Spoilers: up to end of Season 2.
A/N: Betaread by the brilliant fififolle
He doesn't know how she does it. It seems a physical impossibility for her to still be standing, halfway up a boggy hillside in stilettos. Jenny chooses that moment to look down the slope at him, catching him stopping for a breather, hand supporting him against the stone wall.
"Are you coming or do I need to order a Special Forces heli-lift for us to get there in good time?"
"Jus getting my breath back...," he says exasperated by her gungho attitude. He's not sure if it true enthusiasm or simply her wanting each encounter to be over with 'ASAP,' as she was always writing on her memos.
A tsk tsk sound was uttered from her lips and she smiled tightly before a sudden enlightenment appeared on her features.
"Nick. Stop. Looking. At. My. Boots. Anyone would think you have some sort of strange fetish."
Now that was surely a statement designed to embarrass him, yet he'd heard far worse accusations in his time and purely for a laugh he couldn't resist answering that one. "Who says I don't?"
Jenny stumbled a little at his jest, a quick blush creeping up her face before she snapped her head back to straight ahead of her and took off at a fast pace. She'd say it was the crisp cold air putting colour in her cheeks no doubt but he knew better. It almost made climbing the bloody mountain worth it.