"That doesn't look very comfortable," Jemma said.

"It's not," he told her as he opened his eyes. His partner was standing over him, he fell asleep sitting on the stairs leaning against a wall inside Scotty's lab. "No onesie?"

"It's a bodysuit, if you want to get technical. And no, it would've just been in the way of Scotty fixing my bullet wounds. Besides, I can and do actually wear clothes other than the issued crap the VXs wear all the time. If I need something Scotty requisitions it for me or he just buys it outright," she said.

The only times Leonard has seen Jemma, she would be in the bodysuit that all the androids wore, or she'd be in her 'uniform' which wasn't much different that he wore to work most of the time; a good pair of dark jeans, black shirt, sturdy jacket and black boots. Right now, she was wearing a gray tank top and a pair dark blue department-issued shorts.

"Why is it that I didn't know that?" Leonard asked.

"You never asked and you didn't notice. Not that I have an expressed need to change clothes all the time, it's just that I can," Jemma said with a smile.

"That's very girly of you."

"Well, I am a girl."

"True. You are a girl… with really long legs," he muttered. Seriously, who decided to make her look like a supermodel? The eyes were bad enough but the legs… Leonard has always been a sucker for a nice pair of legs.

"I suppose," she snickered. "Come on."

"Huh?"

"I came over here to move you to the couch. You're gonna be in pain when you wake up as it is."

"And I thought I was looking out for you. Are you all fixed up?"

"We're supposed to look out for each other. And the answer to your question is yes… mostly. I still need to do a full charge before Scotty'll give me an all clear. I decided to check on you first."

"What time is it?" he muttered as Jemma ushered him to Scotty's couch.

"Two-oh-nine," came Jemma's automatic reply. "Here, lay down."

"I have paperwork."

"Already finished and filed. Lay down."

Leonard did what he was told, laying down on the couch without even thinking about it. There was a pillow under his head and his partner pulled off his boots and holster before she covered him with a blanket. He mumbled a thanks as he drifted back to sleep. Just as he hit the edge of unconsciousness, he could swear he felt a pair of soft lips kiss his temple.

"Did you really just take a bite outta my toast?" he asked his partner.

"I was curious," she shrugged.

"You can't eat," Leonard said.

"I don't eat. Doesn't mean I can't," Jemma retorted. "Ask Scotty."

"Aye, laddie. The JTKs were made to be as human as possible. I won't tell you the details but she has the ability to eat," the engineer told him.

"All this time you just watched me eat without ordering something," the detective chuckled.

"I don't have to eat so I don't feel the need to spend your money on food. Since this is the first time I've seen either of you cook, I figured I'd give it a try. Just be glad I didn't take your bacon. Some of the information I've gathered… people worship the stuff."

"Food of the Gods," Leonard told her with a smile.

"Aye, it makes everything better," Scotty added. "All I need is bacon and Scotch and I'm a happy man." Leonard nodded and the two men clinked their coffee mugs together.

"I'll file that away in the 'things to bribe Scotty with' section of my memory," Jemma smiled.

"How does that work, anyway?" Leonard asked. Jemma and Scotty looked at him. "Your memory."

"Information about cases is attached to the case file and removed from my local cache but I can still access it," she said. "I sort through the information about you guys myself. Stuff the department needs, like your physical and mental stability, I send to Pike. Some stuff is useless, like the smell of the precinct's locker room, I delete that information. Other stuff, I keep."

"Like what?" he asked. Leonard wasn't sure why he never asked her that before. All the information she collects on a daily basis has to go somewhere.

"Things like how you drink your coffee at one hundred and sixty-four degrees with one sugar or the songs that Scotty hums when he's working on something or the scent of Uhura's perfume or Chris' favorite kind of whiskey. The department doesn't need that stuff but I hang on to it," Jemma shrugged. The question must've been on his face. "You're my friends. The information may not matter to someone else in the long run but I can order your coffee or Chris a drink like a pro, sing along with Scotty when I'm here or get Uhura a gift for her birthday without having to ask what she likes."

"So, what other tidbits of information do you hang on to?" he asked.

"None of your business, Detective," she smirked.

"That's how you wanna play it?" Leonard gave her a look.

"Look, I get a bit of everything from everyone I'm around. I don't comment on it just like you don't, it's socially unacceptable to. I do have tons of information about you but that's a given since I spend most of my time with you and I've been to your place. Like I said before, things that are useful, as your friend and partner, I keep. I'm sure there are some things about me that you notice."

"A few," he nodded. Like the way her eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Or how the whole disco face thing makes her features more striking. He wasn't telling her that though. "I see your point."

"Are you sure about this?" Jemma asked him as they sat in an interview room in New Alcatraz.

"I just wanna talk to him," Leonard said. "You didn't have to come."

"Someone has to make sure you don't snap Nero's neck, might as well be me."

Shaun Nero was the man who led the Section 31 attack on the precinct. A man Leonard remembered from the ambush that killed his team. A man who might have some answers about why the terrorist group picked him, what happened to Jocelyn and what's coming next.

"Well, look at what we have here," Nero said as he was led in and sat down. "I don't know which one of you is the fake cop and which is the broken cop but I doubt it matters. What can I do for you, Detective McCoy?"

"We know you were after something in the evidence vault when you assaulted the precinct with Section Thirty-one. The question is: what?" Jemma asked. Leonard made a deal with her not to say anything.

"Got the bot asking your questions? Really?" Nero chuckled.

"I thought you didn't know who was who," his partner quipped. "What were you after?"

"Asked but not answered. The same as the last… I don't know fifty or so times that your captain's been here," the terrorist told them. Pike wasn't shy about his need to figure out what was in the evidence locker, they figured he'd question Nero a few times. "That must be frustrating. Isn't that right, buddy? Jocelyn would be very impressed to see you walking around. You do know that's not her real name? Wouldn't you just love to get your hands around that chick's throat? I know where she is. Would you like to know?"

"We'll find her without your help," Jemma said. Leonard wanted to do something, say something but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he did. "Why Detective McCoy?"

"Isn't it obvious? Dedicated man who works a lot but no time for romance. Beautiful woman runs into him like that and he thinks he hit the jackpot. She's understanding, doesn't mind his long hours. All the while, she played him like a fiddle and he wanted it so bad that he let her," Nero said.

"Hmm," Jemma said. "We're done."

"That's it?" Nero asked. "He's not even gonna say anything?"

"You want to bait him. It doesn't matter what we ask you. You're not gonna tell us anything unless we get you out of here. You killed cops in our precinct, so that's not gonna happen. We'll find Jocelyn… or whatever her name is without your help. And whatever is in the evidence locker, we'll find that too," his partner said.

"You think we're the only ones after her?" Nero smiled.

"You think we haven't already figured that out. That's cute," Jemma countered before she nudged Leonard's arm. "Come on."

They walked out to the car in silence until Leonard looked at his partner. "What's with the disco face?"

"Chris is calling you but I'm taking it," she told him.

"What he say?"

"The warden called him when we showed up. He wants to talk with us, so he'll be at your place in forty minutes."

"You talked to Nero without running it past me," his captain said.

"Okay, one, it's my day off. Two, I didn't talk to Nero, I just glared at him. She talked to Nero," Leonard chuckled.

"That's a technicality," Chris said.

"We're cops, we embrace technicalities," Jemma retorted from where she was leaning against the arm of his couch.

"Don't get me started on you. You're supposed to keep him out of trouble," Pike told her.

"You have met him, right? Surly, cantankerous, stubborn. I think he's well within his right to find out why Section Thirty-one tossed a grenade into his life," she said. Apt choice of words. "People talk, he can't hear them but I can. Leonard's a good cop. His friends were killed and he's fighting to regain his career because they infiltrated his life. Since IA obviously thinks he's in on it, nobody is looking for answers but us. If it were you instead of him, you'd want to know why. Hell, I'd want to know why. I'm just trying to help. Besides, I think Nero gave us something."

"What do you mean he gave you something?" the captain asked.

"Someone else is after whatever's in evidence. Jemma played it off like we already knew but I don't think we considered that whatever it is might not be related to Section Thirty-one, they just want it," Leonard said.

"He give you any other clues?" Chris asked.

"Nero referred to it as a 'her'," Jemma told him. "That's gotta mean something."

Pike looked at the pair, "Next time, give me a heads up. We clear?"

"Crystal," they both replied automatically.

"Good," Chris sighed. "I gotta get back. Do me a favor and actually relax for the rest of the day. I didn't give you the shift off so that you could work."

Leonard nodded, "You got it."

"What do you mean by that? How is 'Superman not a superhero'? He's the superhero," Leonard said. He decided to do some investigating on all the Section 31 stuff he had so far. His partner's declaration that Superman isn't an actual superhero came out of nowhere.

"No, he's an alien and Clark Kent is how he sees humanity. Now, Batman, who has no powers and still fights is the superhero. Black Widow, Hawkeye, Green Arrow… those guys are the superheroes. It's easy to fight when you have powers, but to still fight when you don't is truly heroic."

"Easy for you to say."

"Actually, you and I are a very good example. Someone unloaded a full magazine into my torso and I kept going, someone does that to you and it's a funeral. It's easy for me to do 'stupid and crazy' stuff, I'm durable. It's brave when you do stupid and crazy stuff because it could kill you. I'm like Superman and you're like Batman," Jemma said with a smile.

"I think Wonder Woman would be a more appropriate description."

"Same difference in the context of this conversation, she's not human either," she pointed out.

"Thor?"

"God from another realm."

"Captain America?"

"Super soldier serum."

"Flash?"

"Which one?"

"Barry Allen," he shrugged.

"Augmented human."

"Wolverine?"

"Mutant."

"Iron Man?"

"Super suit."

"Green Lantern?"

"Super ring."

"Black Bolt?"

"Inhuman. Face it, I'm right and you know it."

He chuckled, "I will admit nothing."

"You always say that."

"When you came to see me six months ago, your emotions were boiling over with hate. You were seething with frustration and disgust at your neighbors, at your fellow workers, at our government. But today, you are a different man. And I am so proud of how far you've come," Doctor Dehner said to the guy sitting next to Leonard in his -mandatory- group therapy session. Ben, the guy's name tag says.

"What a complete and utter waste of my time," Ben huffed. "I could not feel worse. I don't feel at all better. I hate everyone the same. In fact, I think I hate you most."

"Okay. But, Ben, listen to yourself. Listen to your words. Two months ago, you would've been expressing this anger physically. Now you're using your words," Doctor Dehner said.

"When I get these damn bandages off, I'll be physical again," Ben said. He had a cast on one hand and a bandage on the other.

"Well, you should be proud of yourself," Dehner said. "Leonard, what about you? How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling good," he chuckled.

"Really?" the doctor asked incredulously.

"Yeah. I'm feeling… really good," Leonard smiled.

"I don't want to encourage you to be angry but I also don't want you to hide your feelings from us, and more importantly, from yourself," the woman said as she tucked her short blonde hair behind her ear.

"I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a sharer but I talk when I need to. I have a reason for my anger and my friends get it, they let me vent and we move on. I feel good. What can I say?" he shrugged. He wasn't lying. Between Chris and Jemma, he had people to talk to and they listen without holding it against him.

"Leonard, your girlfriend not only abandoned you but she was secretly working for an infamous criminal organization. The same organization that targeted and killed your entire squad in a gun battle, left you for dead and, ultimately, left you with a synthetic leg. Yet, for the past several sessions, in what little you've told us, you're saying that you have no problems and you feel good? Are you really, truly saying that you're being honest?" Dehner asked.

"I didn't say I had no problems. I'm cop, there are criminals, it'll always be a problem. But we all hit bumps in the road, you know? The thing is, I made a new friend who's teaching me the value of being thankful for what I have. I got my health. I got a job, you know, putting bad people away, which I love. I got a new synthetic leg. I'm reconnecting with people. I feel good. I really do," Leonard said. It was mostly the truth. His life was by no means perfect but he was trying to have as much of a positive outlook on it as he could.

"I think we're gonna end the session on that note," Doctor Dehner said. "I'll see you all next week."

Leonard walked out of the building and watched his partner for a few seconds. She was leaning against his car, people watching.

"You gonna keep staring at her?" Ben asked. "I mean, if you're not gonna go for it, I will."

"Don't even think about it," Leonard said before he walked over to the car. "See anything interesting?"

"Life. Real life. How was Angry Class one-oh-one?" Jemma asked.

"It was what it was," he shrugged. "Ready to work?"

"Yep."