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"Well, that was fun." Said Abby as she climbed into the back of a CIA van 2 hours later.

"My favourite part was when you slapped Ed." Laughed Joe, scrambling in behind her.

"Ohh, me two." Townsend rolled his eyes. "I can't believe your childish games. You could have compromised the mission!"

"Yea, well, we didn't, did we?" Abby shot back in a bad British accent.

They sat across from each other on the floor, with Townsend sitting straight with perfect posture on one side and Abby and Joe lounge against each other.

Joe smirked at Townsend when Abby lay down and put her head in his lap, shooting him a 'don't you wish you were me?' look. "You might want to get more comfortable, Eddy. This is gonna be a long drive."

Abby awoke 3 hours later to Joe looking down at her.

"Good morning, beautiful." He said.

Abby smiled. "Hey, hotstuff." They laughed quietly together.

"We should stop this. Eddy's going to think there's something going on between us." She gestured to the sleeping man.

Something quickly flashed before Joe's eyes- disappointment?- before he smiled back at her. "You're right," he whispered as Abby sat up. "So, we never finished our game. Truth or Dare?"

She laughed. "Truth."

Joe was surprised. Abby was normally the type to choose a dare. It took him a minute to think of a good one. "Okay, what really happened in Dubai with Abe and Matt?"

Abby snorted. He was referring to last Christmas- the one she had spent on a mission with Abe Baxter and her sister's husband, Matthew Morgan. "Well, you know how Abe never drinks? We found out why. He's a major lightweight." They both grinned. "We were at a bar on some downtime, Matt and I convinced him to do some Merry Christmas shots with us, and 3 drinks later he was stumbling drunk." She smiled. Joe loved her stories- she had a way of turning little things into hilarious memories.

"So there we were, pretty much dragging a grown man back to the safe house- you should have seen the looks we got. Anyways, when we got there, Matt decided that someone need to teach him a lesson, so he hid under the bed for a night to scare him when he woke up- we were all pretty drunk. I went to bed, and then a few hours later, all I heard was this huge thud and a yell. I ran to their room, thinking someone had broke in, and I found Matt on the floor with Abe standing over him. Matt had woken up in a panic and tried to get up, whacking his head on the bed frame, which had in turn woke Abe up, who had dragged Matt out and punched him, thinking it was an enemy agent. And that was pretty much what went down."

Joe and Abby cracked up together. Joe watched her laugh out of the corner of his eye; the way her bangs fell into her eyes, her smile widened, the way she folded over as if it were all too much.

"Kay, it's your turn. Truth or Dare?" she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Truth." He said, after a little consideration.

Abby smiled. She already had one in mind. "Who was the first girl you kissed? And not a little peck, but a real kiss. The way we used to."

Joe raised an eyebrow. "The way we used to." He repeated softly. He knew she didn't mean to hurt him- she probably didn't even know that she did. It had been a long time ago- it had been 5 years since they'd shared that first night together, and 3 years since they'd broken up. Of course, they were still great friends- probably closer now than they had been before. But it stung a little for her to be so casual about it. He closed his eyes, willing his racing thoughts to stop- the kind of thoughts that made him happy he was 'hard to read'.

"Her name was Alicia Mays. She was two years older than me. We met at one of the parties Matt and me used to sneak out of Blackthorne to get to. I only saw her a few times, and the last night- right before she left for university at some Ivy League school- she kissed me, and I went with it." He admitted.

Abby smiled what she hoped was a happy smile, but she couldn't help but be a little jealous of that girl. She looked Joe in the eyes, and thought she saw a hint of longing.

"Ok, my turn. Dare." She said before there was a chance for the moment to change.

"Alright, that's more like it," He said in his normal tone. "I have a good one."

"What is it?" she asked, a little bit nervous.

"Kiss Townsend."

Ohh, suspense! Sorry to leave you hanging like this, but on Tuesday I'll be leaving for vacation, and I won't be back for a week! I'll try to get one more chapter up tomorrow for you guys!