"Henry, how is Geneva?" Blake greeted as he answered the phone.

"Blake, I need a commercial flight back, first one you can put me on."

"But…Did something happen?" He turned on his heel, scanning the busy office for a sign of some mystical issue.

"It's classified." He heard the older man sigh. "I got into a big argument with Elizabeth last night and then Dalton. I- I can't stay here, I'm already on my way to the airport, so if you could just find me something?"

"Yeah, sure." He began to scramble. "Henry, wait!"

"What, Blake?"

"Does Jay know?"

"Know what?"

"About whatever's happened? If the two of you argued, I'm guessing she's just as upset as you are. You said the argument was last night, well, she's been radio silent with anyone here since then."

"Blake. Just leave it."

"No! You are the one who has kept after me for two years now that you and I are a team, the men behind the woman, remember? I get that you have your fights, frankly, given the work you both do, I'm surprised there aren't more, but we agreed on who and what comes first. Now she's being abandoned in a foreign country with little more than her detail. Remember how that ended last time?" He was angry and wasn't sure why. "I'll get you on your flight, don't worry, but you had a bigger job. You took that torch. And you're walking away."

His own words echoed back at him when a few hours later, Nadine and Daisy closed in on his desk at a run. "What?"

"A car was just blown up in Geneva. Occupants and conditions unknown."

It was only the series of texts from Jay that kept Blake from being on the next flight out.

MSec is fine.

Did you know HM left?

We are sitting down to eat now.

Even still, Blake made sure he was in the motorcade when it pulled into the airport. He stayed inside, watching through the tinted glass as Jay and the detail and his boss came out and moved his way. Checking his phone on any further updates, he waited until she climbed in. "Good evening, Ma'am."

"Oh, Blake." She sighed, sinking back into the seat with a worn grin. "It's good to see you."

"You too, Ma'am." He waited until they were moving before carrying on. "Henry called me."

"He did, did he?"

He nodded. "I may have yelled at him."

"You yelled at Henry? I'm having a hard time believing that."

"He and I made a deal, Ma'am, and we reaffirmed it after Iran- you would never be on your own again." He looked up to see her eyeing him suspiciously. "My job is to always get you home to you family, his job is to, you know, be there as your husband which is pretty much the same job in some ways. Less paperwork. But… We even joked about it in Cuba when he and I went out that evening after the opening, you were twice as protected he'd said. Now, I know I've let you down before, but I never walked away." Her hand raising stopped him.

"Jay was with me."

"These things aren't Jay's job."

She gave her half smile. "I can care for myself you know."

"I know. I just never expected it would be him that just left you like that. He loves you more than life itself."

She laughed at that. "Loving each other doesn't mean we don't fight, Blake. And I had to sign off on something that hurt him. A lot. And I hated it."

"I got so angry at him."

"On the phone?"

"No, after. But I'd said something to him, on the phone, and then… I worry he may no longer wish for me to be around anymore."

"I doubt that." She took in his apprehension. "What did you say?"

"I asked him if he remembered what happened the last time you were in a foreign country alone with only your detail. Then I found out a car blew up where you were at."

Her only response for several miles was to stare at him a moment and then to sit in silence, her hands rubbing against her slacks.

Eventually, she cleared her throat. "That's an awful big stack of paperwork you have."

"Just things that need signatures, Ma'am."

Half an hour later, when he stood by Alison and watched his boss head to bed, the accidental I love you made him realize, he really needed to talk to Henry.