"Mandy it's enough." Trent stood next to the table beside Serena.

"Trent, we need the information." Mandy looked to him sympathetically.

"Mandy I'm saying enough. She's hurt, sick, exhausted and needs to rest. You can talk more later but it's been two hours!" Trent bit back.

"I'm fine." Serena looked up at him.

"If it was anyone else you would have no issue so I need you to go back and take care of Clay." Mandy spat back at him.

"Anyone else? She's not an operator Mandy." Trent balled his fists.

"What's the issue?" Blackburn barked as he got closer.

Trent spun to look at his commander. "The issue is Serena has a concussion, a severe infection, she's dehydrated and exhausted. Mandy has been interrogating her for two hours and it's time for a damn break, Eric."

"I'm not interrogating her!" Mandy was officially pissed. "She is an agency asset with information. It's called questioning."

"Ha! An agency asset? Should have known that would bite us in the ass." Trent let his anger spill over.

"Knock it off, Trent." Brock stood.

"Really, Brock? She doesn't need you to fight her battles." Trent stepped closer to his best friend.

"And neither does Serena! She's a grown woman who travels from combat zone to combat zone for a living. She made choices that led to her having information so now it is my job to get it." Mandy stepped between them.

"ENOUGH." Jason yelled. "From all of you." He turned to Serena. "You okay to keep going or do you need need a break?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking. Tylenol and some coffee maybe but otherwise I'm okay." She looked at Trent as she finished the sentence.

"Trent, go back to the medical area." Blackburn made it clear that it was an order. "Brock go rack out." He waited until they both walked away before turning to Jason who shrugged at the questioning look.

"Everyone's running hills." Jason spoke softly as he walked away leaving the two women at the table alone.

"Sorry." Serena looked at Mandy.

"It's fine. Let's continue. So you were in Kandahar Province and then what? Tell me again." Mandy took notes as she spoke.

"A contact of my translator heard there was an American expat in the area at a training camp. I called Jack. We had worked together in the past but weren't currently. Anyway he had heard and dismissed the same rumors. We decided to check it out together. We travelled into Pakistan. I have photos of the camp and the back of the American but not his face from there. We travelled together back into Afghanistan and from there to Cyprus. Eventually landing in Kenya, we crossed into Somalia where we were able to confirm both the American's presence and that he was in fact training fighters there too before we were captured. In the last picture on the flash drive there is an image of him if you want me to pull it up." Serena repeated the story for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Here." Mandy pushed the laptop closer to her.

The last image on the flash drive opened. In the picture Trent was leaning back on his couch wearing dark gray sweatpants and a white and faded red Bakersfield College sweatshirt. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. Clay was beside him, also appearing to sleep with his head resting on Trent's shoulder. "That was the day I met Clay."

"Clay said he had a strained muscle he needed Trent to check out the day he met you." Mandy didn't need the truth but needed her to know their cover story.

"Yeah. Seemed they both did. The heart is muscle right?" Serena raised an eyebrow at Mandy.

"Sure is." Mandy smiled.

Serena clicked three times before the secondary file opened. "Did everyone really believe I just traveled around with pictures of him on a flash drive? That I would be that stupid?"

"Yeah... sort of."

"I included pictures of his uniform with Bravo's insignia. Pictures of him in his college sweatshirt. Hell there is one in dress uniform after a funeral and one with his name clearly visible." She turned to face Mandy. "I needed this to get back to him... even if I didn't."

Mandy nodded as she turned the laptop seeing the man Serena had followed across two continents. "We're done here." Mandy replaced the mask she was wearing with a smile. "Get some rest before he bites my head off again."

"Or him and Brock come to blows?" Serena smiled back and stood slowly using the table to keep her balance. "Sort of hate admitting this but he might have been right." She lowered herself back into the chair.

"I'll grab him." Mandy stood.

"Wait." Serena exhaled slowly. "I just need a minute."

"It's okay. He'll be pissed either way." Mandy walked toward the medical area of the plane.

Trent was checking Clay's vitals when Mandy approached. "We're done." She looked at him apologetically. "She's pretty worn out."

"Yeah? Seems like I said she might be." Trent turned to her.

"Trent..." Mandy looked away.

"I don't... I have things to do." He walked away frim Mandy to Serena.

"Hey, I'm sorry if you are mad but I had to help where I could." Serena looked at him with pain in her eyes.

"Is that how it's always going to be? You do something I don't think is a good idea and then you tell me you're sorry I didn't agree but you did it anyway?" Trent knelt beside her taking her pulse.

"Maybe." She looked at him defiantly. "You plan to stop doing things that could get you killed anytime soon?"

"That's different." Trent looked up from his watch.

"How?" She implored as he shook his head at her.

"Because it is." Trent let go of her wrist.

"You're right. You know when we were being shot at and I told you to go to Clay... that's what I didn't want to know by knowing them." Serena lowered her voice.

"What?" Trent took her hand.

"I didn't want to know that their lives were more important than yours. I didn't want to imagine you risking everything to bring them home... and now I've actually seen it." Her eyes welled.

"Their lives aren't more important... but they are as important. Serena, you told me to go to him?" Trent wasn't sure he had ever been more confused.

"Trent, everything in you needed to go to him... I didn't want you to hate me for not doing it." She shifted slightly in the chair.

"He's my brother."

"I know that, now more than ever before." She attempted to move and winced at the pain in her leg. "Trent, I don't feel great."

"I know. Let's get you more comfortable. And unfortunately we need to start an IV for more antibiotics." He shifted to lift her.

Cradled in his arms she looked up to him. "Why'd you say it then?"

"I needed you to know. Seems like my whole team knew and I've known for longer than I want to admit but I'd never said it. I never made sure you knew and I needed to be certain you knew." Trent held her not moving toward the crowded medical area.

"Can someone else start the IV? I'd rather you just held my hand. And I know, Trent... I've always known." She lowered her head onto his shoulder. "Do you know?"

"I know." Trent moved to the medical area and looked around for Duncan before realizing the man was asleep.

"Hey, Jace. You wanna help me out here? Need an IV started and I'd rather just hold her hand this time." Trent glanced back to her.