"Oh," Benji finally said, and sat down.
Ethan sighed. "Jane, I know you don't wanna hear this, but we'll have to impersonate him."
"No."
"Jane-"
"No, I mean it won't work. He spent weeks as one of them, they're gonna notice."
"She's right," Benji said. "Trevor was like a head taller than me, so..." He looked at the team leader, who was a couple of inches shorter than him, and shrugged.
Jane didn't even want to imagine that Benji or Ethan would wear Trevor's face. That was downright... wrong, and somehow disrespectful. She felt hot tears welling up within her, along with a wave of rage she couldn't explain.
"Then we need someone else," Ethan concluded. "I'll make some phone calls."
"No," Jane said quietly, but Benji was the only one who heard it.
"Ethan, hold on a second." Uneasily, the Brit looked at Jane. Skye saw something apologetic in his glance. "There is one option we haven't considered yet."
Ethan put the phone back and waited for him to continue.
"There's a brother."
It was then that Jane looked up from the something only she could see. Wide-eyed, she stared at Benji, as if she couldn't believe he'd just said that.
"What do you mean?" Ethan asked, intrigued.
"I mean that there's someone who looks exactly like Trevor Hanaway and whom we could potentially persuade to help us."
"No!" Jane said forcefully.
"Jane, this might be the best chance we have," Ethan said.
"Trevor never mentioned him in all the time I knew him, and apparently the first time he learned that Trevor even existed was when the lawyers found him for the reading of the will -"
"Jane," Benji attempted to interrupt.
"-to which he didn't even show up," Jane finished her crescendo. "What makes you think someone like that would help us?"
Benji still remembered his surprise when Jane had asked him to come with her when Hanaway's will was read. It was a side of her she rarely showed – that she needed help, or at least someone to be with her. But after all, he'd been there with her when Trevor had been killed. That surprise however was to be outweighed spectacularly when they learned about that ominous brother – who apparently had no idea about his secret agent twin. Jane had pressed the lawyer for answers – all he could tell them back then was that he had indeed found him, living in Los Angeles, but that he had refused to attend the event. And that was everything. Somehow, the whole thing had upset Jane a lot, and Benji hated that he had felt the need to bring up the subject. In a way, it felt like he had betrayed her trust.
"We could still ask," he said meekly.
"He's a civilian," Jane countered.
"He does work for the police," Benji added for consideration.
Ethan tilted his head approvingly. "We'd operate on a need-to-know basis."
Jane looked back at the floor. The rage had gone, but the rest of her chaotic feelings was still there. "I know," she admitted.
"So that's settled. Two of us should stay here to keep an eye on our targets. Someone's gotta go get him." He felt it was Jane's decision to make.
"I'll do it." Jane got up. "Skye?"
The other woman was slightly surprised, she'd rather stuck to the background during that discussion. She met Jane's eyes.
"Will you come with me?"
/\/\/\/\
Skye hadn't been sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't the guy who opened the door now. It was Hanaway's face all right, as far as she could tell – after all she hadn't known him that well – but the long dirty-blond hair disturbed her a bit. The top-most buttons of his shirt were undone and revealed tanned skin when he leaned against the door frame.
"Hello, ladies," he said with a huge smile and something mischievous in his eyes. "What can I do you for?"
He sounded very southern as he blatantly gave first Skye, then Jane a slow look-over. Agent Holt's first impression was that he was a narcissistic asshole of the type over-bored and self-assured, but despite that there was something sympathetic in the dimples his grin made appear on his cheeks, and something cunning in his eyes that suggested there was more to his personality.
"Detective James Ford?" Jane asked.
"That's right, ma'am."
"We're from the government. This is Agent Holt, I am Agent Carter."
He straightened, his whole posture got slightly more offensive, as if he prepared himself to be ready to strike at any moment.
"We're here on behalf of your brother."
Skye almost shrank back involuntarily when the man's features went so dark, downright hostile at the sound of those words.
"I don't have a brother," he growled, and was about to close the door in their faces, when a similar change went over Jane's face.
Before Skye could properly process what was happening, her fellow agent had hurled herself at Ford. The door swung back at their impact, the knob dug painfully into his back, and before he knew it he had his back against the wall and an arm over his throat, making the whole business of breathing a lot more difficult.
"Jane!" Skye tried to hold her back.
"What the hell is your problem?" Ford got out, and attempted to push the woman away.
"Don't you dare speak about him like that," she hissed, before she let him succeed. Then, without another word, she walked down the hallway.
Skye let herself in as well, closing the door behind her while Ford rubbed his neck and shot her a glare.
"D'ya wanna come in?" he asked with obvious fake-friendliness.
"If you don't mind," Skye replied, matching his sarcasm, and went after Jane.
