bailey was sure that she was destined to spend the rest of her life waiting on elliot crue. waiting for him to finish interviews, waiting for him to finish press junkets, waiting for him to get out of the shower so they could go over his schedule. her life was spent waiting for him, but for whatever reason she'd grown fond of the fact that everything ran at a slower pace when he was around. there was no anxiety as everyone ran around trying to get him from one place to another, no stress filled mornings waiting for him. he ran at his own pace, and they all just had to work around that. she sat back against the headboard of his hotel bed, watching the rest of his interview on the tv in front of her as the door shut quietly. she rolled her head to the side, pushing her body up so that she was sat on the edge of the bed as he rounded the corner. "work wife?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms over her chest as she climbed to her feet and paced closer to him. she tugged his tie off his neck effortlessly, knowing that if he did it himself he end up choking himself. "work wife?"