Freezer

All Jett wanted to do was go back to sleep. Why did Destiny insist on talking even more? Why couldn't she just give up and leave him be?

"See? Even you know how to defend yourself," he hollered back at her, wincing as his own loud voice hurt his head even more. "Why can't you just accept the fact I'm not worth your effort? You are so... so... stubborn."

He sank down a little further in the couch, curling in even tighter. He couldn't remember ever having been told he was worth it until meeting Destiny. Perhaps subconsciously he was arguing simply so she would say it again and he would hear it again. Because deep down... he needed it desperately.

Getting upset hadn't been wise though, and he suddenly got up off the couch. A few bites of toast and a little coffee were all it had taken, and none of it was going to stay down. After throwing it back up, he managed to wash his face, which was pale by now, and trudged unsteadily back to the kitchen. He wasn't sure he could remember ever feeling quite this horrible of a hangover before. And he didn't even have the luxury of wallowing in his own privacy.

Opening the freezer door, he set his head inside and just stood there letting the cold wash over his aching skull. He could feel Destiny's eyes behind him, and was beginning to feel like it was useless to try and fight her anymore. He might not believe her that he had any worth, but that didn't seem to matter much. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" he mumbled. "The Agency said I could be somebody, too."


As Adison took off, Kirk sighed. It took him a few minutes, but he did slowly rise as well, following her into the file room. Joining her on the floor, he looked at all the files and sighed. "It won't do any good... I've shown them over and over again what the Elite has done and they don't care." 

He picked up a particular case and frowned. This place really had done a lot of good. "But... I guess this is better than sitting around in misery." He eyed her for a second before giving her a little grin. "What would I ever do without you, hmm? I can't imagine why you even put up with me." 


Reese wandered from his office and down the hall to the security room where he knocked before entering. Hal wasn't here, but that was just as well - it was Sam he wanted to see. He looked down at her and cleared his throat. "Um... I just wanted you to be aware of two things. One... it sounds like the Elite's future is in as much jeopardy as ever. So, in spite of the decision of others, my advice is to not change anything so if we do sink, you'll at least have the FBI to turn back to." He paused, then went on. She could find out more about all that later if she wanted. "And two, I wanted to congratulate you on a job well done with Aaron. When I arrived this morning, I had twenty-five hand-written pages of Agency intel." 


"Yep." Jason hugged Katie even tighter. "Reese said he got Kirk's word that he won't tell the FBI and that he's on the Elite's side. That's good enough for me."

Pulling back, he smiled before leaning in to kiss her lips, just letting it deepen in this moment. 

I can't believe how relieved I am... We're safe... we're really safe.