Author's Note: Thank you again for the support! :) This one's a bit shorter than the rest, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

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Ten minutes. He'd been listening to Benji giving and correcting directions for ten minutes now and Ethan and Jane were still on their way to the building where the IMF agent was held hostage. This is taking far too long. He'd been able to control the feeling of anxiousness at first, but the longer he stood there, watching the blazing sky and the black and orange shades moving back and forth in the dark of the night, the more restless he grew.

"Second building on fire. That should provide us with a few more minutes."

Will couldn't hold back any more. "A few more minutes? If they don't hurry up, that won't be enough, either!"

"I know!" The technician's voice held pure fury and Will felt himself frown.

"There's no need to get angry." What the hell is wrong with him?

Benji laughed a humourless laugh. "You think so? Well, I'm trying to work here and your constant whinging doesn't help one bit!"

Will opened his mouth to voice his irritation, but Ethan beat him to it. "Guys, focus. You can argue later. We're at the destination. Mr. White, open the door, if you'd be so kind."

"Done." Benji's voice was barely audible. "I'm sorry."

"Good." Ethan sighed. "Watch out for guards, we're going in."

And Will was bound to listening once more – to Benji pointing out positions of guards and guiding his team mates, to the sounds of struggling as Ethan and Jane took over the building hall by hall and to the sound of his heart beating in his ears as he stood without being able to intervene.

"Stop." Will put his hand to his ear in order to hear better, for Benji's voice sounded breathless and unsteady, as if he had done the fighting himself. "The hostage is held behind that door. Three more guards. Two at the far end, one behind the door."

"Got it. Be ready for a quick retreat."

Will nodded, although he knew that his team leader couldn't see it. "Affirmative."

The bang of a door hitting the wall sounded through the comm, then gunshots. A few long seconds of silence ticked by. "We got him. He's unconscious."

Will allowed himself a sigh of relief, but he wasn't even able to open his mouth to reply before a chaos of sounds erupted on the other end of the line. Gunshots and curses melted into a heap of noise while the analyst just stood there, holding his breath and waiting for a sign that his team mates were still alive. His prayers seemed to reach whatever deity he had in mind, for as suddenly as the mayhem had started, it ceased again to silence.

"Mr. Orange? What happened?" Will was nearly too afraid to ask.

"More guards we weren't informed of." Ethan's voice held an edge that spoke of trouble for a certain technician that obviously hadn't been paying attention. "Don't worry, no injuries. But what the hell were you doing, Mr. White?" His anger was met with only the quiet humming of the comm. "Mr. White? Do you copy?"

Will felt his blood run cold. He was already through the door and half way down the corridor when Ethan's voice sounded over the comm once more. "Mr. Blue, go get him. Use escape route C. We're going to meet you there."

"Understood."

Will burst through the door, feeling the terrifying feeling of panic take over his senses when he couldn't spot the technician in the server room. What the hell happened here? He was about to turn around in order to search for Benji in the adjoining rooms when something that was reflected in one of the monitors caught his eye. Something yellow. Will felt a surge of confusion overrun his worry, but then it hit him. The uniform!

The sudden realization propelled him forward and he rounded the computer desk in a tearing hurry. The sight that met him on the other side made him stop dead in his tracks while his brain tried to take in what his eyes were seeing. Benji lay curled up on the floor, the jacket of the fire fighter uniform right next to him, ripped apart. The technician must have tried to get it off as fast as possible. His shirt was dark with sweat and he was trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, Will woke from the shock he'd fallen into. "Benji!" Ignoring the frantic voices of Jane and Ethan in his ear, he jumped forward and checked the technician for any signs of injury, but couldn't find any. However, when he reached for his wrist to feel the pulse, he paused. What the hell? Benji had a tight grip on something that looked like a pen, but with a needle at the bottom instead of an ink tip.

Will felt his breath catch in his throat. What on Earth is that? "Mrs. Pink? Mr. Orange? Mr. White is unconscious, and I don't know why. He's holding onto something that looks like an injecting pen. Have either of you ever heard of..." He took the pen from Benji's hand. "Glucagon?"

Jane's voice answered him, breathless and desperate like his own. "Yes! Oh my God... That can't be!"

"Jane, what?" Will didn't care that he had used her real name. The longer it took her to recover from the shock that one word had obviously sent through her, the more anxious he grew. "What is it used for?"

"It's a hormone that is used to raise blood glucose levels." Her voice was thick with worry. "But that means..." She interrupted herself when the realization hit her. "You have to inject the pen, right now!"

His fingers shook as he lifted Benji's shirt with one hand and flipped off the cap of the pen with the other. He had never been more grateful for his trained ability to function even when his brain seemed to have shut down minutes ago. It allowed him to watch the needle tear into his lover's skin and simultaneously push the release button, although he felt sick to the bones. He could hear his blood sing in his ears and he nearly missed what Jane said next over the comm.

"Mr. Blue?" Her voice was soft and controlled once more.

Will shook his head to clear his vision from any tears that threatened to fall. "Yes?" He gently picked Benji up from the floor and cradled him against his chest.

"Take him and try to keep him steady on your way out. I'll explain in the car, okay? We're going to a hospital as soon as you're out of there."

Her words sparked a sudden wave of anger. "No, do it now! This charade has been going on for far too long!"

"All right." She hesitated for a few seconds. "It means he suffers from diabetes, Will."

For a moment, he felt unable to react in any way, caught in the hope that it was a joke, meant to make a fool of him. But then the whole reality of that dreaded disease came crashing down on him in the form of things he had read and heard and he forgot how to breathe.

Then came Ethan's voice, an island in the sea of despair. "Focus. He needs to get to a hospital."

Will closed his eyes for a moment, trying to ground himself in the feeling of Benji against his chest, still trembling and still unconscious. Yes. Focus. "All right. Give me five minutes."

And then the battle against time truly began.

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