"You're one to talk,' he said, his fingers squeezing hers gently. He watched her as she winced, his eyes sharp.

"You want some water?" He moved to pour her some. He paused at the mention of the mission. Leave it to Tasha to have one thing on her mind. "We got Stevenson," he said, his tone darkening. 'Not to mention a couple of Interpol's most wanted. Not bad, all things considering.'

He stuck a straw in the cup and moved it close enough so that she could take a sip. "Looks like we're both going to be sitting out on missions for a little while."