Hi every one!

For those who were following me, I know, I've been away for far too long but I'm back. My life has completely changed in the past two years, I'm still adjusting, but I hope I'll be able to finish my other fictions!

Right now, I'm just the biggest fan of the Brave! The best tv show ever, with an amazing cast! The first season was too short and I keep crossing fingers and everything for a season 2!

I hope you'll like this one shot! I'm French, so my English isn't perfect, I apology for the mistakes you might find XD

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Enjoy and take care!

« Okay, what just happened ? » asked Amir, pacing nervously in the room he shared with the rest of the team.

Top had just dismissed them for the night, while he kept listening again and again to Jaz's directions.

Amir didn't understand how they had been allowed to stay, he didn't understand how they were allowed to ignore the protocol, he didn't understand why Top, who used to be the calm in the storm, looked completely haunted. Of course, Amir cared about Jaz, but in his years undercover, he had learnt to compartmentalize, to keep his emotions in check. And Top had seemed to be a master chief in this field. Until earlier, when Jaz had been taken. Since then, he seemed to be another man, much darker, much broken, flinching every time they heard Jaz being hit, yet keeping listening to her voice.

As his teammates didn't answer, he stopped and sat in the nearest bed to look at them. McG was checking his supplies, his shoulders tense and a frown on his face, while Preach was laying in his bed and was staring at the old ceiling above them.

"Come on guys! We are compromised!"

Preach sat down and rubbed his face with his hands. McG looked up at Amir and snorted.

"You're supposed to be the observant one, bro!"

Amir looked confused. He wasn't stupid, he knew how much everybody cared about Jaz, and he knew how much Dalton felt responsible of his team.

"Amir, you know, we don't usually leave anyone behind if we can help it… We're a family…" started Preach.

"I know that, and believe me, I would give anything to get Jaz back… But, this? This is suicide! And you know it! We can't jeopardize everything our country is fighting for, even for family!"

McG shook his head and kept rummaging in his bag. Preach put his elbows on his knees.

"Look, we know what protocol is. We know we are supposed to leave. Even if it breaks my heart. But do you really think Top would come with us?"

Amir sighed. He knew the answer; Top's attitude had been quite obvious.

"We're supposed to… I don't know, we're not supposed to let our emotions get the better of us…"

"Emotions are what make us fight every day to protect our values…"

McG snorted again but didn't say a word. Amir knew that Jaz was like his sister, and it was hard for him too. But Top… He had never seen him like that. Preach kept talking quietly.

"We all love Jaz, she's like our little sis, almost like a daughter to me… But what's between her and Top… It's strong, powerful. It's what many people keep their life looking for…"

Amir wasn't blind. He had noticed the deep connection from his very first day. But he still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that his CO was losing control over something he was supposed to be prepared for. Risks came with the job. Death too.

"He would never come with us, he would go dark. He'll never leave this country without Jaz… It would destroy him…"

McG stopped to look at Amir, daring him to criticize in any way.

"I've known Top for ten years, for ten years, I've seen him losing people, I've seen him avoiding any connection of any kind. But with Jaz, it has always been different. It will always be different. She's the only one getting through his walls, without even trying. The bond they share… He had never looked at anyone like he looks at her. But he knows he's our CO, and we agree that it had never been an issue, right?"

Amir nodded. He couldn't deny that, despite their connection, they had always been nothing but professional on the field. Not letting anything clouding their judgement. And that was precisely why he didn't understand what was happening now with their captain.

"He would do it for any of us, fighting to stay, you know?"

"I'm used to see him collected…"

"Yeah, I definitely don't know how you managed all these years undercover" muttered McG, teasingly though.

"He may look collected, but there is always a storm inside his head when it's about the safety of his team. But now, with Jaz gone, the storm is in his heart. He would fight for any of us, but if Jaz doesn't make it, there is no coming back for him."

Amir sighed. It was a living nightmare.

"You're a good soldier Amir, you have nothing to prove… None of us would judge you if you decided to leave…" said Preach.

"I would!" replied McG. "Okay, just kidding, felt like lightening the mood" he added, while Preach rolled his eyes at him.

Amir looked at them, shocked.

"I'm not leaving! I'm with you, I may disagree, but I'm with you no matter what…"

Then he mumbled.

"Love sucks…"

McG chuckled.

"Copy that bro!"

"I can't wait to see you falling in love! Marrying and all that stuff…"

The three men laughed at that. Then, the weight of their situation rushed back in their mind.

"He's not going to sleep, is he?"

Preach shook his head.

"He told me once that staying awake when the situation turns dramatic is the only way to push away the nightmares that would assault him if he was asleep… He won't be able to sleep, even if he wanted to…"

They all knew that they were going to struggle to fall asleep too. They were safe, in a bed, while Jaz was probably going through hell. The thought made them sick. Top was probably going crazy with this idea.

"Okay then… Let's get some rest… We'll have to be ready!"

Preach nodded at Amir and laid back down. The night was going to be very long.