Wynonna and Dolls face off against a mysterious new enemy.

"Come on, Dolls, no need to salute; you're not even in the service anymore." The man in the uniform waved his hand, and the soldiers lowered their guns and moved to check the bodies scattered on the floor.

"You're still the superior officer."

"Please, we both know that you'd outrank me if you hadn't moved to Black Badge."

Wynonna looked between them, confused as to what exactly what was going on. "Is there something I missed?"

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Heath, and you must be Wynonna Earp. I've read a lot of reports about you."

"Funny, Dolls hasn't mentioned you."

"Small oversight, I'm sure. It's not usually good form to talk about your exes with the new girlfriend."

"I'm not his girlfriend!" she exclaimed before her brain completely caught up to what he had said. "Wait, you guys used to be a thing?"

The Lt. Colonel rolled his eyes, before calling out to one of his men.

"Sergeant! Lock these two back up in a holding cell while I look things over. I need to figure out the damage."

"Roger that, Colonel." A tall man with a knife as long as her forearm strapped to his belt came over, waving his automatic pistol between them.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

"We won't cause any trouble." as Dolls said it, he glared at her as if half begging, half ordering her not to try anything.

She held up her hands in defeat.

"Fine, I'll play nice." She followed Dolls back down the hallway they had just came from, trying not to think of how tempting it was to turn around and roundhouse kick Mr. Black Ops right in the balls. It would be satisfying, no doubt, but it probably wouldn't get them very far. She still had Peacemaker for some odd reason, and she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut about that; but Dolls was weaponless, and that didn't leave them with very good odds.

Stay alive. Stay alive for Waverly.

Her internal mantra kept her silent until the were safely locked in the room across from where she had rescued Dolls.

She still hadn't seen how they opened the damn door.

They were alone; although she was just as sure that there was a camera in here somewhere watching them as she was that Mr. Black Ops was stationed right outside the door, no doubt anxious to use his shiny gun.

She slumped in one of the chairs, arms across her chest, eyes searching for something, anything to help them out. Dolls stood across the room, glaring at the wall; and if she didn't know better she would think he was trying to will his eyes to turn into laser beams and melt a hole in the metal.

"So you and the Colonel out there, huh?"

"Maybe, you could focus a little less on my love life and more on getting us out of here alive." Dolls was still at attention, his back ramrod straight, and she couldn't help but feel a little chastised.

But only a little.

"Alive? Are they gonna kill us?"

"No, we'll get a fair trial. For treason. Which is -"

"Punishable by death, I know. So your ex? lover is gonna have us executed? What kind of relationship is that? Hate each other one minute, love each other the next."

"That's exactly the kind of relationship we have, Earp."

"Yeah, but I thought I was special." She pouted, and Dolls turned, a hint of a smile twisting the edges of his lips.

"Jealous, Earp?"

"Jealous? Of Colonel-I-Eat-Traitors-For-Breakfast? Pffft. No."

He pulled out the seat next to her, his broad shoulders brushing hers.

"Thanks, for trying to rescue me, by the way."

"Yeah, well, don't get too excited; I did it for Waverly. Not 'cause I like you or anything." She leaned over to bump into his shoulder playfully.

"How is she?"

Wynonna swallowed the lump rising in her throat.

"Nicole says it's touch and go. She's got some sort of crazy plan though, so fingers crossed."

"You left her with Haught?"

"Yeah, you know, limited options."

His face was thoughtful, far away.

"No, that's good, Haught's good."

She wanted to ask him about what exactly he was thinking, but the door to their cell swooshed upward and Lieutenant Colonel Heath marched in.

"Well, you've certainly made a mess of things." He glared at her from under the brim of his hat and she bit her tongue to stop a snarky retort from snapping out. "It's clean though, no casualties or major damage to the infrastructure. We can work with that."

"We can work with that? What does that mean."

"It means we'll release a press statement saying that there was a small fire, the building was a evacuated, no harm, no foul, et. cetera, et cetera. You-" He pointed a finger in Wynonna's direction. "Were never here, you don't even know this place exists. And you -" He shifted his focus to Dolls. "Stayed put like a good agent and did not even think of trying to escape before I showed up to release you."

"You're releasing me?" For once, Dolls sounded just as uninformed as she was. She wasn't sure if she was happy about that.

"As you know, Black Badge is a cross-border task force that relies on strict interdepartmental management in order to maintain its top secret status. I'm one of several officers from the US Army assigned to keep watch over Black Badge business. When Agent Lucado's order to exterminate Purgatory came across my desk, I was worried that she might be fudging the results of your investigation for ulterior motives."

"She bombed Purgatory?!" She was halfway out of her chair before she could even think, Dolls arms wrapping around her waist to drag her back down. "She cant do that!"

"She cant, and she didn't. I cancelled the order before it could get any where. I had suspicions that she was trying to get back at Agent Dolls for what happened in Kandahar, and the unit sent to search her office found correspondence that confirmed it. Agent Lucado will be facing quite a bit of time in prison, as well a dishonorable discharge from Black Badge. As for the charges she tried to bring against you, Agent Dolls, a preliminary investigation into your methods showed that you used exceptional judgment, and considering the circumstances, you solved what could have been a mass casualty incident with surprisingly little civilian injury."

"What does all this mean?" Wynonna's sleep deprived brain was trying to keep up.

"It means just what I said, you're going to pretend like you were never here, Dolls is going head back to Purgatory soon after, and in a few months when someone shows up to award you guys some fancy medal or award, you're going to act gracious and surprised."

"You mean you're just letting us go?" Part of screamed that she shouldn't ask questions and get the hell out, but her curiosity got the best of her.

"You sound disappointed." The Colonel smirked, and Wynonna thought maybe the guy wasn't so bad after all.

"Well, no I just - I had this big escape plan all mapped out and now you're kinda ruining it."

He looked at her in disbelief.

"It's just, planning's not really my thing, so I'm pretty proud of this one."

He looked to Dolls.

"Is she for real?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Well, Agent Earp, I assume you can find your way home." He gestured to the door behind him and she hesitated.

"Actually, I really hate to press my luck, but I need Dolls to come with me."

"I'll release him, you have my word. He'll be home in a few days."

She started to respond, but Dolls interrupted her.

"Nate, there's actually a . . . situation that needs my attention, It's a little time sensitive, that's why Wynonna was in such a rush to get me out of here."

"A situation, huh?"

Wynonna glanced between the two men, nervously.

"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

They stared each other down for a moment before the Colonel seemed to crack.

"Fine, you can both leave. I'll fax the necessary paperwork over the secure line tomorrow. Sergeant Smith has a package for you that should be enough supply to hold you over until the official shipment comes through."

"Supply of what?"

"Wynonna," Dolls' voice was low and threatening. "Don't ask questions, we need to get to Waverly."

She really wanted to know what was going on with Dolls, but not as much as she wanted to see her baby sister alive.

"Right, it's classified I'm sure." She turned to the Colonel who was still eyeing her like he didn't quite trust her. "Thank you, for helping us out."

"Well, that's one less thing I owe Xavier now, I suppose." He smiled.

Yep, she definitely liked this guy.

They headed back out into the hall, Dolls stopping to pick up a small black briefcase from one of the soldiers.

"Please tell me you have transportation out of here." He whispered in her ear as they entered the stairwell.

"Of course I have a ride! Do I look like the type of person to go off into a plan all half cocked?"

He gave her a look.

"The answer is yes, I'm exactly that type of person. But not today, today I have a plan."

"I'm becoming more impressed by the minute."

"You should be, took a lot of work to save your ass."

"Thanks again for that."

"Oh yeah, yeah, don't get all sappy on me. Now come on, let's get outta here." She pushed open the door to the parking garage and tossed him the spare bike helmet.

"I'm not riding on the back."

"Well, you're certainly not riding on the front, that's just dangerous."

His only response was to glare at her.

God, she'd missed him.

As always, comments and critiques are greatly appreciated!