A/N: Aaaaand, a shorter bit to bring the mood back to neutral territory after that last debacle of a chapter, lol. Your reviews were cracking me up, btw! Thanks for those!

The one thing about stakeouts that everybody who had ever been on a stakeout quickly realized, and promptly hated, was that someone always had to monitor the target. It didn't matter that it was two fucking thirty in the morning, and the creep was snoring loud enough in his bed to keep the whole damn block awake; someone still had to listen in and record everything. At the moment, that someone happened to be Benji who was still far too irritated with his teammates, and too wound up from his evening's experience to even attempt to sleep.

Headphones plastered firmly over his ears so he could tune out whatever Ethan and Brandt were saying in the back, he slightly adjusted the angle of the receiver dish that sat atop the van so that it no longer pointed directly towards the bedroom. He could still hear the snoring just fine, but now it came through a little muffled instead of threatening to rattle his teeth out of his head with its sheer volume. Tomorrow (or rather, later that day), Benji and Jane would install proper bugs inside Styles' home while Ethan and Brandt followed the target in the van, using the dish and the implant to try to catch anything incriminating on Carmichael. In the meantime, Benji was on listening duty, Jane had gone to the hotel to catch a few hours of decent sleep and was due to switch one of them out soon, and Ethan was trying to convince Brandt to get some shuteye instead of pouring through all of Carmichael's business records with his usual analytical diligence.

Thinking about their individual duties made the tech realize how quiet things had actually gotten in the back. He wondered how long it had been that way as he pushed one of the headphones off one ear and peered over his shoulder to see what was going on. It seemed Ethan had finally succeeded in convincing Brandt to get some sleep, after all, as the analyst was stretched out on the bench seat with a blanket tossed over him, oblivious to the way the team leader watched him intently.

Confused, Benji once again broke his own vow to not talk to anyone for the rest of forever. "You don't watch all of us like that when we sleep, do you?" he whispered. "Because, it's kind of a little disturbing."

Ethan shook his head slowly, shooting the smallest of glances towards the tech before going back to monitoring his charge. "Nightmares," he whispered. "A mild reaction to his medication."

Benji turned more in his seat, giving his healing friend a critical once-over. "About the crocodile?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes things from before. I don't ask." Hunt leaned forward a little as Brandt drew in a short breath and rolled his head slightly towards the back of the seat. "I usually have to pull him out of one or two of them before he can get any real sleep."

With a nod, Benji turned back towards his screen and kept an eye on the blinking blue dot that showed the target's location, as well as the smaller, roving red one that signified Styles' rat terrier. It was currently shuffling around in the kitchen, probably getting into the man's garbage. Benji did his best to focus on that little dot instead of on the way that Brandt began to murmur behind him, trying his best not to intrude on a personal moment that would no doubt embarrass the analyst. On the other hand, curiosity and genuine concern for his friend kept the tech from placing the headphone back into its snug position over his ear. Instead, he sat still and listened as Ethan tried to gently coax Brandt back into the real world without touching him; and wondered briefly if the team leader had previously learned the hard way what might happen if Brandt were woken via physical contact…

To Benji's surprise, Brandt's mumbles became clear enough for him to understand a couple lines from a slow, sleep-dulled song: "Hope you are quite prepared to die…one eye is taken for an eye…"

It took the tech a moment to remember where the disjointed lyrics came from, but alarm filled him once the pieces came together. "Oh shit, Ethan, wake him up!" he demanded, yanking the headphones off so he could fully turn around in his seat. "Wake him up, now! I know where he is!"

Will abruptly stopped singing the melancholic tune and croaked out Benji's name as a pained question. He clearly wasn't yet conscious, but somehow the tech's voice had gotten through the nightmare on some level.

"Talk to him," Ethan ordered.

Benji nodded quickly. "No 'Bad Moon Rising,' Brandt. Remember when I told you that?"

Brandt sluggishly shook his head. When he spoke, there was nothing but despair in his tone. "This's diff'rent. This's really it…the end…"

"No it's not, Will, listen to me. You're in the van with me and Ethan. Roux is dead. He's been dead for a long time." At the mention of Roux's name, Ethan's attention switched from Brandt to Benji. The tech ignored him and continued on with trying to get through the nightmare. "You're very much alive, and just hours ago somehow convinced me to contaminate my hand with a palm full of man buttocks, remember? I'll never be able to eat from this hand again, thanks to you."

To Hunt's surprise, Brandt chuckled at that, and after a couple minutes settled back into a deeper slumber without ever having fully woken up. A few more minutes passed as Hunt and Benji watched to make sure no more nightmares were on the tail of the first, then Ethan relaxed back in his own seat.

"How'd you know?" he asked.

Benji shook his head. He had promised Brandt that he wouldn't tell, and he wouldn't break that promise now. "The Germany mission," he said, trying to carefully choose his words. "The song came up in conversation while we were making our way back to the rendezvous. It…um…it came up again…later…"

"When Roux had him," Hunt stated. At Benji's curt nod he dropped the subject, not one to pry into his friends' secrets if they didn't want to share. The Roux mission, in particular, was one that nobody wanted to remember. "Thanks, Benji," he opted, giving the tech a small smile. "And sorry about…you know."

Benji dropped his head and turned back around in his seat. "We'll just call it even for that whole almost-falling-off-the-tallest-building-in-the-world incident back in Dubai, okay?"

A quick smirk flashed across Ethan's lips. "Deal."

"-As long as nobody ever mentions tonight in my presence ever again," the tech added.

Ethan glanced at Brandt skeptically. "I'll try."

Benji had caught Ethan's glance at the analyst in the mirror. "He won't behave, will he?"

"Probably not," Hunt admitted with an apologetic shrug.

Sighing, Dunn slipped his headphones back on and went back to doing his job. When Jane came to switch one of them, he was going to take that offer; and as soon as he got back to the hotel his first order of business was to take a long, hot shower. Then maybe he could get some rest of his own.