Brandt didn't turn on the lights when he poured himself a drink. His thoughts kept spinning round what had happened just a few hours ago. The fact that if Ethan hadn't been there after all, and Skye had listened to him, Benji might have died. And if he was completely honest with himself, there had been a moment when he had given up. He held the cool glass to his jaw, soothing the pain of Skye's punch. He felt like he deserved it. Despite her methods being nothing short of crazy, at least she had done something, contrary to him.

"Oh," someone said behind him. "Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be up..."

Brandt turned to Benji. "Couldn't sleep."

Despite everything, Benji had to grin. Brandt passed him his glass and poured himself a new one. They drank in silence, felt the alcohol work its way through their bloodstream, and suddenly Brandt had to chuckle.

"What?" Benji asked.

"Last time we did this we watched Pacific Rim."

Benji chuckled too. "And were working for the CIA."

Brandt nodded. Nothing was settled yet in that regard, there had been too much to do after Ethan had called him about having a tied up and drugged Solomon Lane in custody, but he felt that things were bound to change.

"What's with the CIA?"

"Jesus, Ethan," Benji exhaled after he was done flinching. "Don't do that."

"Force of habit," Ethan apologised and joined them.

They waited for someone to say something, but it took a while. Somehow sitting in silence had something comforting about it too. They were safe, and they were together, and they were still a team.

"I'm sorry for leaving you guys," Ethan finally spoke up.

"Bit of a heads-up would have been good," Brandt couldn't help himself and downed his drink.

Ethan looked at the floor. "I couldn't see another way..."

Benji looked like he had his own thoughts to fight. He emptied his glass as well. "It worked, didn't it," he said tonelessly. The memory of throwing the bundle composed of a coat and an explosive vest into the Thames came up. That had only been a few hours ago.

Ethan scrutinised his friend. "You okay?"

Benji shrugged, then grinned sheepishly. "I'm alive."

Luther stopped short in the door way when he saw the three men. "And what are you all up to sitting in the dark?" he asked.

"Scotch is on the table," Brandt said helpfully.

Luther sighed, but joined them. "This is gonna be one huge mess to sort out, I can tell you that."

Brandt felt his frown return, but also a smile. A strange mixture he hadn't had in a while. "Did you see Hunley's face when we told him?"

"What are we gonna do about him?" Ethan asked.

The analyst looked at him. "I have an idea, but you're not gonna like it."

"Let's save that one for tomorrow," Luther said, then flinched when the lights were turned on abruptly.

All of them turned around.

Skye looked just as startled to see all of them out of their beds. She blinked. "I couldn't sleep..." she began an explanation, looked at Benji.

"Join the club," Luther said and waved her over.

"I meant to apologise," she said to Ethan, taking a seat between him and Benji.

"Why?" he asked surprised.

"I said some mean things about you earlier."

Ethan smirked. "I think we're good."

"And we may have led the Prime Minister to believe that you're after him," Brandt added quickly.

Benji stared at him.

"Where's my apology?" Luther asked her. "You kicked me into the sidewalk."

Benji's stare shifted to Skye her. "You what?"

"I'm sorry," she said meekly.

Brandt turned his palm upwards and raised his eyebrows expectantly.

The woman sighed. "All right, I'm sorry for punching everyone. "

"I think I'm still missing some parts of the story," Benji said.

And since none of them felt like they could sleep soon anyway, they refilled their glasses and filled each other in. As a team.


Author's Note: Once again, I want to thank all of you for reading. I can't put into words what the support on this one means to me. Also it still blows my mind that someone other than me ships Skyjamin. Mange tak.

Next mission launches on Friday.