"Bones. Bones, wake up," Jemma said, her hands on his face.

"Jem? What are you doing over here?" he muttered.

"You were screaming for Phil and my hearing is that good. Nightmare?"

"Yea. The ambush."

"Wanna talk about it?" she asked.

"Not really. There wasn't anything new… except…"

"Except what?"

"I missed something," Leonard jumped out of bed and practically ran over to his desk. He hit the control to illuminate his post-its and pulled up the handful of video messages he saved from Jocelyn.

"You kept her messages for over two years? You know, some might call that obsessive."

"In all fairness, I was in a coma for a year and a half," he chuckled. "When I found out she was part of Section Thirty-one, I kept them hoping to find a lead but I never gave them to you and I think I should've."

"You want me to find clues in the messages," Jemma said. She didn't phrase it as a question, she knew him too well.

"Jocelyn was supposed to be out of town during the raid. She called me from New York, only, it couldn't have been New York because she was part of the ambush. So, that message has to be fake, which means…"

"The others are probably fake too and every time she was out of town, she probably wasn't. Go back to bed, I'll see what I can find."

"I'm good."

"You're tired," she told him.

"I'm not…" he yawned, "tired."

"You were saying."

"Are you gonna be okay? I thought you were charging."

"I'm at ninety-eight percent," Jemma said. "Seriously, put your leg on the charger and go back to bed. I'll go back to my place and look this over."

"Stay. Please," he said quietly, almost afraid to go back to sleep without her there.

"Okay, I'll work from here and wake you up if I find something," she told him, holding out her hand. He disconnected the synthetic limb and handed to his partner.

"Thanks for this, Jem."

"Anytime."

Leonard let out a grunt when he noticed a weight on his chest. He reached up with his hand to nudge whatever it was off and was met with hair, and an ear, and a neck. Leonard blinked open his eyes and found Jemma, her head on his shoulder and her eyes closed, blue lights going on the side of her face. He knew she wasn't asleep in his sense of the word but she seemed to be focused on something.

"Jem."

"You're awake," she said as her eyes opened and the disco face stopped.

"You're in my bed."

"You had another nightmare. Soon as I touched you, you calmed down, so I stayed. I never would've pegged you for a cuddler."

"Hey, I happen to be a good cuddler."

"So I've noticed. I promise I won't tell anyone. Was your nightmare about the ambush and Jocelyn again?" she asked. He nodded. "Anything new?"

"Nope," Leonard sighed.

"You okay?"

"Well, I woke up with a beautiful woman in my arms, so… yea," he chuckled, earning a smile from his partner. "What time is it?"

"Almost seven." Jemma pushed herself up and Leonard instantly missed her warmth but it was probably a good thing that they weren't pressed against each other anymore. "We should both get ready for work. I'll tell you what I found after we get some coffee in your system."

"You really do know me too well."

"So, I dropped the backgrounds and filters in the messages from Jocelyn. The locations she sent them from are all digital. If I had to guess, she's standing in front of a three dimensional projector," Jemma told him and Pike in the captain's office.

"So there's no way to trace the messages," Leonard said.

"Never said that," she smiled. "Most, are standard calls and untraceable. The message when she was supposed to be in Rome, however, was sent over the net. I traced it back through a bunch of proxy servers to an IP address registered to a shell company who, until recently, had an office in the Financial District. The place is probably empty but it couldn't hurt to look."

"Chris, I…" Leonard started but their CO held up a hand.

"Go, let me know if you find anything," Pike told them.

"Will do," the detective nodded.

"Good job, Jemma," Chris said.

"Thank you, sir, but it was his idea. I'm just better at tech then him," Jemma chuckled.

"Well, then good job, both of you. Get out of here."

"Are we gonna talk about what happened this morning?" she asked as he drove.

"What do you mean?" he glanced at her.

"You're adorable when you're playing coy."

"Uh… sorry, I guess?"

"For what? I never said anything was wrong, I just want to know if you want to talk about your natural biological reaction to my presence."

"You make it sound so… wrong that way," Leonard chuckled.

"I didn't mean… What I'm trying… I…" Jemma started and stopped a few times and that beautiful artificial blush crept up her neck. "Never mind."

"It's been a while since I woke up with someone in my arms," he told her as he parked the car. "After everything with Jocelyn I resigned myself to the fact that I would never let anyone get close enough to hurt me again. It's part of the reason I was the asshole you met. It's just easier to be a jerk, most people don't get close to jerk. Except you… but you're special."

"And awesome."

"And awesome and beautiful and…" Leonard stopped himself from saying he loved her but he had this feeling that she already knew. She knows everything else he's thinking. "Any idea what we're in for in this place?"

"Nope," she chuckled as they stepped into the elevator.

"Should be fun."

"Well, Leo, that took you long enough. I must admit, I was surprised to find out that you were still alive after everything we did to you. Even more surprised that you were up and about and back to work. Don't worry, we'll rectify both of those problems soon enough. Be seeing ya, babe," Jocelyn said.

"That has to be recent, you've only been back to work for a couple months and we didn't broadcast your return," Chris sighed at he turned off the video that they found in the empty office.

"Section Thirty-One did," Jemma said. "They were his first case back. I'm guessing Ayel or Nero passed the message along to their people before we nabbed them."

"By the sounds of it, they're gonna come after McCoy again. So, what do we do?" Stiles asked.

"Nothing. I'm not gonna let them rip apart my life again. I worked too hard," Leonard said. "I'm gonna do my job and keep my eyes open."

"Leonard…" Uhura said but he shook his head.

"They want to come after me, let 'em. They'll have to get through my very protective partner," he chuckled.

"I'd like to see them try," Jem smiled.

"Oh, God. You're corrupting Jemma," Pike chuckled.

"No, he's not. I'd die for all of you and you know it," Jemma said.

"I do. Just… be careful, all of you," Chris looked at each of them. "Dismissed." The whole group left the small conference room.

"You okay?" his partner asked.

"Yea, why wouldn't I be?" he gave her a look.

"Uh… your terrorist ex-girlfriend is gunning for you."

"She doesn't get to me anymore," Leonard shrugged. He's not sure when it happened but the idea of Jocelyn doesn't even bother him. Her voice doesn't do anything and he can think about her without flashing back to some random moment they had together. "I'm okay, really. If I'm not, you'll be the first to know." Jemma gave him a nod and a smile. "Wanna bring me up to speed on this case?"

"She wants to dance like Uma Thurman, bury me 'til I confess. She wants to dance like Uma Thurman, and I can't get you out of my head…"

"Really, Jem? That song was annoying when I was a kid, it's worse now," he chuckled.

Jemma rolled her eyes, "I can move mountains, I can work a miracle, work a miracle. I'll keep you like an oath. 'May nothing but death do us part...' Stop being a grump, it's catchy."

"Of course it's catchy, that was the point."

"I do have a question," she said. Leonard just gave her a nod. "Why would someone want to dance like Uma Thurman? She was an actress, right?"

"It's about her character in Pulp Fiction, Mia. She basically orders Vincent Vega, John Travolta's character, to dance with her. Something about her husband being his boss and telling him to take Mia out to do whatever she wanted. She asserts her dominance the whole time."

"We might have to watch it, it's in your collection."

"You want to watch a movie with me?"

"Yea. Why not? I mean, unless you don't want to and that's cool. It was just an idea. I like seeing your reactions to stuff… that came out wrong."

"You're rambling," he chuckled. "And blushing."

"I do that."

"The artificial blush response... I noticed."

"You notice when I blush?" she asked.

"Sometimes," Leonard smiled. "It looks good on you. And yes, we can watch Pulp Fiction. Just… sing something else."

"See the stone set in your eyes, see the thorn twist in your side. I'll wait for you. Sleight of hand and twist of fate, on a bed of nails she makes me wait. And I wait without you. With or without you. With or without you," she sang from the passenger seat. U2 was more his speed. "Through the storm we reach the gave it all but I want more. And I'm waiting for you."

"With or without you. With or without you. I can't live, with or without you," Leonard decided to sing along. Jemma smiled and they kept going. "And you give yourself away. And you give yourself away. And you give, and you give, and you give yourself away."

He smiled, "My hands are tied, my body bruised. She's got me with…"

"Nothing to win and nothing left to lose," Jemma belted out. He reminded himself to ask who thought to give her a singing voice. It's nice.

"And you give yourself away."

"And you give yourself away."

"And you give, and you give, and you give yourself away."

"With or without you. With or without you," they looked at each other, "I can't live, with or without you…"

"Wait… that's really how Reservoir Dogs ends?" Jemma asked. "That's messed up."

"I told you," he chuckled. Watching one Quentin Tarantino movie turned into watching three.

"But… after everything he did for Orange… White dies. That's so… wrong."

"He did kill Orange. You rooting for a criminal now?"

"That one, yes. All the stuff they went through and he stayed loyal to his friend only for that friend to betray him like that," she said. "I can't even be mad about it. I'd kill someone for you, just like you'd kill someone for me. But I'd be heartbroken if it turned out that you were lying to me the whole time."

"Well, that's true," Leonard smiled. "Even though we knew Orange was a cop, it was still hard to watch White when he found out. That kind of betrayal… cuts deep. I would know."

"You know it's not your fault, right?" Jemma said. "If it wasn't you, it would've been someone else on your team."

"Tell that to IA."

"Fuck IA. You're a good cop and a good man. She used that against you, Bones, that's not your fault," she told him. "Besides, she made a very big mistake, she left you alive. If I know anything, it's that you will make her and all her Section Thirty-one buddies pay for what they did to your squad."

"I can't believe you just dropped an f-bomb."

"Well, I do spend all my time with you," Jem chuckled. "I'm serious. I know you can take them down… we will take them down. Besides, she'll be lucky if I don't get my hands on her before you do. She hurt my partner and I can't have that."

"You're the best person I know. Did you know that?"

"I would've said Chris… but that's just me," she smiled.

"I'm serious. You're the best person I know."

"Some would argue that I'm not a person at all."

"Tell them to say that to my face and see what happens," he chuckled.

"I think I have some idea," Jemma chuckled. "It's late. I should probably…"

"Yea. I gotta sleep and you gotta charge."

"Thanks for letting me raid your movies, Bones." She smiled before pressing a soft kiss against his lips. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, darlin'." He watched as she left his apartment. Leonard doesn't know how long it took his brain to catch up. "She kissed me."

AN: Jemma's singing Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy and With or Without You by U2