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Henley was at least twenty minutes early for her meeting with Morgan. She was never one to be late. While she checked in with the secretary, Henley planted one of the small listening devices at the desk. After that, she sat down to wait. 

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Henley didn't believe she needed a babysitter. It was an argument that happened every time Harry had to go on a trip for work. She understood that she was only eleven. However, she didn't believe that fact should win the argument.

All her babysitter ever did, was sit downstairs and knit. Henley would be told to play upstairs and behave. And that was it. Somehow she always ended up in Harry's room. He wasn't her real father, but that didnt matter. He was her father now. Henley didn't like it when Harry went away, so she would sleep in his bed every night til he came home.

This night was no different. Henley had disappeared to his room. And since Harry had said it was okay, the babysitter let Henley be.

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Henley was curled up on her couch with Mo's head in her lap. She had taken a sick day from work giving no explanation, not even to Merlin. She hoped he wouldn't worry. She just needed a day with her dog. Henley hadn't told her father or her boyfriend what the vet had said. Mo was sick, and he wasn't going to get better.

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"Have we seen one another before?" (@bespoke-suits, from Charlie)

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Ellie looks up, a little surprised to hear the slightly altered voice. “Oh, uh, I didn’t think you would remember. There was a lot going on at the time… How are you feeling?”

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Henley had left HQ early. There wasn’t much left for her to do. She couldn’t go on missions now that she was pregnant, a fact only she and Hamish were aware of. She had made him promise not tell anyone til she was ready. Now that she was ten weeks along, Henley had agreed to tell their parents. Hamish had already told his mother, and Harry was coming over for dinner tonight. Henley was sure Harry was unaware of the news they were going to tell him.

So here she was, stuck at whole foods trying to decide what they should eat for dinner. She was looking through the seafood, thinking about making lemon rosemary salmon, when it was suddenly quiet. When henley looked around, she found the store was deserted. She went to look down another aisle, it was empty. When she turned back, a man was standing there smiling at her. Behind him were two henchmen types, and they were not smiling.

“Hello?” Henley spoke, a little unnerved. Warning bells were going off in her head. She was luckily still wearing her glasses. Henley disguised turning them on as a nervous gesture. Hamish would see she that she was in trouble.

“Hello, Henley dear.” The man spoke, still smiling at her. Henley narrowed her eyes at him.

“Who are you then? How do you know my name?” She demanded. Henley did not like where this was going. The last man she had faced off with like this had shot her.

“It’s been a long time, my dear.” The man said. “I had hoped you would remember me.”

“Look, I don’t know you…so whatever this is, I’d like it to be over now.” Henley told him.

“But you do know me.” He said, looking almost hurt by her words. “And I can prove that you do.”

“Okay,” Henley sighed. “I’ll play along then. But i really do need to finish shopping for dinner…”

“No worries. I just need to ask one question that will clear this all up. How is Mr. Snuggles?” the man asked. When Henley froze, he smiled at her.

“How do you know about…” She trailed off. Mr. snuggles was a stuffed dog that had been in her possession since she was five years old. He was packed up in a box somewhere.

“Simple really,” He said. “I am your father, Henley. You wanted a puppy when you were five. Your mother wouldn’t let me buy you a real one. I bought him for you.”

“You’re Jonathan Blakesley..”

“Sir Jonathan Blakesley,” He corrected her. “And you are my daughter, Henley Rae Blakesley.”

Henley frowned. It was her turn to correct him. “Henley Rae Hart, and I have a father. He may not be my biological father, but he raised me. And I am a grown woman, why show up now?”

“I am well aware you are grown. And i know what a dangerous job you have chosen.” He replied. “I hope you didn’t choose to be a spy just to be like your mother. I wouldn’t want you to share in her fate.” “I chose to be a spy for my own reasons.” Henley informed him. “And they had nothing to do with you. I swear if you invade my life, you will regret it. I’m not sure what you expected to happen here.

Blakesley sighed. “I suppose you have a point. I simply wanted to see you again.” “Well, you’ve seen me.” Henley said, looking down at her watch. “And you’ve wasted my time.”

“You, are so much like your mother.” He smiled. With a snap of his fingers, people began returning to the store. “It was good to see you Henley. Enjoy your dinner.”

Henley quickly walked away. She gather a few more ingredients before she paid and left for home. She left her glasses on all the way, talking to Hamish so he’d know she was safe.