I will never leave you.

It was almost noon, and Pritchard was still asleep. Adam stood looking at the man, holding a cup of flavored coffee. “Adam, it's not romantic to watch people while they sleep.” “Shit, Frank,” a pillow flew at Jensen. "I'm holding the coffee." Then another. "Fuck..." A little liquid spilled out onto the floor.  “Next time you'll know how to look at me while I'm sleeping." The hacker flopped back on the bed. "Can you tell me what time it is?” “It's almost noon. I told Chicana we'd be there in twenty minutes."  Adam went into the kitchen. "Plus, Macready needs me. He said he's got a bad feeling about our boss. Mac and I have to deal with it." The aug stopped talking, thinking about something. “And?” “And the sooner we get to Prague, the better." He lowered his head. “You're getting gloomy. Are you worried about him?” Frank walked over to Jensen, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Yeah. He's got a family. I don't want them to lose him.” “I see you're close to him.” “No. He's just my boss. I've only known him six months, and he doesn't trust me very much. Anyway, I'm worried about him.” “Don't worry. I'm sure he's fine. His voice is calmer now.” “I hope so." The aug raised his head, staring at the wall. After breakfast and a change of clothes, the pair gathered some things and went up to the roof of the building. “I thought you weren't coming.” “I'm sorry. We just woke up.” “It's okay.” Elias moved closer to Jensen. “Are you sure he's the right guy for TF29? Do you think Miller would be happy?” he whispered. “I'm sure. He's a valuable man in the current state of affairs. Besides, I trust him, I've known him a long time.” “Good. Ready to go?” “You ready?” Adam turned to Frank “I'm ready.” “Then get in.” The men climbed aboard the hovercraft and set off for Prague. They arrived at seven o'clock in the morning and went straight to Adam's house. It's a long way from Chicane's house to Jensen's house and lugging things would be difficult for a normal person, but we have Adam augmented to the teeth. They could barely if they were regular people, but the Augs didn't leave the house much these days, so the train was freer than usual, though more often than not it was packed to the gills with people in a hurry to get to work. In an hour he had to go to TF29, talk to Macready, find out what had happened. He had no trouble getting home, went into the apartment. “Make yourself at home.” “Once again, you're not completely unpacked," Pritchard said, looking around the apartment. "It's like being back in Detroit, back when things were quieter.” “Yeah, it was.” “Everyone's like people, but Jensen's like usual.” “It's not my fault I can't find my place after the Sarif Industries attack.” “This place doesn't look so bad. I think we can take it all the way down.” “Unpack your stuff first. Stay out of mine." Jensen sneered. “There he is. The good old Jensen I know. I thought you'd always be synthemental.” “You want to see me angry?” Adam nailed Frank to the wall, knocking the air out of his lungs. “I wouldn't mind," the hacker thundered, throwing his arms around Jensen's neck. Jensen was just about to kiss his new lover when he heard Macready's voice: “Jensen, have you forgotten that we have to deal with Miller? He never showed up at TF29.” “I remember. We just got here. Let me just get my stuff organized.” “Who'd you bring with you?” “A friend. I've known him since Sarif's time.” “You want to bring him to TF29?”  “We could use him.” “Okay, but if he betrays us, you're out with him.” “He won't.” “I sure hope not.” Macready disconnected, causing the aug to growl. “Who was that?” “Macready. Your exact copy.” Pritchard stared at his lover in bewilderment. “He treats me the same way you did when we worked at Sarif Industries.” “At least someone will put you in your place.” Jensen snorted, giving Frank a quick peck on the lips. “I gotta go, or MacReady's gonna be even angrier. He's worried about our boss, too.” “Be careful.” “Don't worry.” Adam left the apartment and went to TF29 to get the details. As soon as Jensen took the elevator down, he was immediately met by McReady. “There you are. I thought you weren't coming.” “Spit it out, MacReady.” “I told you on the infoline that Miller never showed up here. You left on Wednesday, and now, if you noticed, it's Friday and he's still not here. I wouldn't be so worried if he had at least said he wasn't coming because of problems or some other reason, but he didn't. All Miller said the day that I contacted him because I had an issue to deal with was that he had to run home and get some stuff and then he'd be there, but he never showed up.” “What do you want me to do?” “Go to his apartment and check it out. If he's still there, bring him in. Let me know when you find him.” “Again." Jensen muttered under his breath. “What?” “I said I got it.” “Find Miller and bring him back." Mac's voice changed. “Why don't you come with me? Why am I doing all the missions alone?” “All right, let's go.” McReady and Adam went to 33 Hlavni Street, to Miller's apartment. Aug and Mac ran quickly up the stairs, hoping that Miller was all right. They were wrong. When they got to the right floor, they stopped, realizing that the door was battered, which meant something bad had happened. The door opened with a nasty creak, letting them in. “Miller? Miller, are you in here? Please, answer me.” Nothing. Just signs of mayhem. There were bloodstains on the floor, starting somewhere upstairs and ending somewhere in the bathroom. “Fuck.” “Blood's fresh.” Adam touched the trail. “Looks like the worst of it happened recently.” “You check the second floor, I'll check the first. If you find anything, let me know.” “Got it.” They split up. Adam went up to the second floor where the blood trail ended. “McReady," Jensen yelled, "the blood trail ends on the second floor. You got anything?” “Nothing. Footprints end in the bathtub, but Miller's nowhere to be found.” “Wait." Aug looked at the punching bag. "I see a trail of blood." He activated the thermal imager. "Fuck.” “What is it?” “Come here.” Jensen hit the punching bag and the sweat door opened. “How do you know about this?” “Augmentations.” They stepped into the sweat room and were horrified. Miller was lying on the floor, in a pool of blood, and the writing on the wall, "He sealed the deal," was written in his blood. Adam sat down on his knees in front of the body and began to feel for a pulse. “There was a pulse, but it was weak. If we can get to headquarters now and give him a transfusion, we might be able to save him.” “So what are we waiting for?” “I'm gonna need your help. I'll be in disguise, so Miller won't be seen. You'll be opening doors for me as we go.” “Roger that.” They ran as fast as they could to headquarters. Once they got there, Adam carried Miller into the infirmary and put him on a bed. “We need to do a transfusion. As far as I know, Miller's B-positive, but there's not a lot of people at HQ with that type, and I don't know if the Rh factor's a match.” “I'm willing to donate. I'm not bothering anyone else. I know I'm a Rh-positive match with him. It's been done before.” “I hope you didn't drink or eat today.” “I haven't had a chance.” “Oh, good. I'll prep the equipment, you prep yourself.” Aug treated, sutured and dressed the wound so no more blood would be lost. When everything was ready, Jensen brought in a second bunk. MacReady took off his jacket, rolled up the sleeve a little, and lay down on it. “This is gonna take a while. I have to go somewhere, I don't know how long I'll be gone. When the equipment says it's done, pull it out.” Just as Adam was about to leave, he was stopped. “Jensen, find who did this and punish them.” “Don't worry, we'll find them together.” He left. Miller woke up hours later. He looked around slowly, trying to see where he was. When his eyes were more or less accustomed to the bright lights of the room, Jim realized he was in the medical block of the headquarters. He slowly sat up, hissing in pain. “Don't get up. Let the wounds heal." said Jensen. “Jensen?” Miller looked toward the voice. “How did I get here? What happened?” “McReady and I found you injured in your apartment and brought you here, but I'd like to know what happened.” “I can't remember exactly what happened. It's hard to remember.” “I understand.” Adam went over to the chief and laid him on the bunk. “You need to recover. Get some rest. You've been through a lot.” “How many injuries were there?” “Fractured ribs, dislocated shoulder, broken arm, stab wound, massive blood loss, mild concussion.” “Holy shit. How long will it take to recover? We should be in London in a few days.” “Some injuries will heal in a few days, some will take at least a month. I can't say it's all bad, but I can't say you'll be ready for London.” “Then we're screwed.” “Look, you're in charge of this. If you want to go to London with injuries, that's your business. I'm sure you've survived more serious injuries, I'm just worried. You're a good man and I'm sure your family would be very upset if they lost you.” “They'll kill my family if I don't get there.” “Adam, Adam," Fletcher ran into the medbay. “Remember the digital media you took from the station?” Aug nodded. "Well, I discovered it's a clockwork mechanism similar to that of Stanek's clock. I need you to find him and interrogate him.” “I will. Keep an eye on Miller while I'm gone.” “Okay.” In TF29, Jensen came back a little (a lot) beaten up. At G.A.R.M. Marchenko somehow found out Adam had arrived. Someone told him. And it seems that aug is already guessing who, or rather knows. The e-mail had given out. He sat down at his chair in the office and just closed his eyes to get some rest after the massacre, when he was approached by MacReady. “You're back." Mac's voice sounded surprisingly calm and friendly. “Yeah. I wondered where Mac was, always nagging me. “After Miller was saved from death by your augmentations, I think I can be a little friendlier to you, but keep in mind, we're never gonna be friends.” Good old MacReady. “That's better. You need something?” “Uh, it's not me, it's Miller.” “He's back on duty now that his injuries haven't all healed?” “Yeah. But it's his choice, so let's not judge. He needs your help. Come to him when you're ready for a new assignment. “I can do it right now. It's boring anyway. And there's something I need to tell him, and not just him.” “Go ahead. Don't keep him waiting too long.” McReady went out the door to his office, and Adam went to Miller's office. When he got there, he knocked and heard a soft "come in" and entered. He saw a sad-looking Miller talking on the phone, as he realized, to his supervisor. “Director Miller, you wanted to see me?” “Yes. Is there any news about our sub-counterpart?” Miller put the phone down. “No. I didn't meet with the rigger. Instead, I found our suspects, the ones who started threatening you last week before I left for Detroit.” “That's all I need. Okay, there's nothing to do.” “Miller, may I call a small meeting to express some suspicions about one of our comrades?” “Do whatever you want.” A message came from the vocal phones, "Duncan McReady, Jim Miller, Peter Chang, Aria Argento and Daniel Fletcher are waiting for you in the meeting room." “Now what?” McReady sentenced himself, but he got up from his seat and went to the designated area. In about five minutes all the names were there. “Why did you bring us here, Jensen?” Mac had to stop what he was doing and come here. “To voice some suspicions about Chicane.” “What?!” Everyone asked. “What are you doing? I didn't drop everything to listen to your baseless accusations.” “If you don't believe me, here you go.” Adam threw the tablet with Chicane and Marchenko's correspondence on the table. “He's the only one who knew I went to G.A.R.M. I found out  who attacked us in Dubai and where they'll be. Marchenko's going to make a deal with Radich Nikoladze. Also, Miller, I think it's important you hear this, but your family will be in London. I hear they're taking hostages there." Miller nodded. “So instead of investigating the bombings, you've decided to meddle in my work? I thought you said you weren't going to be any trouble!” “Mac, even though Adam doesn't always follow orders, you have to admit that this time it was very helpful.” “I agree with Aria. No matter how often Adam breaks the rules, he's still useful." Fletcher interceded. “Mind your own business. We're dealing with Jensen, not you. Sit down.” “But Mac..." Peter jumped up from the table, but sat down immediately under MacReady's menacing stare. “Okay. Jensen, I've told you many times that if you don't follow orders and mind your own business, this will be your last assignment in the task force. You have?” “I did. So what? I've gotten a lot of useful information without always following orders.” “But sometimes it cost a lot of our comrades their lives. Take Niemi for instance.” “Mac, don't start going back to what happened six months ago. That was one of Jensen's first missions, he did everything he could to save you. No one knew that mission would end like that. Not you, not Miller, not Jensen. It's nobody's fault. No one knew that guy was a walking bomb," Aria cut in again. "Everything turned out okay in the end.” “I just don't trust him much because he's an Aug. I've lost a lot because of them.” “You lost a lot? Look at me. You think I wanted to be like this? You think I had a choice? I had no choice. Sarif Industries was attacked, I was almost  killed, all I had to do was replace a couple body parts, and they turned me into a weapon. All thanks to Sarif. I agree the incident scared the community, but do you think everyone chose to be an Augs or not?” Adam was on the edge.  “You lost comrades to the Augs, but you survived with scars to remind you of it, but you were still you. Others were less fortunate. Not everyone made it out. It was all on us. No one dug to find out what really happened. I fell asleep in one world, woke up in another. It's all upside down. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO ADAPT TO TODAY WHEN YOU'RE SEEN AS A THREAT INSTEAD OF A PERSON.” Now everyone was arguing loud enough. It was hard to make out anything. Miller sat staring at the floor, thinking about something, searching for the right words to stop the argument. “ENOUGH!” Miller shouted-we're not here to argue about who lost how much, we're here to hear from Jensen. Stop arguing. It's like he's not even here. The argument didn't stop, it just got louder and hotter. “STOP!!!!!!!!!!!” Miller jumped up, shouting so loudly that if the room hadn't been soundproofed, everyone in the headquarters would have come running. Finally the argument died down. “Enough arguing, I've had enough of you. Every single day you're fighting about something. It's McReady's problem, Jensen's problem. That's not why we're here. Stop arguing about Jensen breaking orders. He didn't have a specific order. Yeah, he should have stayed out of your business, Mac, but this information is very useful to us at this point. At least I know my family's still alive," Miller mumbled that last sentence under his breath. "Stop arguing about who lost how much. We spend our lives losing people, people we love, friends, but did augmentations used to be? Augmentations haven't been around that long.” “You're supporting augmentees when augmentee terrorists recently blew up an entire station?” “Mac, I'm neutral on augmentations. There are times when a person will die without augmentation, but if it's done on purpose to harm humanity, then of course I'll try to stop them.” “I guess I don't know you as well as I thought I did.” “Don't judge me. It's hard to feel bad about augmentations when your brother's owned an augmentation company for over 20 years, a very successful one, and when your daughter's sick and needs an augmentation to be okay.” “I didn't know you had a brother, much less one who was involved in all this," MacReady clasped his hands together. “I haven't seen or spoken to him in twenty years. When I was 27, he went to Detroit to find himself, and I stayed in Australia. I heard from my parents that he'd become a success, built an empire and, in a way, created Jensen.” “Are you saying that your brother is...” Jensen paused  “David Sarif?” “Are you saying his brother is the man responsible for what happened in Panchea?” “Don't put it all on him. The Panchea incident was Darrow's fault, Taggart's fault, Sharif's fault, even mine. Except if Taggart and Darrow died, somehow Sarif and I survived.” “You're the lucky ones..." Mac said again. “Here was another argument that turned into a fight.” “Duncan, Jensen, if you don't stop fighting, I'm gonna fire both of you." Miller was trying to calm his subordinates down. “Jim, stay out of it." Mac said, turning to profanity. “This is no time for profanity.” “You used it first." MacReady kept trying to hit Jensen, but Jensen defended himself. “Okay, I'm sick of both of you. Why can't you two get along? Why do you always have to argue or fight?” Miller headed for the elevator. “Jim, where are you going?” Mac took off abruptly from his seat. “Mac, I don't want to see or hear from either of you until you make up. I'm sick and tired of you two arguing and fighting all the time. Learn to live in peace.” Jim left, hoping to be alone and think about it. Everyone stood looking at Jensen and MacReady. Mac sat back in his chair, covering his face with his hands, trying to collect his thoughts. He was ashamed that he'd snapped like that, shown himself at his worst. Fifteen minutes later, MacReady got up from the chair, grabbed Jensen by the arm, and led him toward the elevator. “Where are you taking me?” Adam was indignant. “We're going to Jim's house. We made this mess, and we're going to clean it up.” Jensen snorted, pulled his arm out, and followed MacReady. “Miller, may I?” Mac knocked on the door. “I told you plainly, until I make peace with Jensen, I don't want to see you or hear from you.” “We've already made up, and we're here to talk to you and apologize," Adam interjected. There was the sound of the door opening. Jim silently invited them in, sitting down on the impromptu bed under the stairs. “Go ahead. Speak.” “Forgive us, Miller. We've both apologized to you. I'm sorry." they said in unison. “All right. I forgive you, but if it happens again, there'll be no mercy.” McReady sat next to Miller, staring at the wall. They sat in silence for about five minutes, until Jensen spoke up: “I'll leave you two alone. I can see you two need to have a heart-to-heart.” Adam left. The silence lasted another five minutes. Jim was the first to break the silence: “Why do you and Jensen always argue? Why can't you just talk?” “I don't know. Maybe it's because I don't trust augmented people, or maybe I just don't want you to get hurt," Mac lowered his head and continued, "There's always something weird going on when Jensen's around. At first, when he first came to us, I thought I felt that way because he was augmented and everyone was unstable after the incident, but then I realized I was afraid of losing you. I know that Jensen was at your apartment before he flew away, and when he arrived, we found you unconscious. I was scared for you.” They turned toward each other almost touching each other's lips. Looking into each other's eyes, he men were embarrassed, but Mac took the first step and gently touched his lips to Miller's. The kiss was light and lasted only four seconds, but it was enough for MacReady to put into it all the love he had felt for Miller for a year or so. They looked at each other again, seeing the gleam in their eyes. Jim threw his arms around McReady's neck and kissed more passionately. Their tongues entwined in a frenzied dance. They locked eyes. This kiss meant a new life for both of them. They needed to forget the exes and move on as if nothing had happened. The kiss could have lasted forever, but the air ran out and they pulled away from each other. Mac leaned down to Jim's neck and gave him a hickey, then another, but he was stopped at the third. “Just like that?” Miller said, breathing hard. “Yeah. It's not like we've only known each other a few days.” “Take it easy.” Miller gave in to the man. McReady pulled off the T-shirt he'd changed into when he came home from headquarters, leaving more kisses. Jim moaned softly moaning, enjoying the moment, not realizing they were being watched.