"Alright. Let's sit you down, right here," Leonard said, helping his partner sit against one of the cubical walls. "I'm gonna find something to patch that up."

"Knife in your boot. First aid kit near the emergency exit," she muttered and made a gesture to the wall a dozen feet behind him.

"Alright. Don't move."

"Not… planning on it," Jemma said. He walked over to the fire equipment on the wall and found the first aid kit. Jemma examined the face maker while she waited for him. "Based on the frequency at which these transmit, I detect seven more in the building. If they hide their identities, why not just wear a mask? Why pretend to be something else?"

"That's a good question," he said as he knelt next to her. "Let's try and fix you. I took first aid like everyone else but that was on humans, so you're gonna have to tell me what I'm doing."

"Okay. There's a magenta colored tendon. I need you to cut it," she told him. He doesn't know how he did it but he must've touched something that shocked the shit out of him. "That was lavender."

"You know you got like fifty shades of purple in there," Leonard muttered.

"Not my fault any more than having red blood is yours."

"That's true. Anything I should know before I cut this?"

"Just… be careful. If you cut the wrong thing, I won't reboot," Jemma said. He gave her a nod before he cut the tendon. Jemma's eyes closed and she shut down.

"Jem?" he asked. "Don't do this to me, darlin'."

"Leonard, are you there?" Paige asked over his comm.

"I can hear you, Paige," he replied as he put Jemma's head back together as well as he could and put a bandage on the wound.

"They've moved. They keep going to a corner window, doing something," Paige told him.

"What are they doing?" he asked.

"I don't know. My sister... she's crying. And one of the guards, he keeps looking at her," she told him. Leonard didn't have to guess on why the man was looking at her.

"Look, I promise I'll get to you soon, Paige. What's your sister's name?" Leonard asked.

"Jenna."

"Jenna, huh?" he asked.

"Well, her middle name's Gertrude," Paige said.

"Ouch, that's rough," he said as Jemma started to come back. Her eyes blinked open and she reached up to touch her head. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding when she looked at him.

"What's yours?" Paige asked.

"Horatio," Leonard said.

Paige let out a quiet chuckle, "Horatio, like the only major character to survive Hamlet, Horatio?"

"Just like. My folks were fans. Horatio was a survivor and Hamlet's most trusted friend. I guess they were setting me up," he chuckled.

"You're someone's most trusted?" Paige asked.

"Well, my captain told me I was his," Leonard said. Jemma pointed at herself and nodded. "My partner says I'm hers too." He stood up and offered Jemma a hand, which she took.

"Leonard, something's happening," Paige told him. "They know you're in the building. They sent a couple guys with giant guns to guard the stairs. Even if you do get up here, how are you gonna get in?"

"You let us worry about that, Paige," he said as he and Jemma made a mad dash for the stairs. They were gonna have to get up as fast and as far as they could go before they were cut off. "Can you let me hear what's going on?"

"Yes," Paige whispered.

"I'm disappointed in you, Captain Pike. I thought we were getting along so well," the male voice from before said. "I said no cops." There was a pause. "Then how do you explain the two cops my men just killed downstairs?" Leonard and Jemma smiled at each other. Pike would know that was a bluff the second he heard it. After a tense moment of silence, the voice returned. "When do I get my fission ignitor?" Another pause. "Great. Every minute longer is another body you'll be scraping off the pavement."

The next thing they heard was crying.

"Keep your mouth shut," a different voice said.

"Leonard, I'm going out there. I can't leave Jenna alone," Paige said. That must be her sister crying.

"Paige, that's a bad idea," he said.

"I have to. I have to," Paige told him.

"We're a few floors away," Leonard tried.

"She needs me. I need her. If we're gonna die... I want to be with her. She's my sister. Now is my only chance to blend in without anyone seeing me. I'll leave the call open. You'll be able to hear what's going on. I have to," Paige said. He wanted to talk her out of it but he couldn't blame her for wanting to be with her family.

Leonard and Jemma hugged the wall as they made their way up, when they got to the twentieth floor, they had to leave the stairwell. As promised, Paige left the call open and she must've put her phone somewhere because they could hear everything.

"Hey, boss...we're getting another delivery. The drone's coming," someone said.

"I believe in honoring a deal. Stand by. I'll let you know how we're gonna release the hostages," the man from before, who was obviously the leader, said. "Send the message to the other crew now. They should be ready. It's time to wind this up."

"What other crew?" Leonard asked his partner.

"Maybe there are more of them in the building," she said. "Or maybe they're outside the building."

"But the jammer's still on. If they have people outside, they wouldn't be able to talk to each other," he pointed out. Then it hit him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small red chip she found. "Unless they were talking some other way." Jemma shone a light though it and it magnified against the wall. "Start."

"They must be using it as some sort of point-to-point communication with someone in proximity of the building," she said.

"Paige said the man in charge kept going to the window," he said. Before he could voice a thought, the gunmen started talking.

"I didn't think they'd come through. What if there's a tracking device?" one of the gunmen asked.

"We're not taking it anyway. It doesn't matter," the leader said.

"He doesn't want the tech. That doesn't make sense. Why take hostages and negotiate for tech you don't want?" Leonard thought out loud.

"Diversion," Jemma said as she looked out the window. "That building," she pointed to a smaller building down the street from them, "is a precious metal weigh station specializing in palladium."

"It's a heist. Palladium. That would make all this worthwhile," he said.

"Bones, they just activated another light bomb," she told him. "They're gonna kill the hostages."

"You and the guys pick three hostages," the leader said.

"Why?" gunman number two asked.

The leader's voice returned, "We may need insurance. Let's pack it up."

"Come on," Leonard said.

"What are you doing?" Jemma asked.

"Sticking to the plan. We're going up."

"No. They know we're here. They're expecting us to come up the stairs. We won't make it to the twenty-fifth floor alive," she said.

"You heard him. We have no choice."

"Except you do, I don't. People's lives are in jeopardy," Jemma told him.

"What, you're gonna go up there alone? Jem, I can't let you…"

"I have to."

"Then I'm coming with you," he told her. "I can't lose another partner." That last part pulled him into a memory.

"We gotta get out of here, Len," Phil said as he leaned against a car. The VX looked them and rattled off some statistics before leaving the two detectives to die.

"Didn't know you cared," she said.

"Well, I do. There, I admit it. Now, come up with another plan."

"There aren't any other options. You need to get to get to safety. I'm going up there."

"Jem…"

"Hey. It's okay. This… this is what I was built for, Bones." That was the point of synthetic cops, so that human officers didn't get killed doing stupid stuff. She didn't say it but they were both thinking it. "It'll be okay."

Jemma opened the elevator shaft, jumped over to the cable and began pulling herself up. He couldn't just wait around. There had to be something he could do, some way he could make it up there without being seen. If only he had a different face.

"That's it."

He ran back down to sixteen and grabbed the face maker, jacket and rifle from the Stone guy that Jemma killed. He just hoped he got back up before Jemma got herself hurt or worse.

"What's your name? I've never killed a person I didn't know. But then again, you're not a person. Are you?" the leader asked Jemma as he stood over her with a gun pointed at her head, his foot holding her down.

"Nice of you to show up, Stone," one of the other gunmen said as 'Gregor Stone' with Michael Demarais' face on walked into the room.

"Where the hell have you been? We thought you were dead," the leader asked.

Leonard didn't say anything, just hit the control to drop the face maker. By the time the leader pointed his weapon at him, the detective shot him. Unfortunately, Stone's weapon was out of ammo when the last gunman aimed his weapon at Leonard. He made a dash for Jemma's gun while she moved to the bomb. He shot the last man and looked at his partner.

"You good?" he asked.

"Peachy," she muttered as she removed the explosives from the trigger. "Bomb's disarmed."

"Pike?" he used the leader's comm. "It's McCoy, you copy?"

"McCoy?" his CO asked.

"The hostages are secure. The whole thing is a palladium heist. They got us to block the alarm system. Turn the jammer off!"

He heard Chris issuing orders but he didn't need to listen.

"You came for me," Jemma whispered.

"You would've come for me," he smiled. Leonard looked her over and she must've taken fire from more than one weapon, her shirt was covered in holes and purple 'blood.' "Scotty's gonna kill me."

"I'll tell him to be nice. You did tell me not to come up here alone," she chuckled. "We should get the hostages out."

"Clear!" an officer called as he entered the room.

"Clear!" a VX said. "Detective McCoy, are you alright?"

"Yea. Secure this," Leonard handed the android the part of the bomb that his partner was holding before he helped her up. "Come on, Jem."

"Are we done playing Die Hard?" his partner asked as she held onto his jacket to stay upright.

"You know what Die Hard is?"

"I might've looked through your movie collection when I was at your place," she shrugged. "It's okay but I like the third one better. Too bad Samuel L. Jackson didn't come back for one of the sequels, that whole reluctant buddy cop vibe he had with Bruce Willis was brilliant."

He chuckled, "That's what I said."

"Leonard?"

He spun around to look at the source of the voice and found a young Hispanic woman standing a few feet behind him. "You must be Paige."

She smiled and gave him a hug, "Thank you."

"No. Thank you. You were very brave. You helped save a lot of lives today," Leonard told her as he let her go.

"Where's your partner?" she asked.

"Oh, she's, uh, she's getting patched up," he said, motioning over to his cruiser where Jemma was sitting on the bumper with Scotty fussing over her.

"She jumped through the vent in the ceiling to save my sister. It's was pretty badass," Paige chuckled as another girl joined them. "This is my sister, Jenna."

"Jenna, it's a pleasure to meet you," Leonard smiled. "I've heard a lot about you." They thanked him again before leaving with one of the officers. Leonard walked over to Jemma and Scotty.

"I should kick your arse, laddie," the engineer said.

"It's not his fault, Scotty," Jemma muttered.

"Don't defend him, lass," Scotty said.

"It was me or the hostages. I'm replaceable," she told their friend.

"No, you're not," Leonard and Scotty said at the same time. The two men shared a look.

"Very sweet, guys, but ultimately untrue."

"Is she gonna be okay?" the detective asked, ignoring his partner.

"Yea. Fixing this is easy but I'll have to run a bunch of extensive diagnostics on her, just in case," Scotty sighed.

"Can it wait? Pike wants to see us?" Leonard told him.

"Aye, but I'm coming with you."

Jemma smiled, "Of course you are."

Walking into the precinct to applause felt good. It felt like the good old days again, saving the day and all that. Leonard gestured to his partner, she was the hero on this one, he just backed her up. Jemma looked at him and pushed his hand away. The applause died down when he sat at his desk and Jemma leaned against.

"I've got some intel on the perps. Guy behind it all was Gerald Leighton. We linked him and his men to four high-value robberies in the last two years," their CO said as he joined them and gave Jemma an assessing look. She waved off his obvious concern.

"Using police jamming protocol to initiate a palladium heist. Pretty elaborate for a bunch of thieves," Leonard sighed.

"It's going to be a paperwork nightmare," Pike said before handing him the file. "Have fun."

"And I thought you had come down here to thank me," Leonard chuckled.

"For what? Doing your job?" Chris asked. "Just for the record, I did tell you to get out of the building, right?"

"The call cut out, not my fault," Leonard smiled.

"I'm sure I know who's fault it is," the older cop chuckled. "You still have to do it."

"Can it wait? My partner needs to get patched up."

"Go. Take tomorrow off. Good job, you two," Pike said, giving Jemma a soft pat on the shoulder.

"You don't have to go with me," she said.

Leonard shrugged, "You wanna spend the next few hours alone with Scotty?"

"Hey?" the man in question exclaimed.

"You just want me to help with your paperwork," Jemma smiled.

"You are faster than me," Leonard pointed out. "Come on, guys."

The three of them piled into the car to head to Scotty's lab. The engineer rambling on and on about stuff that he had to check on Jemma. Leonard had mostly tuned him out.

"Thank you for what you did back there," she said, ignoring the passenger in the backseat. "You didn't have to come for me."

"Don't mention it," Leonard said.

"You know that story you told Paige, when you fell through the ice as a kid? When that gun was pointed at my head, I felt something similar. I… I didn't want to die. I know it's not the same with me, but..."

"Hey, dead is dead, darlin'," he told her.

"Yeah," she whispered, "I suppose so."

"Are you listening to me?" Scotty asked them after a few minutes.

Jemma smiled, "Every word, Scotty."