*patriotic grunting*

Blackthorn aurors are viewed as protectors. Their job entails that of the CIA and the NSA, operating not only in the United States, but across the world as well.

They are experts in non-verbal spells, defensive spells, and protective spells and enchantments. They are also experts at breaking through all of the above.

one night, she’d said, just this once, but as they broke for air, falling back into the bed…she knew fine well that just wouldn’t cut it. they’d both been assigned here, both been sent to burbank, and been asked to stick around. how was she supposed to be his partner for the foreseeable future, without ever thinking about the past? if they did this now, it was going to become a habit, and sarah wasn’t sure whether or not they could let that happen. she’d spent years wondering where alex coburn had ended up, but he wasn’t alex coburn anymore. anything that happened between them now was only going to interfere with the assignment. and yet…

there was a gap in between them now. she’d flopped down on the other side of the bed, her hands resting over her abdomen, rather than reaching for him. she hadn’t come here to talk, she wasn’t much of a talker in the first place, but she was looking at him now, a million thoughts weighing on her mind. “we might be in burbank for awhile, casey. i’m really not sure if this is such a good idea.”

“little late for that, walker,” he chuckled, his hands on his on abdomen as well, though he was looking right back at her. “we may not be who we were,” he said, turning onto his side to see her better. “but it’s obvious there’s still some kinda connection here... and i don’t know about you, but alex never got over jenny... and you know that alex never really died... it’s just a part of who i am... a part i couldn’t kill...”

‘i’m glad you’re not dead’ shouldn’t be a sentiment that needed to be shared, but they were both agents, she’d disappeared off the face of the earth all those years ago - it only made sense. “i’m glad you’re still alive too,” sarah offered, with a small smile. she’d wondered, time and time again, what had become of alex, she certainly hadn’t expected them to meet again like this. “a few days, until this assignment is over,” not enough time. “what about you?”

though her gut instinct wanted her to lie, and say it wasn’t so bad, she knew that wouldn’t do her any favours. he was already taking her in, there was no way for her to get out of the damn car, she may as well be honest about the effects it was having on her. “it’s pretty bad, probably a seven on a scale from one to ten,” sarah admitted, rubbing at her temples. “but i can still do my job, i can still be out in the field. none of this is necessary, casey. i didn’t intend to upload it, this was all bryce’s doing.”

all she wanted to do was fly the damn ship - it was the only thing on her mind: getting them out of there, and making sure she was the one in control. the lack of trust in casey meant she didn’t want him to take charge, she had no idea where they’d end up if she did. 

sarah’s mouth opened to say something more, but nothing ever came out, and that need to be in charge seemed to disappear for the moment. she had no idea whether or not it was his plan to catch her completely off guard (if it was, it worked), but she didn’t much care. flying the ship was pretty much forgotten, as she let herself kiss him back. so much for being in control.

the tension between them was palpable, even before this. as she kissed him back, one hand snaked around the back of her neck, holding her close, the other moved her her hip, pulling her flush against him completely. he was lost in the moment. lost in her. he never let himself get like this, but he found he could not tear himself away from her lips.