The music and heat of the club were closing in on Jaz, and she fumbled an excuse to Noah to dart outside and get some air. McG was dancing with several different girls, seeming to be having the time of his life. Amir and Hannah had left the club a while ago to walk the streets in peace. Patricia had disappeared hours ago, right after dinner was done. And Adam...Jaz had seen him leave half an hour ago, an obviously drunk brunette giggling under his arm.

Jaz breathes in the cool night air, thankful for the calm reprieve. This night had not gone how she had thought it might, especially after Hannah, Patricia, and Amir all intimating that Adam might make a move.

Secretly she had hoped he would - she was tired of the awkward tension between them. Their late night fireside conversations following recent missions had drawn them even closer together. He had really opened up about his past and struggles he currently faced. But then on mission, he had been short and matter of fact; he'd even taken her shot at the compound where Verina was being held. He had never done that before.

Jaz was confused. On one hand, it seemed like Adam wanted to open his heart to her in ways he certainly didn't to anyone else. But then on the other hand, it was almost like he didn't trust her anymore, like he had to cover for her inadequacies. That was what hurt the most. He was her best friend, and even if they were never more than that, she wouldn't be able to bear the loss of that aspect of their relationship. And if he didn't trust her to do her job and keep him safe while he was in the field...Jaz wondered if he even still wanted her on the team.

Noah strolled up next to Jaz, taking in her emotionless face. He knew she wasn't into him, had noticed the obvious chemistry between her and Adam during the debrief. But Adam's bizarre behavior tonight had thrown him for a loop. Maybe he had read them wrong. Adam had barely said two words to Jaz, and she seemed content to ignore him too. But here in the darkness, she seemed sad, disappointed.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jaz whispered, licking her lips. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I think I'm going to grab a cab and head back to Hannah's. I've got an early flight in the morning."

"Sure. Did you enjoy the night at all? I know you weren't really into dancing with me..." his voice trailed off. "I just wanted you to know you're not alone."

"Noah," Jaz scrubbed a hand over her face and sighed. "Thank you. It wasn't exactly what I expected, and it felt weird not having Preach with us, but it was fine. Looks like it ended up being a good night for McG and Amir and Hannah, at least."

"Yeah, I've got to tell you, I did not see the two of them happening!" Noah was a tiny bit jealous of the shorter man; had worked with the eye catching former spy for months, trying to get close and befriend her, and she'd briefly met Amir on one measly mission and now they were inseparable.

Jaz grinned, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I guess when it's the right person, you just fit, no matter your differences or circumstances... wow... I just sounded like Preach!"

Jaz stifled a yawn and Noah stepped down towards the curb. "Let me get that cab for you."

Noah tapped the cab door after closing it then raised a hand in salutation to its occupant. Jaz returned the gesture and watched as he hailed a cab for himself.

Jaz's thoughts turned to her upcoming flight and the leave that it signified. She was heading to her apartment out west. She was the only team member who lived west of the Mississippi, and she loved her little space in the corner of the country. It was about as far away from New Your City as she could get.

She couldn't wait to get out on the hiking trails and breathe in the fresh, clean air of the Pacific Northwest forest. There was nothing like it. No, it wasn't as popular or well known as the Appalachian trail or the Grand Canyon, but it was gorgeous. It was freeing. It was home.