[ WP ] Through wire tapping , an NSA employee falls in love with the person they are listening in on ...

Teegan was beautiful this evening. 
 
 She sat at the foot of the bed blotting her hair with a towel, the television ’ s faint light accentuating the soft lines of her face. Her body towel was red. She purposely matched it with her toenails. I know this because when she painted them green two weeks ago, and purple before that, she matched. 
 
 Behind her, just outside the bedroom door, her cat Chester stalked by. At least I think it was Chester. It ’ s hard to tell through these video cameras sometimes. Too small. This particular one was in the cactus next to the TV. 
 
 I watch Teegan. Every day. It ’ s my job, so I guess that makes it less creepy. Her brother Truman has come under suspicion, so my boss tells me. I ’ m not really supposed to know. 
 
 The job was easy enough at first. She ’ s gone for most of the day. Works at a law firm. When she gets home in the evening, she ’ ll feed her cat, shower, then read a book by the fireplace before going to sleep. Yesterday she started *Atlas Shrugged*. She ’ s an intelligent woman. 
 I didn ’ t realize I was in love with her until I began listening in more intently; we have area mics scattered across the house. You see, she whispers to herself almost constantly when she ’ s alone. You never really know somebody until you hear his or her inner dialogue. 
 
 She mostly has mock conversations with people she knows at work, or she ’ ll reenact some event from her past in the way that she wishes it had happened. Sometimes she ’ ll spend hours in front of a mirror, practicing how she ’ s going to stand up to a coworker or her boss or *someone*. It ’ s hard to tell honestly. I know for sure that Pat, Cookie, and Robert G. are coworkers; when she uses their names, she fills her sentences with fancy legal terms. Kelsey, Berger, and Quentin I ’ m not certain about. Friends, maybe? 
 
 I know her passions, fears, insecurities, secrets, everything basically. You name it, I ’ ve heard it or seen it. One day she wants to quit her job and open a coffee shop, but she ’ s scared about what her father would think. She hates cats, but loves Chester. Something about helping her through a breakup. She likes jazz, but always, without fail, does this weird shuffle-like dance to a rap song before getting into bed. Every single night. It ’ s endearing. Her favorite color is blue-green, her favorite flavor of ice cream is Jamoca Almond, she likes watching reruns of Friends, and her favorite pair of underwear is the polka-dotted one she wore to her senior ball in high school. Sometimes, she has thoughts of suicide. Whenever that happens, she ’ ll sing “ It ’ s a Wonderful World ”, and it ’ ll switch her mood right around. 
 
 You see, I know Teegan better than I ever could have if I had courted her normally. Everyone puts up a mask, a face, in front of others. Even when you think you know the ins and outs of someone, trust that there is still a layer of secrecy between you and the real them. This way, she reveals herself to me with no inhibitions. And I love her for it. 
 
 I love her so much that I didn ’ t report her phone call with her brother regarding an upcoming terrorist attack in San Francisco. If I had, they would have arrested him, and I would have been reassigned. I don ’ t know what I would do if I couldn ’ t be with her tomorrow, or the next day, 
 
 I know nothing will ever come of this, but I ’ m in love with her. That ’ s all that matters. 

