"OA, you have to get me out of here!", Maggie cried out. OA tried to calm himself. Being panicked and afraid was not going to help Maggie - even though he was feeling exactly that.

"OA, please, you have to get me out of here!", Maggie pleaded, crying.

"Maggie, I need you to slow your breathing! Slow your breathing."

"OA, you gotta find a way! Please, you gotta get me outta here!", Maggie cried out.

"No, no, no. Stay with me! SWAT is on the way, okay?"

Maggie looked around the room frantically.

"Hey, hey. I'm right here. Right here! Slow your breathing!", he said. Maggie's eyes widened.

"OA?", Maggie cried out frantically.

"Stay with me! I need you to slow your breathing.", he said. OA tried to speak calmy, but he knew she could hear the frantic tone in his voice.

"I can't really - breathe - anymore.", she croaked.

"Stay with me! No, no no, no - stay with me!.", he pleaded.

"OA?", she croaked. Her eyes were widened, and OA could tell she was so scared.

"Stay with me! Hey - stay with me!", he cried out.

"I can't really breathe.", she gasped out. OA looked on in horror as she sunk to the floor. "I'm sorry, I shoulda waited.", she whispered.

"No, no no!", OA cried out. He began frantically looking at the door, trying to see any way out.

Maggie cried out, her hands sliding down the glass. "OA?", she said, almost a frantic cry.

"No, no, no!", he said, banging the glass.

"No, Maggie!", he yelled. Maggie began gasping for breath, and he could visibly see her breathing slow.

Her head rolled to the side, and her eyes closed. OA banged again on the glass.

"Maggie!", he yelled.

Maggie sat up in bed, breathing hard. Why can't I shake this!?, she thought angrily. Wiping tears from her eyes, she swung her legs over the bed. She scrubbed a hand across her face wearily.

Hearing a knock on her door, Maggie stood and walked out warily.

"Who is it?", she called out.

"It's me.", a very recognizable voice said from the other side. Maggie opened the door to see a very sad and stressed-looking OA on the other side. She swung the door fully open and moved aside so he could come in. As she closed the door behind him, she could hear him rattling something. She turned to see him holding the pill bottle she had so furiously told him to count hours earlier. Reaching out, she took the pills from his hand. He placed his other hand over hers and stroked it lightly.

"I'm sorry, Mags.", was all he said. She sighed and steered him toward the couch.

"Look, OA...", she began but he held up a hand.

"Let me go first. Please?", he pleaded. She nodded. He was wearing a Westpoint hoodie over a snug muscle shirt, and it hugged him in all the right places. Maggie shook her head slightly. He was the most put-together stressed person she'd ever met. It wasn't fair.

OA handed her a slightly crinkled photograph, folded in half. She opened it to see him, standing in what she assumed was Afghanistan with a very cute boy and a pretty smiling woman. The boy was holding up a basketball and smiling. OA reached out and pointed to the boy in the photo.

"That's Amar, and his mother. Her name was Yalenda. We, uh...we were occupying the town they lived in, and on a peacekeeping mission, we stayed at their house. Amar and the guys and I got really close." OA dropped his hand and put his head down, looking at the floor.

"What happened to them?", she asked.

"The jihads found out that we were there, and they attacked. They locked Amar and his family in their house and pumped it with sarin gas. The guys and I were in the bomb shelter in the basement, trying to secure the family. Yalenda had gone upstairs to find Amar. Turns out, he'd gone up to get the basketball I'd given him." OA scrubbed at his face, wiping away a tear that had fallen.

"A couple of the guys wanted to go up there and get them, but I ordered them to wait. So, we waited them out and everything before we tried to go get Amar...but by the time it was safe to go, it was too late. We went upstairs, and we couldn't find Amar or Yalenda anywhere. I remembered that they had a safe room, so I tried checking there."

Maggie gently reached out and stroked OA's arm comfortingly. He gently reached up with his other hand and gripped her fingers in his own.

"What was left was...unrecognizable. And the worst part was, Amar was still alive. The parts of him that had cognitive thinking, that was gone, but he was still alive. So...so I helped him. And Maggie...I still see his eyes, pleading with me to take the pain away, pleading with me to just make it stop. I still have nightmares about it. Only now-" OA stopped and hung his head.

Maggie moved closer and forced OA to look at her.

"OA...what happened in that room is not your fault.", she said gently. She reached out and enveloped both of his hands with her own.

"Maggie, I went through this once already. We knew there was a possibility there was sarin gas in there; I should've..."

Maggie put a hand gently over his mouth.

"No, OA. I should've...I should've waited. If there's any blame at all, it's on me. You wanted us to wait for SWAT. We shouldn't have went in without them." She dropped her hand and looked down at her lap. She was still holding the bottle of pills. OA reached out and gently took them from her.

"Valium. For anxiety?", he asked. She nodded.

"I've been fine. The dreams are gone...but...I don't know. Yesterday, when we couldn't find Mateo, and we were going around his apartment, for a second...I was back. I was in that room, trying to stop Abbas from releasing the sarin gas...and I froze...but, OA, you more than anyone should know that that doesn't mean that I can't do this job."

OA sighed. He reached out and gently closed Maggie's hands around the pill bottle.

"I'm sorry. For today.", he said softly. "I just...I can't lose you again, Mags. I keep...I keep seeing you stop breathing in that room, and I couldn't do anything. If something were to happen to you, I wouldn't be okay."

"You need to trust me, OA."

"I do trust you. With my life.", he said.

"Then why don't you trust me with my own?", she asked. OA shrugged and looked down.

"I meant what I said, OA. If I need to use these, I will come to you first." OA sighed, whispering her name softly as he reached out to grab her in a hug.

"You're my favourite person in this world, Maggie Bell.", he whispered softly. She smiled and closed her eyes, relaxing into him. Soon enough, she was drifting off into the peaceful slumbers of sleep.