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All That Mattered

Fandom: Scarecrow and Mrs. King
Rating: PG/General

All That Mattered, Ch. 01

All That Mattered

Jonathan Stone told himself he wasn’t getting light-headed. He’d been in worse air than this, after all. Still, as he surreptitiously turned his watch so he could see, he reflected that it had been quite a while since he’d been around this much cigarette smoke. It stank more than he remembered, creeping into every nook and cranny of his surroundings.

All That Mattered, Ch. 02

All That Mattered

Someone was speaking nearby. “Al-ʾamnī…al-ʾamnī…security. Got it. Taḥqīq…taḥqīq…investigation. No, that ‘ḥ’ sound should be deeper…”

All That Mattered, Ch. 03

All That Mattered

Calm, cool and collected. That was how Francine needed to appear, regardless of how she might actually be feeling. Never let them see you sweat.

All That Mattered, Ch. 04

All That Mattered

Jamie slouched in his chair, picking at the chicken stir-fry Amanda had thrown together once she’d gotten Lee settled. He’d barely said anything throughout the whole meal. Joe and Carrie had kept looking over at him and then exchanging worried glances.

All That Mattered, Ch. 05

All That Mattered

There was more activity than usual in the bull pen today, but it hadn’t been hard for Douglas to find out why: Lee Stetson had announced he was coming back to work, only three weeks after he’d been sidelined by a brutal accident, and only ten days after he’d been released from hospital.

All That Mattered, Ch. 06

All That Mattered

She’d made an excuse to be sitting out at the reception desk by the elevators, but Francine suspected nobody was fooled. Not that she’d admit to anything, of course. Her performance in the bull pen earlier had already been embarrassing enough. So, instead, she kept her head down, focusing on presenting the image of someone who was too busy to be bothered and pretending that everything else was normal.

All That Mattered, Ch. 07

All That Mattered

He didn’t even make it to his office door before people were coming at him.

All That Mattered, Ch. 08

All That Mattered

Amanda looked up at the sound of the Q-Bureau door being unlocked. It was a welcome interruption: she’d gotten stuck on her latest translation, and her Arabic-English dictionary was sending her in hopeless circles. Something in this transcript was eluding her, something important—but how could she find the correct words for the fix if she couldn’t even find the vocabulary to phrase the question?

All That Mattered, Ch. 09

All That Mattered

They hadn’t talked about it. They hadn’t talked in the car at all, actually, other than when Lee noticed she’d turned off the freeway.

All That Mattered, Ch. 10

All That Mattered

By the time they reached the Agency the next morning, Lee’s jaw was already set. The walk from the parking garage was short — he’d finally consented to letting her get a temporary handicapped placard — but it took more effort than before he’d been injured. Today, that showed; he was moving as though he were bracing himself for a day that was unlikely to be any easier than yesterday.

All That Mattered, Ch. 11

All That Mattered

Scotty’s eyes widened as Nancy got to work. “Are you, uh, is it okay that you’re doing that?”

All That Mattered, Ch. 12

All That Mattered

Nobody ever knocked on the Q-Bureau door if they could help it, so when she heard the noise, Amanda’s head came up sharply. “Who is it?”

All That Mattered, Ch. 13

All That Mattered

Douglas heard the giveaway pattern of someone on crutches — thump, pause, thump — and knew who it was before Lee Stetson arrived in the bull pen. What he hadn’t expected, however, was for Stetson to stop at his desk. He’d assumed they would sync up sometime later today, up in the Q-Bureau.

All That Mattered, Ch. 14

All That Mattered

Amanda wrung out the washcloth and pretended not to notice that Lee was pretending not to watch her. She shook her head ruefully. This wasn’t the time or the place for pride.

All That Mattered, Ch. 15

All That Mattered

Amanda kept most of her attention on the files in front of her. Now that Douglas had identified discrepancies in the Paris stills, re-checks were uncovering dozens more, and all of them needed to be documented.

All That Mattered, Ch. 16

All That Mattered

Francine felt faintly ridiculous in the large-paned glasses, but the stylist at the eye salon had insisted they were the height of couture right now, particularly for women who wanted to look intelligent in addition to glamorous.

All That Mattered, Ch. 17

All That Mattered

“Miss Desmond,” the young woman said. “You must believe me. Jonathan and I were not —” she broke off, clearly struggling for a word. “Amanți.”

All That Mattered, Ch. 18

All That Mattered

There was a quiet cheer when Amanda backed through the conference room door, balancing a box of take-out sandwiches on top of the files she’d pulled and nudging the door shut with her hip.

All That Mattered, Ch. 19

All That Mattered

Amanda turned to look over her shoulder before merging the minivan onto I-95 at full speed. Her touch on the controls was light and confident, even though she was demanding performance not usually associated with these types of vehicles.

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