No One's POV

"Did you really have to sneak out of your own house?" Will asks his team leader, Nora.

"Don't look at me like that… Zeus has security on high alert. He put me on security code: Ultra! I have my own damn MI6 team on me! Ever since the Sherrinford Incident." Nora sighs with an eye roll. "It's absolutely ridiculous. I feel like a high schooler being scolded by their parent."

"He's just worried." Jonathan pipes in, but he has a wife and kids of his own to look after; one of the only few on the War Dog team to have a family outside.

"Don't take his side, Sierra." Nora glares at her teammate.

"But completely wrong, of course…" Jonathan holds up his hands.

"I thought so…" Nora looks satisfied. "Coms in and online guys. We're about to enter the blackout zone."

"He's gonna flip when he figures out you're gone." Jules offers.

"He'll live. It's not like he doesn't have access to our files." Nora scoffs as she checks her clips and gun. "Everyone locked and loaded?"

"Copy that, Phoenix."

"So, just to clarify… You're not retiring?" Nick, code name Zulu, asks.

"Hell no." Phoenix shakes her head. "You can pry this team from my cold dead hands."

"Good. Because breaking in a team leader is such a pain." Will punches Nora good natured in the shoulder.

"As I've said before, you're such an asshole, Whiskey… And need I remind you, I picked all of you when I got promoted as Alpha leader." Nora scoffs. "Alright, everyone know their positions?"

"Copy, copy, Phoenix."

"Alright, let's move out!" Phoenix orders as the helicopter door opens and they jump into the dark of the night.

"Hello Nora… How nice to see you…" Mycroft offers pleasantries to his wife after four days of a black out, her MI6 in a communications black out on their mission, and now just coming back to the SIS Headquarters.

"Are you mad?"

"Am I mad? Is that even a question, Nora? You snuck out of the house and took a level 5 classified mission with your Alpha Team." Mycroft deadpans.

"Well, I wouldn't have to do that if you just dropped the Ultra security level." Nora offers innocently.

"Nora." Mycroft breathes in through his nose; she couldn't comprehend the constant worry he had for her when she was gone.

In the beginning of their marriage it was tolerable, before Sherrinford it was under control by him simply being in the position to oversee her mission reports or see her status at any given moment, but now, now it was simply unbearable, a nagging, an agonizing and excruciating fear and desperation that she was in danger and there was nothing he could do about it.

She was his best kept secret, his ace in the deck, his queen on the chess board. And while the queen protected the king, the king bowed to the queen. He could not have her exposed. She was his very heart. And he'd do anything to protect it.

"Mycroft." Nora mimics back.

"I was worried." Mycroft finally says. "I worry about you. Constantly. Your loss would break my heart."

"Alright… I'm sorry I worried you." Nora apologizes. "But, I'm not sorry I did my job." She tells her husband, walking around to sit on his lap behind his desk.

"Firebird, I'm at work." Mycroft tells his wife.

"Well… Maybe… You could… Take some time off. Show me how much you worried? After all, I just came home." Nora suggests, twirling his tie between her fingers.

"I'll have Anthea call my car." Mycroft replies, leaning in to kiss Nora on the forehead.

"Mmm, I thought so, Mr. Holmes."

"Welcome back, Mrs. Holmes."

Whiskey - Will

Foxtrot "Fox" - Adam

Sierra - Jonathan

Juliette "Jules" - Alexandria/Alex

Zulu - Nick