Lucy groaned, rolling around in the bed. She glanced around, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Wherever she was was dark, except for the lone light across the room, illuminating him sitting in a chair, reading a book.

"Go away" she muttered, running her hands over her face as she sat up. He glanced up, giving her a wry smile. "Hold on. I want to finish this page."

She glared at him as he finished what he was reading and closed the book, finally meeting her eyes and resting his head on his closed fist.

"Why are you sending me away?"

"I can't do this with you, Flynn. I just… I just can't. Get out of my head and my dreams and leave me alone. Please."

"You dream about me?"

"I hate you" she muttered.

"But do you?"

"Flynn… please" she felt the tears in her eyes and he grew concerned. "We do this several nights a week and then when I wake up, you aren't there and it hurts so much so I'm begging you. So, please. PLEASE! Please just go away."

"But this is my place." Lucy looked around, the sleep finally leaving her eyes.

"This isn't my bedroom?" She said quietly.

"Nope" he replied, pushing himself out of the chair.

Her eyes got wide. "You never do that" she whispered, frozen in her spot. He smiled, moving toward her slowly.

"So, let me understand. I torment you in your dreams by talking too much and never moving? Feels right."

"Flynn…" she whispered, reaching her hand out. He grabbed it, pulling her out of bed and she threw her arms around him, letting the tears flow freely. He held her tightly, telling her it was ok, that she was ok and that he was ok. Finally, her tears subsided and she felt Flynn start to release her, so she double downed on her grip around his neck. "Okay" he chuckled, holding her as he turned, falling back on the bed and scooting back till his back was agains the wall and she was in his lap. She burrowed her way into him, resting her head on his shoulder, gripping his t-shirt in her hand tightly. He sighed, adjusting his arms around her until they were both comfortable.

"This is real" she finally whispered, turning her head slightly to inhale his scent. She felt him nod. "It is" he replied. "Finally."

She sat up a bit, able to look him right in the eyes. She ran her hand through his hair and he sighed, leaning into her touch.

"I don't remember… how did we get out?"

"I carried you."

She looked at him confused for a moment, but then her eyes went wide. "That guy… you…"

Flynn nodded. "I shot him. And I would do it again. He was threatening you. He was…" Flynn paused, swallowing his words. "Lucy, he was the one who took you out of the bunker. I saw…"

"You saw…"

Normally his insomnia drove him crazy. But for some reason, tonight it didn't. He figured it had a lot to do with that kiss with Lucy before they came inside, biding each other a heartfelt good night, with just a little something else laced underneath. He waited till he heard no more movement and he grabbed his stuff to take a shower. The perks of barely sleeping – showering in the middle of the night let you have more than your fair share of hot water. He grabbed his towel off the hook when he heard… footsteps. More than one. Several pairs of footsteps. If he hadn't been trained and hadn't been awake, he would have never heard them. He dropped his towel, cursing himself of turning his last weapon into Denise before they left for dinner. He slowly opened his door and he heard whispers. Unfamiliar voices were speaking. He slowly walked down the hall and rounded the corner.

He froze. An unconscious Lucy was slung over the shoulder of some asshole in a cheap black suit. Flynn growled, ready to attack when the guy turned around and looked at him.

"I told you all to take care of Garcia Flynn FIRST! Do I have to do everything?" Flynn was about to pounce when he felt a sharp prick on his neck and then the world faded to black.

"I swore when I saw that guy again, I would take him out. And then when I did, he had you in his sights. Again. I saw red. I took care of him, scooped you up and ran out of there as fast as I could. Once we were all clear, Connor blew the whole place sky high."

Lucy ran her eyes over his face. She could see it all – the fear, the determination and something else.

"Wyatt said something interesting yesterday."

"That would be a first" Flynn replied, a smile on his face. Lucy rolled her eyes at him.

"He said that the reason you didn't contact me like you contacted Rufus and Denise and Jiya was because you wanted to stay focused on the task at hand. Is that…" she couldn't even finish the sentence. His hand came up, mimicking hers, resting on her cheek.

"Lucy Preston, I thought about you every day. Several times a day. I lasted about two weeks in that fucked up witness protection before I made my move. I would never let you live like that indefinitely. Ever. I had to be precise. And when you get added to my equation… well, you throw my precision off."

She nodded. "That's basically what Wyatt said." Flynn smiled. "You are something we have in common." She returned his smile. He adjusted his arms, bringing her around to kind of face him.

"Just ask" he said.

"What?"

"You have that look. Like you have a million questions in your head. Just ask them."

"OK, where the hell did you get all the money to do this? I mean, this house, that equipment…"

He chuckled. "I'm not quite the computer slouch I led you all to believe I was. I may have spent some time embezzling from Rittenhouse while I was there. It's amazing what a fraction of a percent is when there is millions and millions of dollars being funneled every day."

"Were these guys Rittenhouse?"

"I don't think so. I never got that impression. They were more focused on us and what we had been doing than on anything historical. I don't think they had a Lifeboat or ship or anything like that. But, just in case, it's why I had Connor blow the place up."

She ran her eyes over his face. She bit her lip, adjusting herself so she was straddling his hips. "One more question" she whispered.

"What's that?"

"Are you going to kiss me or what?"

He chuckled, digging his fingers into her hips, pulling her down against him. "You sure you done with the rest of your questions? Because… well, you need to understand something, Lucy."

"What's that?"

"That once I start kissing you, I don't plan on stopping for quite some time. I plan to map your entire body with my lips. I plan to take my time and…"

His words left his brain as he watched her reach down and pull her shirt over her head. She smiled at his slack face, enjoying having that power over him.

"What the hell are you waiting for, Garcia?"

She moaned, her voice echoing off the shower walls. She tried to focus on his face, but everything else he was doing to her made that impossible. After holding true to his word, she convinced him they needed a shower. The moment she saw the large bench in the walk in shower, she pushed him down on it.

He shifted forward slightly and the new angle elicited an strangled yell from her. She held on for dear life as she felt herself fall over the edge, again. She had lost track of how many times that had happened to her tonight. She found she just didn't care. He moaned her name as he followed her, his heavy accent making her name sound exotic.

She threw her arms over his shoulders, collapsing her head against him. They spent a few moments, surrounded by the steam of the shower, breathing and coming back down from the high they had spent the last few hours in.

"We should probably actually take a shower" he whispered in her ear. She giggled, slowly peeling herself off his lap. She grabbed a wash cloth and some soap, trying to force her body to feel normal again, and less like the jello it currently did.

She turned under the water, hair wet and found him staring at her. "That's hot" he said, smirking slightly. She rolled her eyes, quickly finishing and then motioning for him to stand up. She quickly took his spot on the bench. "My turn for show" she said, waving her hand at him.

They finally emerged from the bathroom, after one last moment against the door. Turns out watching him soap himself up in the shower is a hell of a turn on. Wrapped in her towel, he watched as he pulled her bag out from behind the chair he had been sitting in when she woke up. Without a word, he reached into a drawer, pulling out a grey t-shirt and handing it to her, smiling. She immediately recognized it – the shirt he was wearing that morning in the bunker, after her night of drinking. Gentle lover my ass she thought to herself as she watched him pull on a shirt and a pair of pajama pants.

"Sleep" he said, pulling back the covers before he stopped, turning toward her. "Unless… do you want to go back to the house and sleep there? I don't want to presume that…"

She threw her towel at him. "First, we spent a year apart. I'm not planning on leaving your side anytime soon. Secondly, making me cum bent over your couch earns me the right to sleep wherever I damn well please and I plan for it to be in that bed, using you as my own personal heater and pillow." His mouth fell open for a moment and then he started to laugh.

"Language" he replied, motioning for her to get in. She crawled in and he followed, reaching over to turn out the lamp and wrapping his arm around her.

"You swear to be here in the morning?" She asked.

"I can't imagine being anywhere else" he replied.