he gave the altar boy who looked at her. He wears his heart on his sleeve, hers is more likely hidden under six layers of over coats, but he gets to her somehow, since he's been around she's more warm and caring, no longer the loner she once was.

Guessing their relationship is more of a challenge then their personality. I noticed the sticker son their car one week, Government exempt sticklers that let them park where ever they want. I saw their ID's too, I couldn't make out the names but they were defiantly FBI ID tags. So at first I assumed they were partners, but then I heard the way they talk to each other. I can tell they are friends. I can also tell that each knows the other better they do themselves. Best Friends. Yeah that's got to be it, Best Friends who happen to work together.

This week we happened to pick the same place to eat lunch. I sat a booth over. A women arrives, an older women. She goes to sit with them. The red haired agent addresses her as 'mom'. The mom hands the man something very delicate. It is then that I notice what it is. A baby. Lovers, that must be it. But why not just get married? I wonder, I guess the bureau has rules against it. It doesn't seem to bother them, not being married I mean, but they might as well be it's quite obvious they are more in love then some of the engaged couples I've seen now days.

I finish my meal and leave. I smile at the thought of happy they are, it reminds me of my husband. And now while I sit at mass I pray for their happiness, they seem like such good people. When you get married they say 'Till death do you part' but that doesn't apply in this case, Death couldn't make them part.