things you said when we were on top of the world

They pulled a big win out of a mission that nearly went sideways and escaped with everyone in one piece. They had fresh intel, a solid victory, and the whole team back together. After being sent out on early leave and facing months of uncertainty their first mission back left them all feeling a bit invincible.

For the moment anyway.

Preach had taken Amir and McG to play pool to show them his extended recovery hadn't caused a weakness in his game, which left Dalton and Jaz by the fire alone. In a group they kept their distance, but the minute the other three were out of earshot they met at the bench in the middle.

"I think we're getting better at this," Jaz said with a smirk. "No one wounded or maimed this time."

Dalton chuckled. "That's a definite improvement." His eyes fell to her hand that rested on the bench in between them.

She would never know why he did it or what he was thinking but a moment later his hand was holding hers with their fingers interlocked. He tugged her closer with the hand that he held in his and she obliged. She stopped when her left side was tucked against his right and pulled her feet up to the bench. She curled them under her and let herself lean against him.

"You know," he said as he met her eyes. "We're part of a good unit."

Jaz nodded her agreement. "The best."

Why did she feel like she some love struck high schooler? She was sitting on a bench, holing hands with a boy. It felt silly but somehow right.

"But I also think," Dalton said before he glanced back down at their joined hands. "You and I make a pretty damn good team all our own."

Jaz smiled at him before she repeated her earlier words. "The best."

"There's a line here that we've never let ourselves cross," he said thoughtfully before he reached up and scratched his beard with his free hand.

She nodded. "It's probably one we shouldn't cross."

"If we're as smart as we think we are, yes," he said with a chuckle. "But we had a lot of close calls last rotation." He was right. Between her capture and Preach, not to mention Elijah not long before that, they'd almost lost a lot. "We'll probably have even more of them this time. We're good. They'll keep throwing us into missions with higher and higher stakes."

That was right too. They'd proven themselves to the DIA unlike any other team the agency had. They were at the top of the list and were bound to be thrown into any number of escalated situations.

"We had a win today," he told her. "Next time we might not. It would be a shame to lose with that line we never cross still firmly in place."

So, the success of today was making Dalton a bit brave. Jaz couldn't say she minded. But the adrenaline of a job well done and the thrill of making it out alive was temporary. If they crossed the line while on a victorious high then that was it. There was no going back. They couldn't trust themselves to make this decision tonight. She didn't untangle herself from him, didn't move away, or shake her head.

She simply said, "We'll sleep on it."

He quirked a brow at her and she grinned at him.

"You know as well as I do that you can't trust yourself to decide this now," Jaz told him as she bumped his shoulder with hers teasingly. "You have a valid point, Dalton, and I don't want us to over think it, but we do need to think about it. I'm all for letting the line blur a little if you are, but that's not a decision we make on a mission high, Captain."

He chuckled at her and sighed. "Fine, one sleep. No more, no less. Deal?"

She nodded and squeezed his hand. "Deal."

For tonight, though, they could sit side by side and hold hands like a couple of teenagers. Tomorrow, they'd see about being something more.