Leonard was in shock. Nightmares about Phil's death have been plaguing him for months. Now, it turns out that his friend was alive and a terrorist. A terrorist who tried to kill him. More than once.

"Don't look so surprised there, Lenny," the other man said with that lopsided smile from Leonard's memories.

"You died, I was there," Leonard managed.

"Oh, come on. You only saw what I wanted you to see. Same as Pamela… Jocelyn, sorry, she changes her name a lot. I forgot about that whole thing," Phil chuckled. "Go ahead, say it."

"You killed our team. Faked your death… Why?" he asked the man he used to consider his brother.

"Now, now, Len, you're asking the wrong question," Phil smiled. "That's the problem when you think you know someone, you try to appeal to their humanity. Of course, I'm not the person you thought you knew."

"Obviously. The man I knew would never put me or his family though all this shit," Leonard growled, thinking about Phil's little girl. "You broke their hearts. You tried to kill me."

"If it makes you feel better, the whole team was supposed to die, don't take it so personally."

"I was in a coma. My leg was amputated. I thought you died. Don't tell me not to take it personally."

"Sacrifices had to be made for the greater good," Phil shrugged.

"Greater good, my ass," Leonard said. "This is about money."

"Well, I'm glad to see that coma didn't render you stupid. This wouldn't be nearly as much fun if it did," the other man said.

Leonard wasn't even surprised when Phil pulled a combat knife and attacked him. At this rate, there wasn't a damn thing in the universe that could surprise him more than learning that his –former- best friend was a traitor and tried to murder him. Remembering how Phil fought, Leonard tried to block most of the attacks. Unfortunately, Phil was right, Leonard never really knew him. This Phil fought dirty and Leonard's injuries from the last few hours were fair game.

"Leonard, Leonard, Leonard. Don't make it that easy for me," Phil chuckled, the knife pointed at Leonard's neck. The detective did the only thing he could think of, he kneed Phil in the back with his prosthetic leg, flipping the slightly smaller man over his head. "Ahh… there you are."

"I just wanna know why," Leonard said. He didn't have to be specific.

"You were in the way," Phil told him like it was nothing.

What happened next was a blur of movements. The pair went at it again. Leonard managing to avoid the blade. He heard a noise behind him and, in a total rookie move, glanced. Phil took the opening, hitting Leonard in his –already sore- ribs and pinning him to ground with the knife at his throat.

"The sad part is that I really did like you. Your problem was that you were one of the good guys through and through. I knew you weren't gonna play ball if I offered you a place with me, so I had to kill you," Phil said. "Is there anything you'd like to say before I finish what I started?"

"Go fuck yourself," Jemma said right before there was a gunshot. Blood splattered in Leonard's face and Phil's body slumped forward. Leonard pushed the former cop off of him and looked over at Jemma. She was still on the ground where she fell, except she was looking at him and her arm, which was raised with Stiles' gun in her hand, dropped heavily to the ground. "You okay?"

"I'll get better. Are you okay?" he asked as he practically crawled –because that's all he had left in him- over to his partner.

"I've had worse," she smiled before she pulled them against a wall and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"How do you still have power?" Not that he wasn't grateful, just curious.

"Between the VX's being disabled on my first case and running out of power when there was a bomb strapped to your neck, Scotty decided that I needed to have some kind of redundant power source that activates if I'm involuntarily shut down. It's not a lot of juice but it's just enough to start a system reboot. If I have power, I wake up with limited functionality."

"'Limited functionality'?"

"I'm awake and I can move, that's about it until everything comes back on. No scanners, no thermal, no targeting."

"You nailed a perfect head shot without targeting?" he asked.

"Don't you?" Jemma countered. That was a fair point. "I believe the words you're looking for are 'thank you, Jemma, for saving my life from my crazy undead former partner before he killed me. You're the most wonderful and beautiful partner ever'."

"Thank you, smartass, for getting blood all over me."

"Close enough."

He looked at the bodies and at his injuries before he sighed, "We need a vacation."

"Somewhere warm and sunny."

"You in a bikini," Leonard smirked, playfully and painfully.

"We'll see."

"McCoy! Jemma!" Pike called as he and a team entered the corridor to the vault.

"Over here. It's clear," Leonard called.

"You two look like hell," their captain chuckled as he stood over them. "You okay?"

"We'll live," Jemma smiled. "Stiles?"

"At the hospital," Chris told them. "We got Sisko in custody. Who was the ringleader?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure it was Phil," Leonard pointed at his former partner. Chris eyes widened and the man pointed at the body. Leonard nodded.

"I'll uh… I'll handle all of this, you both need to get checked out," Pike said.

Jemma smiled, "Give us a minute. It's been one hell of a day."

"Really, Larry, it's not that bad," Jemma told her 'dad' as the man examined the shoulder wound she got during her fight with Miranda. Leonard couldn't help but smile as Marvick –and Scotty- fussed all over her. Both men rattled off a list of things that she needed to have repaired or replaced and Jemma just smiled and let them work. Leonard was pulled into an ambulance within earshot of his partner.

"This is gonna sting," the EMT said as he cleaned a wound on Leonard's face.

"That's okay," the detective sighed as his phone rang. He didn't even look at the caller ID before answering it. "You have reached Leonard McCoy, whatever you want, I don't care."

"That is not your voicemail message," Jemma said. He looked over at her and he could see the side of her face lit up.

"You're sneaky," he chuckled.

"How do you think I talked to you on the phone when I lived at the precinct? I only talk out loud when you're around," she told him. "I wish they'd let me ride with you."

"You gotta get patched up. I'll be fine. Uhura's coming with me," Leonard said just as the beautiful detective hopped into the back of the ambulance.

"That Jemma?" Uhura asked. He gave her a nod and she reached for his phone. Leonard handed it over. "I'll take good care of him, Jems. I promise." There was a pause. "Okay. Love you too."

"Wait… what?" Leonard asked.

"I love all my friends," Uhura said as she handed him his phone and kissed the top of his head. "Even you."

"You hear this, Jem? I'm telling Scotty that she's flirting with me," he chuckled, then groaned as the ambulance pulled away from the building and jostled his ribs.

"Why would you do that? Flirting with Uhura makes the world go round," Jemma chuckled.

"I swear, you two are gonna give me gray hair," Leonard smiled.

"Probably," both women said at the same time.

"I hate this," Leonard groaned. Doctor put him on light duty because three of his ribs were actually broken, which means he has to take it easy for the next few weeks.

"You just don't want to miss the action," Uhura chuckled. He gave her a look. "That's not what's bothering you."

"Of course it's not. The XTK made the news."

"You think Jemma will be decommissioned again because of Miranda's rampage?" she asked.

"Stranger things have happened. She's supposed to see a judge in four hours but now with all the bombings… who knows when she'll… when her lawyer will get to fight for her independence." As Jemma is not legally considered a person, she can't actually argue her own case. It's a good thing his mother hired one of the best lawyers in the country.

"Leonard, nothing is gonna happen to Jemma. There's a whole precinct of cops ready to back her up if the brass even thinks about it. Besides, she saved Councilman Forrest's life, he owes her one."

"I wish it was that easy."

Uhura smiled, "It is. You let me and your mom and everybody else handle it and you go home and get some rest."

"That's easier said than done. Jemma's at Scotty's," he sighed. Leonard wasn't gonna say that it was hard for him to sleep without his girl, Uhura could probably see it written all over his face.

"You two are so cute," she chuckled. "She'll be home as soon as they let her leave and you know it." His friend had a point. "Come on. I'm gonna go sit with Stiles for a little while. I'm sure he won't mind the company if you wanna join me."

"Hey," Leonard mumbled. He didn't even open his eyes but he knew the hand he felt in his hair belonged to Jemma.

"You're a mess," she chuckled. When he came home, Leonard dropped into bed without removing anything except his gun.

"Probably. Don't care," he sighed and opened his eyes as he pulled her onto the bed. "That my jacket?"

"It was in your locker at the precinct. I hope you don't mind, my clothes were casualties of the last twenty-four hours."

"Why would I mind? Looks better on you," Leonard mumbled against her shoulder.

"We really should get up. Take showers, put on clean clothes, change the bedding since it's now covered in dust and blood and whatever else."

"You a germophobe and I didn't know it?"

"No. I just know what's all over you and I don't want you breathing it in, it's bad for your lungs."

"Darlin'…"

"Indulge me," she smiled.

"You're lucky I find this whole protective caretaker thing to be sexy," he chuckled.

"Go take a shower, Bones," Jemma rolled her eyes.

"Wanna join me?" he wiggled his eyebrows as he walked backwards towards the bathroom.

"Okay."

"Your los… wait. What?"

"You offered," she said quietly.

"I… I guess I did."

"You were just kidding, I won't hold you to it. It's been a really long day and I don't actually know what I'm… You know what, I'm just gonna change the bed. Go."

"Jemma, look at me," Leonard said as he knelt in front of where she was sitting on the bed. Her blue eyes flickered to his hazel and he could swear he saw fear. That's when he reminded himself of a very important fact. "You're a virgin."

"I guess. Is that even a term used for an android? I don't know how that is actually determined because, you know, robot. Not that it's not possible, bang bots and all but I'm not like them… I never... I've thought about it. More and more recently but… And it's not like I don't have access to tons of information and… I asked Chris if… to make sure it wasn't wiped from my memory or something but as far as he knows I've never…" Jemma rambled before she sighed and fell back on the bed. "Is it normal to be terrified?"

"Very. You wanna hear about my first time?"

"I don't know, do I?"

Leonard laughed, "It was funny."

"Funny?" she asked as she sat up.

"Girl I grew up with, Lily. We were at her house and though it took us a while, we managed to get going. So, here I'm thinking 'this is great' and everything, then her nine year old brother walked into the room. He screams 'stop hurting my sister.' Kid even punched me a few times before going to tell his mother that Lily was moaning in pain and I wouldn't stop hurting her."

"No way."

"Yes. Needless to say, I wasn't allowed to go over to her house again," he chuckled. It didn't stop them from getting together a few times after that but nobody needed to know that.

"You would get cockblocked by a nine year old," Jemma laughed.

"It sucked at the time but now I can smile about it, so laugh it up all you want," Leonard smiled.

"I will."

"Smartass. I'm gonna go take a shower because I am gross. If you wanna join me you can but you don't have to."

"Okay," she said with a smile.

Leonard gave her a quick kiss and headed to the bathroom. He peeled his clothes off and considered burning the damn things before he stepped into the shower and turned the water on, grateful that it was already warm. Leonard stood directly under the spray and let the water rinse away most of the crap in his hair and on his face. He doesn't know how long he was standing there when he felt Jemma's hands on his back. Then her lips against his shoulder.

"Hi," she whispered against his skin.

"Hey, darlin'."

"Oh, my God. Both of you need to get dressed," Uhura said with a hand over her eyes.

"Hey, you're in my apartment, you can't comment on our lack of clothes. What do you want?" Leonard asked. Pike gave them the next few days off.

"I've been calling you for an hour, you need to get to the precinct. Your ex will only talk if it's to you. That's the one and only thing she said to the federal agents that tried to question her. And Jemma, I'm pissed at you," Uhura sighed.

"What did she do?" he asked when he noticed the smirk on Jemma's face.

"I blocked your incoming calls for a little while. I didn't want to be disturbed, sue me," Jemma chuckled. That explains why his phone never rang.

"You can tell me about the amazing sex after we deal with the crazy terrorist," Uhura smiled.

"Alright, alright. We'll meet you outside," Leonard told the other detective. "Nothing like dealing with a psycho ex to ruin a good mood."