Bobbi Morse frowned at her ex-husband-how was he so capable of making her consider murder. And this time, it wasn't to shut him up; this time it was to save him.

She tilted her head to the side as she studied his body language; tense but not in a lot of pain. She supposed the people who were holding him captive weren't hitting him very hard-that or he is better at hiding his pain than when they were married. As another punch connected with his jaw, she heard a groan of pain and noticed that he was no bleeding. She didn't think she could wait much longer to get word from Coulson that it was okay to move in-How did he not understand that Hunter's cover had been BLOWN!

Her gun was tightly between her fingers, she didn't care how much trouble she got into-if that man touched him again, she was pulling the trigger.

Bobbi surprised herself when her finger twinged and a bullet flew through the hair into the assailants head milliseconds before he could punch Hunter again; she hadn't meant to actually shoot the guy. All 6 sets of eyes on the floor flew up to look at her-she was in the shadows, so it would be hard to see her. Unfortunately, that didn't stop five of them to aim their guns in her general direction and open fire.

She barely managed to jump down, missing the bullets, but felt one go through her arm. She almost stopped because of the pain, but continued to find cover. As she skidded behind a barrel, she heard Coulson's voice.

"I told you to wait, Morse!"

A grunt was her reply.

"Go!" Coulson exclaimed and the gun fire increased.

Bobbi forced herself up, eyes barely taking notice of the crimson red liquid making a slippery pile on the floor next to her, and fired at the men. She hoped that her mess-up didn't get Hunter killed; who was still chained to a chair, defenceless. How could she be so stupid.

The fight was over soon, and apart from a few bruises, Hunter was fine. She, however, was forced by Simmons to remain on bed-rest, surely she couldn't have lost that much blood.

"That was stupid, you know," Hunter told her as he walked into her bedroom, the next day. He had a nasty shiner but otherwise looked unharmed-and clean.

"Only I'm allowed to tie you to a chair and beat you," Bobbi joked, instantly making it all a lot lighter than it probably would have been.

"Oh, really now?" Hunter asked her with a grin. "I'll keep that in mind next time."

She frowned, she didn't want to think about a next time. "We should get away, for a little while. I day, or a weekend or a week." She suggested, what she wanted to say, was that she wanted to get away forever. Run away from SHIELD and this business, and spend their time together. He had mentioned it to her a few times-usually when she came back injured. And she now understood why. And she now realised how much she loved his idea.

"Where?"

"I don't know. Spain, Paris, Italy... England."

Hunter smiled, "How about you rest, and if you still want to go next week-we'll go. Wherever you want."

Bobbi looked at him, surprised. He agreed. "No. Let's go now, just pack up and leave. Please, Lance."

"You've just been shot, you're not thin-"

"I am thinking clearly." Bobbi interrupted him. "Besides, there's no point me being here. Why not now? I'm injured, I'm not of any use and I'll just get in the way."

"You sure about this?"

"Yes."

Hunter sighed, "Okay. There's an airport about thirty minutes down the road, we can just pick the first flight going out and see where it takes us."

Bobbi smiled, "Perfect."

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