"And if you say goodbye. Too many times. The sentinels will find me and switch me off this time. Because all my fears invaded. All the crazies put on buses and sent up here to find you. Living on the limits."

Gabriel listened as Moira muttered an unfamiliar song while packing her neatly-folded clothes into a suitcase. It was interesting to hear such odd lyrics come forth in her unique accent, and he wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps it was that he could never truly picture the peculiar individual listening to any type of music that wasn't...well, classical, if he's being brutally honest. That sounded so ridiculous, he thought, and yet, it was the utmost truth.

"What're you singing?" Gabe asked, leaning against the wall with his arms folded neatly against his chest. Moira didn't care to look up from her pile of miscellaneous personal items she had precariously placed on the edge of her bed as she explained, "It's from an old band. They were popular around the beginning of the twenty-first century, if I'm not mistaken."

"That's not that old."

"It isn't. When I was young, I would listen to alternative songs from around that time. Many of them stuck with me since then."

"Yeah. I'm more of uh...I don't know, 'I'll listen to whatever's on' kind of guy."

"You've never found yourself favoring one genre over the other?"

He shrugged. "I might have, I just never acknowledged it."

He thought back to when he was younger and the aspects of his life he enjoyed the most.

"I mostly focused on soccer. Did that for a long time."

"How long?" she questioned.

"Oh, God, well, I started when I was around five and did it until I was like...early twenties, maybe. It was a pretty decent amount of time."

She glanced at him for a moment before returning her attention to her current task. "I-That is quite the substantial timespan."

"Yeah, and what about you? Any sports?"

A small grin appeared on the Doctor's face. "Does the Mock Trial Team count?"

"No, sorry, it doesn't," he chuckled.

"Then no, I haven't participated in any sports." Once finished packing up her things, Moira zipped her luggage closed and collected the remaining bags.

"I suppose after we return, Blackwatch will have no further involvement in this case," the woman said as she headed out of the room. Gabriel hoisted a few bags of his own over the shoulder and tailed her lovely form after closing the door behind him.

He admired the way her outfit hugged her thin figure and brought out her (lack of) hips. The tight clothing was painstakingly eye-catching to him, and he nonchalantly gawked at the subtle sway of her backside for a second-too-long.

Right before he realized what he was doing.

Gabe jogged a few steps forward to walk alongside his...acquaintance and asked, "What makes you say that?" Moira looked down at him, and he ignored the way his heart twisted and constricted and squeezed as the woman replied, "Dr. Ziegler informed me."

"And not me?"

"Commander Morrison is going to explain this to Blackwatch upon our return. This is what I was told."

He scoffed in utter annoyance. Jack really didn't trust them anymore, did he?

"This grants Blackwatch some days off," she continued with a smirk. "You'll have plenty of time to start on my closet." Gabriel's bitterness subsided as fast as it came. He liked hearing her joke; it was with him and no one else. It was exclusive, and therefore precious.

"I think I should win by default," he retorted playfully.

"And why's that, Gabe?" The both of them stopped near the elevator. Moira hit a button that would bring them downwards, all the while plucking at his heartstrings with those incredibly long fingernails.

Or perhaps she'd use her left hand instead. She's left-handed, isn't she?

"Well, because I'm your boss, Moira," he said, adding her name at the end partially to lightheartedly mock her, and partially because speaking it was like a cigarette to a smoker: he yearned for it.

"The last time I checked, you hadn't even worked anything out."

"Well, that's going to change right now." He cleared his throat. "If I win, which I will, because of 'by default,' you...I don't know...Why don't we just both take a day off and go do something?" Moira raised a brow, and the small ding of the elevator was nearly completely drowned out by every fiber of his being screaming and wondering why the fuck did you just say that?

"What would we be doing?" she inquired as they entered the small box. He shrugged and clicked one of the many buttons on the side of the metal doors. "I'll think of something."

She rolled her eyes. "Out of all things, this is what you choose."

"Hey, hear me out: it's a break from everyone's bullshit,"

That isn't the reason he suggested it.

"-no running around setting cameras up everywhere,"

No, that wasn't the reason, either.

"-and I think the both of us need to have a talk about what that chick said. In private."

Nothing he was saying came close to the truth.

Moira nodded slowly. "You've made decent points."

Come on, Gabe.

"Alright then, Gabriel, we will work out a time and date once Commander Morrison decides what Blackwatch will do next. I don't believe Doctor Ziegler would lie to me, but you can never be too certain."

Where's your self-control?

"Yeah, I agree with that."

The doors opened and revealed Genji and Jesse waiting patiently in the lobby.

"That outing of ours stays between us," Gabe muttered to the tall woman beside him. Moira gave only a simple, curt nod, but it was all that was needed. He wasn't sure if she understood why it needed to be kept secret, but he was sure he could conjure up some excuse.

An excuse to hide...what? What was the reason behind their secrecy this time?

"Do not worry, Commander," Genji said in a calm voice, "we were not waiting long."

It just felt right to lie and act as if their plans didn't exist.

"Alright," Gabriel responded. "You guys are good?"

It felt right, but...why? Why did it feel right?

"All's good in the hood, Boss," McCree answered.

"Great."

"I've missed sleeping on a comfortable bed," Red chimed in. He chuckled at her statement. "You're telling me."

Why?