Mandy kept the briefing short. It was just enough to get the team up to speed listen to their snarky comments on how they had to wait around for their green light.

"That's it for now. Hopefully we'll get the call soon," she concluded, tucking her files away in her bag.

The team stood up from the table and made their way to the door, anxious for that call, but relieved for a few more hours of downtime first.

Mandy decided to seize this opportunity to discuss her newly found information with the teams logistics specialist, "Davis, you got a minute?"

Davis turned to Mandy, still standing at the front of the room, and took the few steps up to meet with her. It wasn't unusual for Mandy and Davis to get together prior to an op, the CIA agent usually had a few special requirements that Davis would need to procure for the spin up. There was no reason to think that this meeting would be any different than usual.

"You have list for me?" Davis asked, always ready for the new surprises the CIA could throw at her.

"No, not yet. There's something else," Mandy cleared her throat, which caught Davis' attention and caused her to raise an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Mandy, what's going on?" Davis could tell that there was some severity in Mandy voice, but only assumed that her inquiry was mission related.

Mandy's voice was stern and direct, "I need to know what's going on between you and Sonny and I need to know everything."

Davis took a quick step backwards, trying to compose herself and put a bit more distance between herself and Mandy. This is not what she was expecting at all. To some extent, Davis considered Mandy a friend, not in the everyday sense of the word, but they had become closer over the years they'd worked together. On a few occasions they even shared personal details about their lives with one another, but always voluntarily. 'How did she know?' 'Can I lie to the CIA?' Davis questioned silently, 'Probably not very well,' she realized.

Davis sighed, "Do I even want to know how you found out?" She was kind of concerned with how that information got out. Their relationship was very short lived and they'd been as discrete as possible, not that anyone would have believe it if they'd seen anything.

"No." Mandy thought it best to best to keep her trade secrets to herself. "Just tell me the truth," she demanded.

There was no need to fight it, Mandy knew and maybe coming clean to her would help keep this secret isolated. Keeping secrets is what the CIA is known for. "Nothing… anymore." Davis shrugged. "We started… something… after Qatar. I'm still not sure what, but it was over before I could find out." She fidgeted nervously and ran the palm of her hand over her tied back hair. "I screwed up… wasn't honest with him… he ended it two days ago. That's it."

Mandy took a moment to process the information before speaking. "That's it? You two are good now? Because it doesn't appear that way."

"It's professional… not necessarily good. We haven't really spoken since then." There was a flood of emotion coming over Davis as she relived the events of the past week. She'd been able to keep it together since Sonny walked out on her that day, there was more anger than sadness and as long as she focused on the anger she was good.

This had been a lot more difficult than she thought it would be, though. It only lasted two days. Under normal circumstance this would be just another fling. Have a good time and move on, no strings. But this wasn't normal, this was Sonny. There was nearly a decade of foreplay leading up to what happened that night in her apartment. Losing that in the blink of an eye was one of the worst feelings Davis ever had. She didn't just loose this new version of Sonny, the one that she was starting to have romantic feelings for; she'd lost one of her best and oldest friends, too. That part hurt the most.

"You two need to fix this," Mandy said forcefully. "I don't care how; together or separate, it's your choice, but this tension, this shift in dynamic that I'm picking up on, has to stop, before it gets toxic. It will spread to the whole team and that's how mistakes are made. Are we clear?" Mandy didn't want to take this stance with Davis, she had to. This target package she was working on was big, a game changer that could take down a lot of bad guys and save a lot of lives. She needed the team at 110%.

Davis tensed up upon hearing the tone from Mandy, "Absolutely," she nodded. "We'll take care of it." She knew Mandy was right; there was no question about it. They had a responsibility to the team and there shouldn't be anything between them clouding their judgment. Davis turned, heading for the exit of the team room, but stopped at the sound of Mandy's voice.

"Between you and me, Davis, I hope it's together. You'd be good for each other."

Davis tried to stifle her smile at the thought of her and Sonny together, for the long term, but in the same beat remember their fight and the fact that being together at all could cost them both their jobs. Apart was the more logical and responsible decision. She looked back at Mandy, "I thought so, too," she said before leaving to find Sonny. Now she just had to figure out what to say to him.