A/N: So this one was inspired by an episode of the blacklist, if anyone's seen that show, you'll probably know which one!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, all rights where they're due

"Hailey, Jay; he's at gate 28, green jacket, black cap, backpack," Burgess' voice came through the com in Hailey's ear.

"Copy," Hailey said back, looking around for the offender. She could see gate 28 from where she was standing. She made brief eye contact with Jay; he was not far from her, but further from where Burgess had seen the suspect on the surveillance cameras.

That's when she spotted him; green jacket, wearing a black cap and a middle sized backpack.

Hailey took off without thinking twice, confident that Jay would be right behind her.

"I'm in pursuit," she called into the com while she ran.

There were a lot of people in the airport— they hadn't had time to clear it out, but they knew that the people here weren't the offender's real target.

But it did however make their job a lot harder. Hailey lost the suspect in the crowd. She swore quietly, her hand resting on her holstered gun as she looked around. Jay had followed her and stood at the other end of the hallway, also searching.

Next thing Hailey knew, she was knocked to the ground by something— or rather, someone. She quickly rolled and got to her feet again, registering the green jacket and cap. She made a split second decision to not reach for her gun as she couldn't risk hitting any civilians.

Before he could react, she kneed him in the stomach and quickly followed with a punch to the jaw. He stumbled, but took the opportunity to seize her arm. He twisted it and pulled her roughly to the side. They stumbled into a door, which opened at their shove, and left them falling to the floor. He was on top of her— bad, bad, Hailey's mind screamed. She had to get the upper hand.

She pushed him up with her arms, away from her body, and started crawling backward. He fumbled to get a hold of her arms, but she'd managed to push him away far enough that she could pull her leg free. She kicked it at his chest, causing him to fall backward, off of her. Now free, she crawled further back from him and reached for her gun— there weren't any civilians in this room.

But then he was on top of her again, and he was fighting her for the gun. His hand rose, and she prepared to block his punch, but she was not prepared for the bottle he pulled out. She was helpless to stop him as he sprayed its content into her face. She didn't even have time to hold her breath.

Her heart sank. It was over. She was infected. And they didn't have a cure.

Without ever seeing him raise his other fist, she was suddenly struck heavily in the temple. The blow temporarily paralyzed her, a white hot pain spreading through her head.

And then he had her gun.

He stood, and aimed.

All she could do was brace herself.

Two shots rang out. As a searing pain shot through her side, the man above her slumped to the floor, revealing Jay standing behind him, just outside the still wide open door. His hands were still raised in front of him, holding a gun. As his eyes fell on her, he grabbed his com and started walking towards her while speaking into it; "5021 George, officer down, we need a medic, I repeat—"

Hailey lost the rest of his words, because she had thrown herself against the glass door, shoving it shut between her and Jay.

She was the only one infected. It would be contained as long as the doors stayed shut.

Her side throbbed from the movement and she grimaced in pain, pressing her hand to the bullet wound. She could feel the warm blood trickling down her side and covering her hand.

"Hailey!" Jay smacked his hand to the door. "What are you doing?"

"I'm infected," she replied breathlessly. "You can't come in here."

"I don't care. You'll bleed out, Hailey, come on," he said frustratedly. "Let me in."

Hailey didn't reply. She stayed where she was, leaning against the door so that he couldn't open it. She shut her eyes briefly, trying to contain the pain.

Jay banged on the door again. "Hailey!"

She shook her head weakly. "I'm infected,

Jay. I'm screwed either way." She looked up at him through the glass.

Jay clenched his jaw, looking upset. "You don't know that, Hailey. The team's working on getting the cure right now."

She blinked against the tears in her eyes and leaned her head back, growing more tired by the second. "I can't take that risk. There's still a chance for you— but only if you stay on the other side of that door."

"That's not your decision, Hailey." He crouched on the other side of the door so that they were at eye level. "Just... please, move, so I don't hurt you breaking open these doors," he pleaded with her, his voice soft. "Please."

"Jay," she said quietly. That was all she said, as she looked into his eyes. They were wide; worried; but most of all, insanely blue. Sometimes she felt like she could get lost in them.

Her stubborn will faltered under his gaze as the moment dragged on. His eyes were vulnerable and stern at the same time. The pain in her side was getting harder to stand, and blood loss made her start to feel lightheaded. She didn't have the strength to fight him anymore.

Weakly, she scooted to the side. Jay threw the door open and pulled off his jacket. After closing the door behind him, he knelt next to her and pressed the fabric of his jacket to the wound in her side.

A small hiss in pain escaped her lips— she didn't have the energy to hide it; to convince him that she was fine and downplay it as she usually would.

"Sorry," Jay mumbled, his eyes searching her face concernedly.

Her lip trembled as she looked up at him. Jay was infected too, now. "I really hope that they find that cure," she whispered. But she wasn't afraid for her own life. If this infection killed them both, it would be her fault for letting him in.

Jay did something then that took her by surprise. Slowly, gently, he pushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear. He looked thoughtful as he did so, a small crease appearing between his eyebrows. "We'll be okay," he said finally.