Prompt for your consideration: Outlaw Queen--What is it you're not telling me?
A snippet of the OQ Madam Secretary AU I’ve been teasing sybbelle about for weeks. Special shoutout to my mom for making me watch Madam Secretary and giving me a new show to become addicted to :P
“What is it you’re not telling me?”
His words seemed to echo through their bedroom, making her freeze.
“Nothing, Robin. Just go to sleep.”
“You’re a really terrible liar, you know.”
She forced herself to smile as she turned around, crossing her arms over her pajama top. “Only to you, it would appear.”
“Regina,” he coaxed, taking a step toward her. “You can tell me. I’m your husband, for God’s sake.”
“That’s exactly why I don’t want to involve you,” Regina blurted out before she could stop herself. “I mean…this is my job, Robin. Not yours. I don’t want to worry you with it.”
“So this is about work,” he said slowly, in a tone that told her that he didn’t believe her in the slightest.
“Of course. What else would it be?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps your investigation into Secretary Gold’s death?”
Regina froze, staring at Robin open-mouthed. “Who…”
“Mal told me,” he said simply. “Or let it slip on accident. She thought I already knew.”
“I was trying to keep it on the down-low.”
“And you thought that keeping it from me was the best way to do that? I can help you, Regina. I just wish you’d said something to me. How long have you been keeping this from me?”
“The investigation? Just a week or so.”
“Not the investigation. The fact that you think your predecessor’s death was some kind of foul play.”
And there it was, the suspicion that she could no longer keep locked inside, the nagging thought that had kept her awake more nights than she could count since she took the job. There it was, out in the open and impossible to take back.
She sighed, her shoulder slumping as she sank down onto the mattress. “A while. David has his suspicions too. I wasn’t sure how to tell you.”
“Well, you should have.” The mattress dipped as he sat down beside her, one arm coming around her shoulders. She leaned into him with a sigh. “Have you found anything out?”
“Maybe you could use a hand. You’re not the only ex-CIA in this house, remember.”
“Robin, it’s dangerous for me to even be thinking about doing this. If someone did kill Gold, what’s to keep them from coming after me if they find out I’m trying to dig up information on his death? That’s why I didn’t tell you. That’s why I didn’t want you involved. I couldn’t bear the thought of placing you or the kids in danger because of me.”
“Regina, that’s what I signed up for when I married you. Being there for you no matter what. And both of us knew when you took this job that it wasn’t going to be easy.”
She barked out a harsh little laugh. “Please. I still have no idea the full extent of what I signed up for.”
“Well, like it or not, Regina, I’m involved now. I’m going to help you get to the bottom of this.”
She couldn’t help it–she threw her arms around him then, burying her head in the crook of his shoulder and holding on tight, letting the stress of several weeks melt off of her in his embrace.
“And what if I’m right?” she whispered. “What if–”
“Then we face it as a team, Regina, just like always. I’m not going anywhere.”