Number One

York yawned as he watched Carolina repeat the same simulation she had been running all night. Her moves got slower and slower before her frustration again beat her exhaustion and her rage fueled her punches and kicks. She refused to stop or even take a break from her training.

Second place again Carolina thought slamming her fist through a simulated opponent. Always second never first! Why can't I ever be good enough? There is always someone there to push me back down again! "Filss, run the simulation again!"

"Agent Carolina maybe-"

"Just run it again Filss!"

"Running simulation 243."

Finally having enough York stood up from the desk and said, "Filss shut down the simulation."

"But Agent York-"

"Shut her down Filss. Carolina needs rest," York ordered moving towards the door that led into the training area.

"Filss I said run the simulation again," Carolina growled standing in position to take down her next opponent.

"And I said its time for bed," York answered calmly walking towards the woman in turquoise armor.

"York-"

"No," York interrupted the freelancer firmly. "You've been at this all night. You'll be useless on missions for the next week if you keep this up then you will never beat Tex and be on the top of that board. You're going to bed right now even if I have to drag you there."

Carolina paused shocked that York was being so forceful. "I'm not tired."

"Bull shit!" York spat his eyes flaring. "You're slowing down. Your body isn't meant to be worked out so hard 24/7. You need sleep to function Carolina! Now are you going to go to bed or am I going to have to drag you?" York asked taking a step forward.

"One more simulation," Carolina argued taking a step back.

Before she could start the program York had the woman armor and all in his arms and out the door of the training room. Carolina struggled but York held on tight determined to get the exhausted freelancer into a bed and sleeping as soon as possible.

"York this isn't the way to my room," Carolina sighed annoyed.

"Because I'm not taking you to your room," York explained casually.

"Why not?" Carolina asked confused.

"Because you might turn around and go back to training after I leave. You're going to sleep in my room and you're not getting up until the alarm rings," York told her.

"You just want to see me naked," Carolina accused the locksmith.

York scoffed before teasing her," Added bonus."

Carolina went to punch him but sighed and laid her hand back on her stomach and closed her eyes enjoying the sway of being carried. Just this once she would let York take care of her. After all he was the only one that she could truly trust.

"Carolina?" York asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," Carolina waited.

"You'll always be my number one no matter what," York said not looking down at the freelancer.

Carolina smiled inside her helmet and sighed, "You're my number one too."

"Does that mean I get to see you naked?" York teased receiving a smack on the arm and a laugh that the agent committed to memory before opening his door and sitting her on his bed.

The turquoise agent stripped her armor off before crawling under the covers and resting her back against the wall.

York turned out the lights and paused before crawling into bed next to the woman and laying an arm on her waist.

"Hey York?" Carolina asked sleepily her eyes drooping.

"Yeah?" York whispered back.

"Thank you," Carolina muttered.

York grinned and kissed her lips before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.