A/N: A brief look from Lee in the tag scene of 'Fearless Dotty' prompted this little ficlet. Italicized dialog is from the episode. I don't own Scarecrow or Mrs. King. I make no claims on them or the show, I just love the adventures of a housewife and the spy she fell in love with.

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"Sorry I can't invite you in for a piece of cake," Amanda said, genuinely apologetic.

"That's okay. Save me a piece" For a brief second I felt disappointment I hadn't known since I was a child. Truthfully it was longer than a second. I wanted to be welcomed into Amanda's house. I wanted to walk in the door and be greeted as a friend. Not skulking around the bushes in her backyard as she desperately tried to keep my presence hidden from her family.

A year ago, I would have laughed at the notion. Why would I want to attend a child's birthday party? Dozens of children, with sticky fingers, cake, lemonade, pin the tail on the donkey, and silly hats. Truthfully, I wanted to be a part of it. To see the laughter fill Amanda's face as she watched her boys. I'd watched her through the window before; I admired how much she loved her sons. I was continually amazed at how much she did for them, out of pure unselfish love. And throughout this case I watched her plan the birthday party, desperately trying to give Philip the best birthday she knew how, while fulfilling the duty she felt towards the agency. And by the looks of the party she succeeded.

I wanted to share the moment.

A few months ago, I never would have thought twice about the birthday gifts broken because they might have relevance in a case. I never would have worked as hard as I did to get that silly toy here in time to keep a child from being disappointed. And if I did, I wouldn't have cared about seeing him open them. Truthfully, I wanted to be part of it. To see Philip's face when he opened the last minute gift that arrived, the only thing he wished for this year. Amanda would be so happy watching Philip's face light up as he unwrapped the box.

I wanted to share the moment.

A few months ago I never even knew that the King family existed in a white cottage, with a white picket fence. And here I was, pulling all the strings I could to help the birthday party inside be a success. Watching that zany, crazy scatter-brained family interact with and love each other. And truthfully…

Truthfully, I didn't finish that thought. Watching this family gave me faces to remind me of the duty and devotion I felt to my country, to the agency. It's because of what I am that I can't be invited to the party. It's because of what I am that Amanda, the entire King family is safe to enjoy this party.

Truthfully, that's enough.

Truthfully, I do feel like I'm part of it.