She and Jones made their way from the hospital to find Major Gold. Gold was known to be one of the best in the force and anything they needed, he would sort it. Jones explained the situation and recalled what Sahau had said to the Major whilst she simply stood there, trying to hold back the tears. They were dismissed whilst the Major and others made a game plan of how to get Kazim before he hurt anyone else. Jones passed her a note as they made their way out of the tent.

My tent. 10 mins.

K.

It was blunt but she got the message. She slowly made her way back to the Section's tent and over to her bed. She slumped down and took a breath as the others pounded her with questions on Sahau's condition.

"How is he?" "Was it bad?" "Did Kazim have something to do with it?"

She took a deep breath as Neal came to kneel in front of her. He gave her a small smile and wiped a tear from her cheek. She thought he would be pissed at her after their blowout but it seemed like no matter what, he would be there for her. She wiped her nose and then spoke.

"Sahau's dead. He was tortured for information on Leila and because he wouldn't…" She trailed off as they stared at her. "He wouldn't kill me." They all froze and it seemed like some of them weren't even breathing.

"Emma…" Neal began but he was interrupted by the flap moving aside and Humbert walking in.

"Section, we have some delivery that needs unloading. Get to it lads!" He shouted, nodding to Emma. "Swan, the Captain wants to see you." He said. Shit! She thought as she realised it had been a good half an hour since they left the tent and he passed her the note. She jogged to his tent and pushed the flap aside. He had his back to her, removing his shirt. She couldn't help but gasp at the scars covering his back. He spun on his heel and gave a small smile of relief when he saw it was her.

"Sorry Sir." She said, quietly, still not looking away.

"It's alright Emma." He said, grabbing a new shirt and pulling it over his head. She couldn't help but stare at how his biceps and chest flexed as he moved. His abs were solid and she longed to touch him but she knew she couldn't. Not yet at least.

"Sometimes I don't know how I keep my hands off you." She froze when she realised that she had said it out loud. He laughed and moved towards her, taking her hands in his.

"Ditto."

"Ditto? I was expecting something a bit more romantic than ditto!" She said jokingly.

"How are you doing?" He asked. The only response she gave was a small smile. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're all I've thought about." He admitted. She laughed and removed her hands from his, putting them in her pockets. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Just in case." She said, gesturing to the entrance to the tent.

"Very wise, Swan." He said, becoming more casual again.

"Thank-you, by the way. For worrying about me I mean. It's good to know I'm not on my own out here."

"You're never alone Emma." He said sincerely. She looked him in the eye and he returned it. They just stood there, staring at eachother, pouring all of their feelings into that one look. A noise outside broke the moment and he cleared his throat. "You better get to the warehouse before they get worried." He spoke in his Captain voice again.

"Yes boss." She winked at him as she left.

"You alright there Swanny?" Neal asked, climbing the movable staircase opposite her. She jolted her head and smiled.

"Yeah, just day dreaming I guess."

"You know everything's gonna be fine don't you? With Kazim I mean." A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

"Yeah. Thanks Neal." She said, turning to face him.

"I thought you lot were supposed to be working!" The familiar Irish accent came from behind her as the rest of their section jumped to their feet with a chorus of "Sorry Sir!" They turned to look and he was watching them closely.

"Swan, ops tent, 5 minutes!" He shouted, turning on his heel and walking out again. It was unbelievable how he could flip a switch and go back to being the ridiculously intimidating Captain she first met. She gave Neal the inventory list she held in her hand and descended down the steps, heading out of the warehouse towards the ops tent. She entered cautiously and saw Killian, Graham and Gold talking quietly. Graham raised his body as she entered and acknowledged her, alerting the other two who turned to face her.

"Ah, Private Swan, please come in." Gold said, gesturing for her to approach the large table in the centre of the room. "Well Swan, we've received some intel as to Kazim's location." She froze. "He is believed to be on the move. Heading towards Kabul." He said the last word slowly, knowing Emma would freak.

"What? That's not possible. Does he know Leila's there?" She asked.

"We don't believe so. He is believed to be meeting an arms dealer and we intend to intercept the meet and take down Kazim."

She simply nodded along as they explained how the op would work, she looked up every once in a while to see Killian watching her. She felt safe around him but she would never feel totally safe until Kazim had been taken down.

"Swan?" Gold said, suddenly pulling her from her thoughts.

"Yes, Sir?" She replied.

"Are you on board?" He asked.

"Course, Sir. I'll do whatever I can to bring this bastard down." She said honestly.

"Captain Jones, you'll take Swan with the ASF today to where Kazim is believed to be hiding out for tonight."

"Yes, Sir." Killian replied.

"Good. Dismissed." Gold said with a reassuring smile as they made their way outside.

As the truck pulled up outside the compound, Emma could feel her heart racing. This was it. Her one chance to take Kazim down.

"Captain Aziz, take the lead." Killian said as he and Emma climbed down the steps. They leaned against the side of the truck with their guns in their hands as the ASF ran to the side of the building and broke down the door. They heard screaming and shooting, then silence. She held her breath, waiting for Aziz to call them in. Suddenly, he appeared.

"Clear!" He shouted, Killian turned to look at her and they moved towards the building. They walked into the house, following Aziz. The building was dusty, old and smelled musty. They moved through the living room and into the kitchen where three men were blindfolded and kneeling in front of the ASF. She looked at Aziz and nodded. He did the same to one of the men who then tapped one of the three detainees on the shoulders and removed the blindfolds.

"No." She said simply, looking at the man who was much younger than Kazim. The soldier replaced the blindfold and moved to the next man, repeating the action. She shook her head again. The soldier finally moved to the last man. He was far younger than the others, maybe only 15 or 16 years old. "No, it's not him." She sighed exasperatedly. Before she knew what was happening, the room filled with shouting and she was knocked to the ground, her lip bleeding. Killian was by her side in seconds, turning her face to look at him and examining her lip. "I'm fine." She spluttered, spitting the blood from her mouth. He held his hand out and pulled her up.

"Well, that went well." She said simply, as they climbed back into the truck.

They landed back at the camp and ran inside, headed straight for the storage container where the man who punched Emma awaited them. Aziz waited with Gold. He didn't look happy.

"Swan? You okay?" Gold asked, clearly noticing her bruised and cut lip.

"Yes, Sir. Thank-you Sir." She said.

"Good. We need you to talk to him." Gold said. "If you go in there he'll be surprised. He might disclose something he wouldn't to any of us."

"Sir…" Killian began but she interrupted.

"I'll do it." She said. Gold smiled at her.

"Fantastic, count to ten then follow us in." Gold said, making his way into the container with Aziz.

She stood frozen, the numbers going through her head. She could see Killian looking at her out of the corner of her eye but she refused to turn to him.

Eight… Nine… Ten.

She moved towards the container, Killian taking the door off of her as she stepped into the dark room. A simple metal table stood in the centre with a camera behind him and Gold in the corner with Aziz. Gold gave her a reassuring nod as she moved closer to the boy. He looked shocked at first but when she sat down opposite him, he looked down at the table as if he was ashamed. She didn't say anything, waiting to find out if he would say anything. He said something in Pashto and Aziz translated.

"He says it is your fault."

"What is?" She asked, as Aziz continued translating her words. The boy started to speak, in English now.

"Everything. You're the reason that my sister is gone. You're the reason my father is hunted like an animal!" He shouted.

"Leila's your sister?" She asked.

"She was until you corrupted her with your sweets and games." He said very bluntly.

"I was helping her. She was terrified to go home because of your father." She kept her voice calm and steady even though that was the opposite of how she was really feeling.

"You destroyed her relationship with us. You destroyed my family!" He stood and moved his body as far as he could until their faces were mere inches apart. She felt Killian move behind her and the ASF soldiers moved to put him back in his chair. They shoved his shoulders back and sat him in the chair. She looked him dead in the eye when she spoke next.

"I am not afraid of you." She said, emphasising every word, attempting to get the message through to him but he lowered his head until she could only see the top of his head. "And neither is Leila, she knows that she's safe." There was a long pause and she tensed slightly at the silence. He began to raise his head and when he looked at her again, there was a slight smirk on his face that made the hairs at the back of her neck stand on end. His next words shook her to the very core.

"Not anymore."