In celebration of the Seahawks Super Bowl victory, I was inspired to post another chapter! Also, all of the nice comments and favorites that I received really helped to boost my confidence! I hope everyone enjoys this next one-shot and has an excellent week!


Shivers

Riley wrapped her arms tightly around her body, attempting to contain any warmth that may escape. Her slim sweatshirt doing nothing to provide her with body heat. The private jet was the nicest form of transportation Riley had seen, except maybe for Air Force One. However, the one thing Riley could not stand about the Cyber Command jet was how absolutely freezing the temperature was kept.

Looking over at Gabriel, Riley noticed that he did not seemed fazed by the constant stream of cool air. He was gazing out the window, seemingly in another world, and Riley wondered what moment he was rendering. She didn't have to ask, in fact she didn't want to ask. Riley knew what moment Gabriel was returning to: Amelia, the bomb, Riley saving his life. She didn't blame him for rendering that moment, but it only caused the guilt to resurface in Riley's stomach that she worked so hard to keep down.

Riley shuddered violently and pulled her knees to her chest, retreating into a ball for warmth. Her shivers must have awoken Gabriel because the glazed look in his eyes vanished and he stared intently at Riley. When she shivered again, Gabriel smirked before asking her, "Are you cold Riley?"

Not even trying to hold back her eye roll, Riley moved from her curled up position in her chair to pour herself a cup of coffee; more just to warm up her hands than to actually drink. She wasn't going to say anything, but couldn't hold back after seeing Gabriel's arrogant expression. She huffed "Of course I'm cold, this plane is freezing! I don't understand why the temperature inside the plane has to be colder than outside. "

"You have Gabriel to thank for that, Riley. Ever since we put that chip in him, he's liked the temperature to be just above freezing." Lillian's commanding voice was heard behind Riley's chair, making her start slightly. She wasn't used to having Lillian on the plane with Gabriel and herself and was even more unaccustomed to her boss's jokes. The mission this time required Lillian's presences, but Riley hadn't seen her since they first entered the plane.

"Come on Lillian, it really isn't that cold in here." Gabriel tried to defend himself, and Riley would have believed him if it were not for the laughter in his eyes. She always knew when Gabriel was serious or not because of his eyes. When he was being serious, his blue eyes were like liquid and they always entranced Riley, even if she hated to admit it. When he was joking around, Gabriel's eyes literal sparkled, as if they were alive in their own way.

Riley shot daggers in his direction before resuming her curled up position. She was still shivering, and it seemed to have taken up more of her dwindling energy. "How much longer until we get there?" she mumbled. Having been awake most of the night due to a terrible migraine, Riley was really hoping for to sleep while on the plane. She did not exactly know the intensity of this mission since they were rushed on the plane, but Riley knew she would have to have one hundred percent focus to do her job properly.

"Probably another hour, you should get some rest. You look terribly tired." Gabriel laughed outwardly this time, causing angry looks from both Riley and Lillian. Choosing to ignore his comment this time, Riley attempted to get comfortable in her chair while still staying warm. She felt her eyes being to droop and she welcomed a moment of relaxation, something she doesn't regularly experience.

After a few moments of dozing off, Riley felt a light weight fall on top of her strewn out legs, immediately offering desired warmth. Not quite conscience enough to open her eyes in order to investigate the new found warmth, Riley fell into an even deeper sleep. Soundly at rest for the first time in what felt like ages, Riley began to dream: explosions, gunfire, Gabriel and herself stuck in the middle of it. Riley knew this was her job, what she had signed up for, but she still couldn't hold back the consuming feelings of fear. These feelings only escalated when she saw her worst nightmare materialized before her eyes; Gabriel was hit, badly, Riley could see the blood all over his chest. In a moment of sheer panic, Riley jolted awake, feeling the pressure of a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Riley wake up!" It was Gabriel, completely fine, not wounded, and arousing her from sleep. Jumping from her chair, Riley took in her surrounding, seeing the door to the plane open and Lillian on her way out. They must have arrived and landed all while Riley was in the midst of her nightmare. On her lap, the object keeping her warm for the last part of the flight, was Gabriel's leather jacket; the one he never leaves home without.

"I'm sorry I was just…" she tried to explain before Gabriel stepped in.

"Nightmares come with the job. I understand." It was the most sincere Riley had ever seen Gabriel. She smiled softly at him before forcefully rubbing her face with her hands, attempting to remove the images of the nightmare from her mind. When she stood, moving towards the door of the jet, Riley held out his jacket, but Gabriel didn't take it.

"It's going to be just as cold out there as it was in the plane. I would hate to see you keep shivering." With that, he turned and exited the plane, leaving Riley alone. She didn't know how to respond, and was sure there was a blush on her face. Following the rest of her team off of the plane Riley threw on Gabriel's jacket as well, pleased when she didn't feel cold the rest of the day.