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Part 6
"It's almost six," Michael murmured into Birkoff's hair. "We should get you back."
Birkoff rolled over and nuzzled against him drowsily, his voice muffled in Michael's neck. "Ophs gme duntum."
"I'm sorry?"
Birkoff lifted his head. "I said, 'Ops gave me downtime.' Three days. For the Bucharest intel." He climbed on top of Michael, straddling his hips. "I don't have to be anywhere for a while yet."
Michael shook his head, but couldn't help chuckling and reaching out to trail his fingers down Birkoff's thigh. "One night, remember?"
Birkoff gave him an impish grin. "It's still night somewhere in the world, right?"
***
Operations and Madeline gazed down at the comm center, where Michael was consulting with Walter and Birkoff was showing another comm op something on his screen. "So far, so good,"
Operations said. "Both of them are performing up to their usual standards."
"It's only been five days," Madeline replied. "I really think I should talk to Birkoff."
"Even though it may do more harm than good?"
Madeline shrugged. "I've noticed that he's been rather subdued."
Operations glanced over, surprised and amused. "You really do have a soft spot for him, don't you?" he asked.
Madeline only smiled. "And you don't?"
He coughed and looked away. "That's irrelevant." Now that Madeline had mentioned it, Birkoff did seem to be lacking his usual energy. They watched as Michael crossed over to speak with him briefly, and when he turned to leave, Birkoff turned too. For a moment, pure, naked longing crossed his face as he gazed after Michael, then he appeared to shake himself and turned back to his work.
"All right," Operations muttered. "You can talk to him. But make it clear he's not in any trouble. He's as jumpy as a cat as it is - the last thing we need is for him to start thinking he's going to be cancelled. We'd have to sedate him."
Madeline nodded regally. "Thank you." She turned to go, then paused. "Perhaps a talk with
Michael wouldn't be out of order, either."
Operations laughed. "Do you really feel up to trying to get him to talk?"
"I wasn't referring to myself." Madeline paused in the doorway and gave him a Mona Lisa smile. "Good luck, Paul."
Birkoff rolled over and nuzzled against him drowsily, his voice muffled in Michael's neck. "Ophs gme duntum."
"I'm sorry?"
Birkoff lifted his head. "I said, 'Ops gave me downtime.' Three days. For the Bucharest intel." He climbed on top of Michael, straddling his hips. "I don't have to be anywhere for a while yet."
Michael shook his head, but couldn't help chuckling and reaching out to trail his fingers down Birkoff's thigh. "One night, remember?"
Birkoff gave him an impish grin. "It's still night somewhere in the world, right?"
***
Operations and Madeline gazed down at the comm center, where Michael was consulting with Walter and Birkoff was showing another comm op something on his screen. "So far, so good,"
Operations said. "Both of them are performing up to their usual standards."
"It's only been five days," Madeline replied. "I really think I should talk to Birkoff."
"Even though it may do more harm than good?"
Madeline shrugged. "I've noticed that he's been rather subdued."
Operations glanced over, surprised and amused. "You really do have a soft spot for him, don't you?" he asked.
Madeline only smiled. "And you don't?"
He coughed and looked away. "That's irrelevant." Now that Madeline had mentioned it, Birkoff did seem to be lacking his usual energy. They watched as Michael crossed over to speak with him briefly, and when he turned to leave, Birkoff turned too. For a moment, pure, naked longing crossed his face as he gazed after Michael, then he appeared to shake himself and turned back to his work.
"All right," Operations muttered. "You can talk to him. But make it clear he's not in any trouble. He's as jumpy as a cat as it is - the last thing we need is for him to start thinking he's going to be cancelled. We'd have to sedate him."
Madeline nodded regally. "Thank you." She turned to go, then paused. "Perhaps a talk with
Michael wouldn't be out of order, either."
Operations laughed. "Do you really feel up to trying to get him to talk?"
"I wasn't referring to myself." Madeline paused in the doorway and gave him a Mona Lisa smile. "Good luck, Paul."