Almost a week had passed since Emma returned to her own time. Her memory was still around among the many Freelancers. For some they were nice memories of a good kid who was also a badass soldier, but for others, specifically a certain one eyed, tan colored agent, the memory was like unwanted company. One thing was for sure. They'd never forget her.

It was late in the afternoon when Texas made her way to the Freelancer Rec. Room. She was tired after a long training session with the Dakota Twins and was really wanting to sit down with her nice mug of Michigan's famous Ibarra Hot Chocolate. When she arrived, there they were sitting on the big couch was the newest couple of Project Freelancer, Washington and Carolina.

"Hey Tex." Carolina said noticing her arrival. It was still strange hearing that without the sound of hate behind it.

"Hey guys." She said back and plopped herself down on one of the seats. They were sitting there and staring at a laptop. Probably looking for new drapes to match the floor of their new apartment. "So what are you guys doing." She said and took a swig of her chocolate

"Seeing which drapes match the carpet of our new apartment." Wow she was spot on with her guess. It almost made Texas spit up her drink. However the Chocolate was to good to go to waste.

"Wait wait, are you being serious!?" She asked.

Carolina scoffed at the question. "No. Of course not. We're just go through the AfterActionReport from the out last mission." She yawned from being tired. "Apparently we killed a lot of people from when we blew up that building."

Texas snorted a chuckle. "Yeah. The Director got on my ass about that. Besides its not like we intentionally wanted to kill all those people right?"

"Would killing all those guards and not caring at all make us psychopaths." Washington asked.

Everyone stayed silent for a moment contemplating Washington's question. Would this make them all Psychopaths?

"I don't know. What do you think Mitch?" Texas asked Michigan who had now appeared in the seat beside her from out of nowhere. He stirred his own mug of Chocolate.

"First of all, you have to follow some of the many traits to be a psychopath. Second of all, no. This doesn't make you psychopaths." He answered.

"We did kill a lot of people." Carolina said.

"No. I've killed a lot of people. You guys, well this is a war we're fighting in after all. Theres a difference. I take pride in my work." Michigan said and took swig of his chocolate.

Carolina's eyes began to blink and she started to doze off. She managed to catch herself before she could collapsed. "Sorry."

"Are you okay?" Washington asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." She answered trying to hold back another yawn.

"Come on. Its late and I'm beat to. Lets get some sleep." He said.

He stood up first and helped Carolina up off the couch. They walked together arm in arm and she rested her head on his shoulder as they walked out. Texas watched them, how close they were and all. She was happy for them, she really was. She was just grateful that they weren't all lovey dovey kiss face like North was when he got with Nevada. But Washington and Carolina they kept their love contained. They were still sweet together. And she was happy for them. Sometimes she wished if she should go back to Church. Maybe if they really tried, instead of just yelling, fighting and having angry sex all the time only for her to sneak out later, they could be happy. Maybe they could have a nice kid. Like they did with Emma.

Washington opened the door and carried Carolina inside their room. Right now she was at the breaking point and of sleeping and staying awake, and she was losing the battle. Luckily she was already in night clothes and ready for bed so he wouldn't have to worry about fighting her into them.

He gently laid her to bed and was already cozying up in her side to s leep. He smiled. She always looked beautiful when she slept. He climbed into bed after and wrapped his arms around her, holding her closely and gave her a kiss on her cheek. He could see the curve of her smile and her felt her grip on his hands.

"Good night Carolina."

"Good night Wash."