5. Unbreakable

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He was hanging by his fingertips from the twelfth floor when he felt something crawling over his hand.

Dark eyes went wide and he fought to keep his grip through the startle.

Then there was a-was that a giggle?

"Davidson?"

Something brushed over his hand again and he realized it was the other's hair.

"Christ. Why would you do that? What if I had let go?"

The younger agent waved his questions away, offering him a hand up. "I wouldn't have let that happen. Although I could ask why you thought dangling yourself twelve stories above the ground was a good idea. You do realize you're human, and therefore not unbreakable, right?"

"Yeah, I know." He took the hand and pulled himself back into the apartment. "I heard the door open, thought it was the target." A shrug. "Window was the closest escape route."

He gave the other agent a considering look. "Why aren't you downstairs like you're supposed to be?"

"Because I'm a field agent for a reason. If I wanted to stay behind and play with computers I'd be a handler or something."

Jaylon sighed. "But now, if the target does come home early, it'll be two of us hanging onto the windowsill."

"No we won't." Lips quirked in a smirk, Davidson held up the thing he'd been sent to retrieve between their index and middle fingers. "While you tried to defy gravity, I grabbed the thing. Now let's get out of here."

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