Part 1
Plot: "Watch over her," General Kenobi had said to Cody, speaking of General Skywalker, "I won't always be there for her." Cody had promised to do his best, because he cares for her, maybe more than is proper. She's a good leader, a good person. And then, General Kenobi dies, and everything crumbles. Or at least they'd thought him dead.
Author's Note: I started this forever ago, and I've finally finished it! This is for the Anakin Rarepair Week, and it's a gift for Emi27 on ao3. :)
~ Amina Gila
It had been an entirely normal day, the usual cleanup and paperwork after a mission gone well, when General Kenobi approached him, expression strangely pensive. He hadn't said anything at first and Cody had tried to brush off his strange behavior and get on with his work. But then, the General had shifted closer, almost in Cody's personal space, drawing his attention again. "The mission went well."
He frowns but still nods. "Yes, sir, it did."
The General nods. "It almost didn't," he admits, a rarity for him, and Cody remembers the moment when the explosion had hit, remembers General Skywalker's cry of alarm, the way she'd thrown herself forward, shielding the two of them with the Force. It had been close, one of many, but he can't deny the way his heart had leapt into his throat at the chance of her being grievously injured, at the chance of either of them being injured.
The comment, though, is almost idle, and Cody waits, silently, for the rest of it. General Kenobi would not make idle chatter in this manner. He's a busy man, commanding and overseeing so many operations in so many places, and he just doesn't have the same time that General Skywalker does. She often spends time with her troops, talking to them, checking on them, and Cody knows of their fierce devotion to her. Rex considers her a sister, loves her as fiercely as he does any of his brothers. But where General Skywalker is a sister, or a close friend, General Kenobi is something of a distant parental figure, perhaps.
It doesn't really matter anyway. They're Jedi, natborns, and they'll always be better than the clones; they are the ones who truly matter in this war. They are some of the ones the clones were created to protect and die for.
"Watch over her," General Kenobi tells him, and it's obvious who he's speaking of. "I won't always be there for her." He means in a worst-case scenario, and Cody feels his blood run cold. He can't imagine his General dying, but more than that, he can't imagine bearing witness to General Skywalker's grief at seeing her once master fall.
But there's only one answer Cody can give. "I will, sir, I promise." Because he cares for her, maybe more than is proper, given that he's a clone and she is a natborn. Even if she wasn't a Jedi, she would still be… above him. She's a good leader, a good person, though, and Cody will always do what he can to protect her.
He remembers when she was younger, at the beginning of the war, so uncertain of herself and her abilities. He remembers helping her sometimes, working over strategies with her and Rex late into the night, so she would be more certain, so she would know how to lead them. He remembers fighting next to her in some battles, the unwavering determination in her eyes as she protected them and all the clones around them as long as she had strength in her body. He remembers the way she treats Commander Tano, her cadet, padawan, whatever the right term is, the way she protects and guides her when she falters.
General Skywalker is the kind of Jedi all of them dreamed about serving when they were still on Kamino, when the Jedi were still mythical, legendary heroes to them.
Reality has been harsh – the Jedi are not nearly as godly and infallible as they had once believed, but that's okay, too; seeing the Jedi, natborns, as fallible only made it easier for the clones to care for them, trust them, respect them. And Cody cares, maybe too much.
**w**
Anika lies on the bunk in her quarters on her Star Destroyer, staring blankly up at the ceiling. She ran out of tears hours ago, and now, she just feels numb, dead. The initial shock and denial faded, leaving her with a gaping emptiness, as if her heart was ripped from her and shredded into dust.
She failed. Again. After she promised her mother that she would do whatever she had to so no one under her protection would die again. She was right there, and she still failed to protect Obi-Wan from the bounty hunters that came after them. She should have known. She should have been stronger. She's the most powerful Force user ever, and what good is her power if she couldn't save her mother, if she couldn't save Obi-Wan now?
She could have – should have – known. She ought to have done something, anything, differently.
But regrets don't change the bitter truth that she failed and Obi-Wan is –
Anika feels the approaching Force signature before she hears the knock on the door. Sighing, she sits up. "Come in."
The door opens, and Rex is there, expression solemn. "I heard," he tells her. "I'm sorry."
"We were right there," Anika whispers, looking away from him. She held Ahsoka as she cried when they got the news. She didn't cry then. She was too numb. It wasn't until later, until she was in her quarters, that she broke down.
"I know," Rex answers, and there's a weighted grief in his voice, the pain of seeing hundreds of brothers die at his side while he can do nothing but keep fighting for who's left.
She remembers Echo, for a moment, the sheer horror and disbelief she'd felt when she saw the shuttle blow up. There was so much blood.
A brief silence falls over them, and Anika lets it linger. She and Rex are used to each other now, and they don't have an issue with sitting in silence. They understand one another far more than they did at the beginning of the war.
It's Rex who breaks it. "I was talking to Cody," he tells her, leaning one shoulder against the doorway. "He thinks something isn't right about what happened to General Kenobi." They both pretend that she doesn't flinch a bit at the name.
She rests an elbow on her knee, looking at him. "What does he think?"
"Maybe you should talk to him yourself," Rex replies. "He's in the briefing room. He wanted to talk to me in person."
It sends a low jolt of anxiety through her because if Cody found something serious enough to warrant coming here personally, it… must be bad. "I'll come." She brushes back her hair and follows Rex from her quarters.
Cody looks relieved to see her there when she enters the room. He's the only one there, which also strikes her as a little odd. "What did you find, Cody?" she asks, crossing her arms as she takes up a position on the other side of the holotable.
"Someone hired those bounty hunters," Cody informs her. "Or mercenaries. I'm unclear as to what exactly they were, but rogue Mandalorians don't work for just anyone, and Hardeen has not been forthcoming with information. Fox already tried to question him."
"Okay," she says slowly, "it was probably a Separatist. Maybe even Dooku. Everyone knows how vital Obi-Wan is to the war effort." Belatedly, she realizes that the is isn't accurate, but she doesn't correct herself. She can't bear to.
"I thought so, too," Cody admits, "but I started digging, and… something doesn't seem quite right." He taps on the holotable, pulling up a display. "Remember the last campaign we were on together when we were ambushed by surprise?" He continues when she nods. "We thought the tactical droid there might have pulled intel on us to counter our strategies, but we'd never used that particular tactic before."
Anika glances at Rex. His expression is worried, and she can feel his concern in the Force. "What are you saying?"
"I think there might be a traitor in the Republic."
For a moment, she doesn't move. The words hardly even seem to register to her. Cody thinks – what? Why? How? Shouldn't they have realized it sooner if there was?
"This has happened numerous times, and I never thought much about it until this. Someone told those bounty hunters where they could find the General." He gestures to the holodisplay. "I complied a list of all the times when the Separatists attacked us in a way that… they shouldn't have been able to. We've had traitors before."
"This one must be of a higher rank," Rex adds.
Anika bites her lower lip. "Like a Senator?" she asks skeptically. Why would a Senator betray the Republic? She knows many of them are extremely greedy and self-serving, but if the Republic loses the war, they'll lose, too. How could a Senator be a traitor? It can't be any of them. It can only be someone who has the right security clearances, and that… narrows the list down drastically. Those who are actively part of the committees overseeing the war would have no reason to betray the Republic, right?
It doesn't really surprise her that Obi-Wan could have gotten on one of their bad sides. He has a tendency to make enemies everywhere he goes. For all that people respect him, many of them don't like him. For his sake, she has to uncover the truth. He deserves justice.
"Possibly," Rex agrees. "Someone important, at any rate."
"You don't think the Sith could be influencing someone, do you?" she queries. They still don't know anything about the identity of the Sith Master. They just know that he must exist because it can't be Dooku. Right? They know nothing about the Sith at all, except that they're on the Separatist's side.
"I wouldn't know, ma'am," Cody answers. "It's possible."
"The Chancellor requested that I be in charge of his security to protect him from this latest threat," Anika says, thinking of the upcoming Festival of Light on Naboo in a week. There are rumors that a bounty hunter was hired to assassinate him. She can't let that happen. She already failed Obi-Wan. "Maybe Rex and I can see if we can uncover something there. If nothing else, we can get a list of all the Senators who could have done such a thing. Senator Amidala may be able to shed some light on it."
"I'm not sure we should involve her," Cody warns. "It could be risky. If the traitor realizes we're onto him…" He doesn't need to finish the sentence for her to know what he means.
"Yeah."
They stare at each other for a moment. "We'll find out who did this to the General," Cody vows.
"Do you know of anyone he might have… offended?" she asks. It's unlikely he would know, but it's not impossible. He rarely goes to the Senate with Obi-Wan. Rarely went. Her mood plummets further. Obi-Wan is – and there's a possible traitor in the heart of the Republic itself. Wonderful.
Cody's lips twitch, but he doesn't actually smile. "Other than everyone?" he deadpans.
It startles a broken laugh from her. "Point made." The levity falls away quickly, replaced by the same aching grief. "He was not an easy person to get along with."
Something wistful flashes across Cody's face. "No, he wasn't, but he was a good General, and he deserves justice."
Yes, he does, and they will see it through.
**w**
Cody had hoped that they'd be able to find something, but General Skywalker and Rex tell him later that they'd found nothing. "Maybe it's not a Senator," she says, but her tone is doubtful, and Cody knows that she doesn't believe that. She trusts him. She trusts his instincts, and he cannot say how relieved it makes him feel. General Kenobi respected him, but he didn't care for him with the same passionate intensity that Anika does. No Jedi is like Anika.
"Well, it's obviously not the Chancellor," Rex says dryly, "or the war would have been over before it started."
"Funny," she deadpans. "I don't understand. Why him? Why not… Master Yoda? Or Master Windu?"
"They don't go to the fronts as often," Cody points out.
"They're at the Senate more often though," Rex counters, his brow furrowed with concern.
"The Sith are behind it," General Skywalker states. "They have to be. This works in their favor. Has this happened to other battalions? Other Jedi?"
"I've asked around, but nothing." Cody shakes his head. "Doesn't mean anything." He sighs, rubbing his face. "Maybe this is all a waste of time. Maybe we're overreacting."
Rex elbows him. Hard. Cody glares at him. Sometimes, Rex manages to be so infuriating, and he only looks smug at the reaction. "You mean to give up, Cody?"
Cody scowls. "I'm not giving up," he snaps.
Anika leans forward to touch his shoulder. "You are onto something," she promises. "The Force is saying we need to look deeper."
Yeah, and they will, but it feels so… pointless. It won't bring the General back, and Cody feels the stab of grief, sharp and cutting, burrowing into his chest and twisting. He respected his General. He was a good leader to them. He wasn't dismissive of them the way some of the Jedi are. The way Krell was. Cody might not have met Krell personally, but he heard all about him from Rex and Fives after Umbara.
Umbara damaged something in all of them, and Cody has never looked at the Jedi the same way since. He trusts General Kenobi, trusts that he'll do what needs to be done to achieve victory for the Republic, but he doesn't trust many other Jedi anymore. Except General Skywalker, of course. She was the first natborn he ever trusted, and she has never let him down.
"We'll keep searching," Cody says grudgingly. "I think we're missing something."
"A lot of somethings," Rex agrees, and it sounds mocking. Like he's trying to get a rise out of Cody. Cody carefully ignores him.
"I would say it might be the Sith, but if the Sith Master was in the Senate, the Jedi would know," Anika muses. "I would know. We'd have felt it. This far into the war, we would know."
Cody knows very little about the Sith and the Force, but he is inclined to agree with her. "Alright, well, I think we need to start with something concrete. Let's put aside the Sith for now. What can we figure out?"
Rex pushes a datapad over to Cody. "How about we start with the Senators on this list? I'm sure one of them has something they want to hide."
"And we can ask Fox for input," Cody agrees because he trusts Fox. Fox is one of his brothers, and given his posting, he'll be able to uncover things that they can't without drawing the wrong kind of attention.
**w**
Obi-Wan isn't dead.
Obi-Wan isn't dead, and Anika should be happy about that, but instead, she's simply filled with a quiet, rolling fury. He wasn't dead because he faked his death. He put her through all of this for nothing. He did this to her because he and the Council didn't trust her when it was her mission, too. She doesn't know that she'll ever be able to forgive him for it.
He betrayed her in the worst possible way. It would be one thing if it wasn't something he'd meant to do, if he hadn't realized she would know, but the whole thing was a deliberate set up. She was right there. Ahsoka was right there. Either of them could have been hurt – or worse – but no, of course, that didn't matter to Obi-Wan. He always puts the mission first. He always puts the Jedi first with no regard for who gets hurt.
Maybe she's being a little unfair but after everything that happened, Anika thinks she's more than entitled to be angry. And hurt. He –
Why?
Why didn't he trust her? What did she do wrong? Why did he never tell her?
He's never been shy about lecturing her about perceived wrongdoings. Why was this so different? He could have told her. She might have been angry and resentful that nothing she ever does is good enough for him, but she would have listened. She would have tried harder. She would have done anything to avoid… this.
She'd been working with Rex and Cody to uncover the possible traitor in the Republic. They haven't found much concrete evidence, but they've found enough that she knows it's real, even if the… death wasn't real. So what if she's hiding from Obi-Wan by staying in the clones' barracks on Coruscant? Anything to be away from him. She's not ready to see him yet, and she already talked to the Chancellor about it. He was sympathetic – and upset on her behalf – but it did little to heal the gaping wound in her chest.
And so, she came to the clones, to Rex and Cody. To Cody because he was hurt, too. Obi-Wan is his General, and he lied to Cody as well. Besides, they have a mission of their own choosing and focusing on it will be an ideal distraction from everything… else.
Rex isn't there this time. He's with Ahsoka, helping keep her distracted so she has an excuse to be away from the Temple as well. She hadn't wanted to see Obi-Wan, either. Ahsoka is angry, too, even more angry than Anika herself in some ways. Anika has always known that the Council doesn't trust her. Having it rubbed in so cruelly hurts, but she's used to it. Ahsoka is… livid. Furious. If Anika hadn't pulled her away to do some meditating in the Room of One Thousand Fountains, Ahsoka would have started yelling at Obi-Wan. That was a situation she wanted to avoid at all costs.
Anika can feel Cody's hurt and anger when she enters the clones' barracks, and she lets it guide her to the office he's claimed as his own – at least for now. She thinks Fox loaned it to him. "Hey," she greets quietly.
Cody looks up at her, and then sighs, pushing back one of the datapads scattered in front of him. "Fox has gotten me a bunch of intel, but none of it is helping me put something together. It would be easier if we had help." From the way his expression twists, she knows what he's thinking about. Or rather, who.
"We can't tell him," she says. She's long become used to hiding things from Obi-Wan, partially at the Chancellor's behest, but after this, she is very much not inclined to trust him. And not with this. He'll either brush it off or laugh at her for even thinking the Senate might contain a traitor. She feels awful enough already without enduring that.
"No, I wasn't going to suggest that," Cody answers and the bitterness in his voice is unmistakable.
"Has he talked to you?" she asks, coming closer and leaning on the edge of the desk. It's a habit she's picked up from Fives.
Cody shakes his head. "My feelings are my own. He has nothing to apologize to me for. He was only doing his job."
She stares at him intently, trying to sense what he actually feels about it. It's all a jumble, echoes of her own feelings. "That doesn't make it alright." But she already knows that Obi-Wan won't apologize. Not to her and certainly not to Cody. He knows that he hurt her, but he believes it was the best choice, and he… It would be wrong to say he doesn't care. He just doesn't care enough to want to help.
She's never been a very good Jedi anyway. A good Jedi would have accepted it and let go like they were taught. Anika couldn't let go of Obi-Wan. She's never been able to let go of anyone. Even now, she remembers her mother's calloused hands on her face, and she yearns to feel it again, though she never will. A good Jedi would have let it go.
Cody looks away.
"Obi-Wan is… difficult," she says quietly. "I don't understand him at all. I want him to care more than he does, but I cannot ask that of him. It would not be fair to him."
"Yes." Cody's voice is barely above a whisper. "He is… He always pushes people away."
Anika turns toward him a little more, reaching out to take his hand. "It is how he has always been." She doesn't need to say that it hurts her, just as he doesn't need to say that he, too, wants more than he's being given. The clones never had parents. They never had anyone except each other, and she knows exactly how many of the clones either come to revere their Jedi Generals, seeing them in a sort of parental way or to hate them for being so detached and distant.
Cody squeezes her hand. "We don't need him to do this."
No, they don't.
If Obi-Wan couldn't even trust them, how can they be expected to trust him? They don't need him. They can do this on their own. They only need each other.
**w**
It takes months to start putting a picture together, and the more pieces of it that they find, the more alarmed Cody gets. What he thought might be a personal grudge taken too far is proving to be something else entirely. A carefully calculated plan to bring the Republic to ruin.
And he has no idea what to do with that at all.
He, Rex, and Anika get together to talk about it. That's the only thing they can do. They already agreed to keep this to themselves, not getting anyone else involved until they have concrete evidence. Fox knows they're searching for something, but he doesn't know any details. No one does, and Cody wants to keep it that way.
"This is– this is serious," Cody says quietly, looking between the two. "Someone in the Senate is a traitor. We're being sold out."
"So, either we have a Separatist sympathizer, or… worse," Anika agrees grimly.
Right now, Cody is leaning toward the worse. This is bigger than anything he could have dreamed of. At first, he'd been so certain that it was merely someone with a strong grudge against General Kenobi who wanted to see him dead. It isn't. And that means someone is trying to take the Republic apart.
"Someone is pulling the strings," Rex points out, looking between the datapads laid out in front of them. "It's someone with a great deal of power, someone who isn't afraid to use it."
Anika straightens. "Should we get someone else involved?" she suggests slowly. "The Council? The… Chancellor maybe? We don't have a culprit, but this is…"
Cody exchanges a look with Rex. On one hand, this is so much bigger than them. On the other hand, they don't know who's responsible or who else is involved. "No," he answers. "We still don't know for sure who to trust, or what will happen to us if the wrong person finds out."
Rex tenses, slight but enough that Cody notices. Anika bumps against him lightly. "I won't put any of you at risk," she promises. "We'll keep this quiet."
Silence settles, heavy and suffocating.
"Sometimes," she says softly, "I wonder if this is worth it. The war, the– everything. So many good men have died. If this was all for nothing, if this was because someone wants to destroy the Republic…" She shakes her head. "Sometimes, I wish I could leave." She doesn't look at any of them as she says it.
"I don't have anywhere to go." She curls in on herself a bit. "I know I shouldn't, but I want… more. I want to marry. I want a family. I can't have that if I'm a Jedi, but I… None of this feels worth it anymore."
There's a hesitancy to the way that Anika glances at them, as though afraid they might laugh at her for it. Or worse. As though the clones don't have those same doubts all the time. After Umbara, it was hardest. Rex confessed to Cody that he was uncertain of their involvement in the war and even more afraid of what would happen to them when it ended.
"So many have died." Rex's voice is quiet, but there's an unmistakable bitterness there. "I don't want to accept this was for nothing, but Anika, you're not the only one who feels that way. Many of the boys have doubts, especially those who have been there from the beginning." He touches her arm, and she leans into him, a breath of relief escaping.
"I don't know what we should do now," she confesses, voice hushed.
Cody tries not to stare at her too long. He tries not to yearn too deeply. If there was one person to whom he would pledge his life, it would be to her. It's not that he has an issue with staying at General Kenobi's side. To the contrary, it's comfortable. Familiar. But Cody doesn't want to only be a soldier, and if he stays with his Jedi, it's inevitable. General Kenobi is sworn to the Jedi. He would never leave.
But with Anika, he might… have the chance to be more than just a soldier. A clone.
It's a desire that has only grown through the weeks the three of them have worked together. Learning that the Republic has been infiltrated, discovering that the war itself is no more than an elaborate game for some unknown end, Cody wants to get away from it all.
"Can we know, for sure, that the Jedi aren't infiltrated, too?" Rex asks tiredly when no response is forthcoming. "Maybe…"
Anika's eyes meet Cody's. "Yeah," she whispers, "I know." She sighs, rubbing her temple. "We need suspects. Then we can go to the Council. Get Fox involved if you have to. We need more proof."
It goes without saying that she's afraid they won't trust her otherwise. Ever since General Kenobi faked his death, she's been unable to trust the Jedi the way she once used to. Cody can relate. He doesn't blame his General for what he did, but it still hurts a little. General Kenobi was following orders. Cody understands that, but they grieved for him. That pain won't fade overnight.
Now that they know for sure that someone is working against the Republic's best interests, they just need to narrow down the list of suspects.
There is always a trail.
**w**
In their spare time and when they're on leave, they track down leads personally. Often, that means shadowing Senators, even down into the Underworld. Anika wasn't trained as a Shadow, but that doesn't mean she isn't good at stealth. She's had to learn, especially with how much undercover work she, Cody, and Rex engage in.
They've crossed a number of Senators off the list, and there are even more who have a motive but don't have the access. It's as frustrating as it is confusing. Who could it be? Thousands of people work in the Senate, and Anika finds it increasingly difficult to go there, even to spend time with the Chancellor, without having to look over her shoulder constantly. The traitor could be almost anyone, located in any place, listening to anything.
She can't confide in Palpatine the way she once used to, and she hates it. She knows he can sense something is up, and he's brought it up a couple of times, but she's been careful to brush it off, no matter how much it hurts her to do so. Palpatine doesn't deserve it, but she's afraid to tell him lest the traitor catch wind.
That's not a chance she can take.
So here they are, her and Cody, hanging out at one of the catinas in the Underworld, shadowing a Senator's aide who might be involved in something nefarious. For the most part, it's just watching. Watching and being bored, and eventually, Anika worries that they might draw attention. Nothing is happening, and the Force isn't warning her of anything coming, either. Maybe the Senator is just addicted to spice. Or maybe it's just the aide who is.
If so, it doesn't concern them.
"Let's dance," she suggests, looking at Cody. "We need to blend in, and he's not going anywhere." In fact, the man seems intent on drinking himself into an early grave.
Cody hesitates. "I'm not sure that's appropriate," he says finally, a conflict in his eyes.
"Maybe not," Anika admits, shifting a bit closer to him. Their arms are touching, and she wants to snuggle closer to him. "I–" How is she supposed to say this? Cody deserves the truth, though, so she takes a deep breath and tries to put her feelings toward him into words. "I like you," she tells him. "You're a good friend. You're loyal and dependable, and you're a voice of reason when Rex and I need someone to rein us in."
Cody smirks at that, though he squirms almost uncomfortably at the praise. "You've always been good to us clones," he murmurs, not quite meeting her eyes. "I've seen how much they respect you. You take care of them."
A flush creeps into her cheeks. "I try," she answers, clearing her throat. "I know I'm technically your superior since I'm a Jedi, but I– eventually, the war will be over, and things will be different. I would like, one day, if we could be more."
Startled, brown eyes snap toward her, and she can feel his incredulousness. "You want to–"
"We could have a family," Anika replies. "We– I would like to marry you, if you'd be willing. If you want me." She chews on her lip. "But if you don't, then that's okay, too. We'll still be friends." She offers him a smile, small yet genuine.
"I would– I would like that." Cody's voice is barely above a whisper, and she's reading his lips more than hearing him. "I would be honored to marry you, Anika."
Something giddy and excited flutters in her chest, and she holds out a hand to him. "Then will you dance with me, Commander Cody?"
He smiles back, and she's reminded all over again why she fell for Cody. He's everything she could want in a husband. His loyalty, protectiveness, and unwavering devotion drew her in, and over the past months they've spent working together, she's come to respect him even more than she already did. He's a good friend.
"It would be my pleasure, General Skywalker," he answers, taking her hand. They move from their seat on the side of the room to the center of the dance floor. Anika makes sure they have a good position so they can keep an eye on the aide. She's never danced before, nor has Cody, but it's still fun, and they end up laughing as they bump into each other wrong, before they finally get into the rhythm.
It's fun, and she finds that she's enjoying herself far more than she expected. The stress of the past few months has really gotten to her and letting loose like this is… nice. Enjoyable.
She almost wishes they'd brought Rex, but if they had, she doubts that she and Cody would have talked, not about this. They'll have to tell Rex eventually, of course. Maybe later. Right now, this is still so new, so surreal, and she thinks they both need time to accept this change and what it'll mean for them and for the future.
They dance for a short while before they see the aide getting up to leave. They follow, and to their disappointment, he only heads back toward his home, so they hail a cab to drop them off at the barracks. Maybe they were wrong about the aide, or maybe they just need to keep stalking him longer, Anika doesn't know. She'll think about it in the morning when her mind isn't foggy from drinking.
"You staying the night?" Cody asks as they leisurely walk across the ground and through the doorway of the 212th barracks. "Or are you heading to the Temple?"
She tries to hide a yawn. "Think I'll stay. Take care of some paperwork and then crash here." She's been avoiding the Temple as much as she can ever since… what happened with Obi-Wan. She feels more comfortable among the clones than with the Jedi.
Cody huffs. "Me too."
She could take the turn to go to the 501st side, but she doesn't, following Cody to his office. They work together in companionable silence for a while, occasionally stopping to complain about the frustrations of having to file so many reports. It's tedious. Mind-numbing.
Eventually, they give up. There's too much to do in order to finish, but they need a break before they'll be able to properly finish. They also need to take some time to work on narrowing down the list of potential traitors, but that, too, is a task for another day.
Now, they need some sleep.
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