So here it is – the epilogue. Thanks to all of you who followed this story and didn't give up on it :) your reviews have meant the world to me and have been what kept me going!
Hope that you approve of the way I've closed it off. I kinda get the feeling this chapter could be read as some sort of Benji/Brandt pre-slash. It's not intended that way, but once again, if you want to interpret it that way then be my guest.
Enjoy!

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2 months later

The team were wrapping up a mission in Venice; once again it had been a success. Benji had popped up to his hotel room for a moment while Jane, Brandt and Ethan were down in the bar waiting to share a drink with the others.

Brandt checked his watch and noticed that Benji had been gone a bit longer than he'd initially thought and, not wanting to worry Jane and Ethan, he waited until they weren't looking before slipping away and heading upstairs. Ever since Benji's kidnapping, Brandt had been keeping an extra close eye on him. He was 'the helper' after all. When he reached Benji's room, he noticed that the door was ajar & started to panic a little. It wasn't like Benji to do that.

He slowly pushed the door open, looking around at the empty room.

"Benji?" he noticed Benji's jacket strewn on the back of the sofa as he made his way towards the bedroom. As he turned the corner, he saw that the chest of drawers had been pulled out and few things had been knocked onto the floor. This got his heart racing even more. "Benji…" this time he whispered, worried that someone else was there. Stepping back out of the bedroom, he made his way down the corridor to the bathroom, hearing some noise coming from inside. It sounded like someone was struggling.

Shit… Brandt pulled out his gun, now completely fretting that someone was there and that Benji was in danger. As he reached the door, through the gap, he saw a pair of legs lying on the floor. With a deep breath and on the mental count of three, he kicked the door open and pointed his gun in front of him.

"What the f- OW!" came a voice from underneath the bathroom cabinet. The legs began to move as the person slid out and after a few seconds, Benji sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "Brandt? What the hell?" he looked up at the gun his friend was now pointing at him. Brandt quickly realised what he was doing and put the gun back in his holster.

"Sorry, Benji, it's just…" he rubbed his hands over his face. "I came up to see where you were and the door was open… The cabinet in the bedroom was messed up and I couldn't find you so when I saw someone lying on the floor in here, I dunno, I panicked…"

Benji slowly got to his feet and shook his head with a laugh before heading to the kitchen. As he walked he wrapped a plaster around one of his fingers. "Ah, sorry Brandt. I just came back up here for my phone and I thought I was only gonna be, like, five seconds so I left the door open. I was checking to see if it had fallen behind the cabinet but I caught my finger on something so then I went to the bathroom to get a plaster but I dropped the damn thing and it fell down the back of the sink, and well, you know the rest…" he grabbed some ice from the freezer and held it up to the back of his head, noticing the expression on Brandt's face. "Are you alright?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, fine."

"Look I'm sorry I gave you a scare." Benji began. "I know you wanna look out for me after… But you have to understand that you don't have to always be there. I can't expect you to drop everything when I get a splinter."

"Who said I'd do that?"

"You don't need to." Benji smiled, giving Brandt that 'it's written all over your face' look.

"Sorry, Benji. It's just…" Brandt sat down on the sofa. "We came so close to losing you. You're one of my best mates, I don't wanna see it happen again."

"If I promise to create an internal tracking device for myself, will you stop stressing?"

"Maybe." Brandt said, feeling something underneath him. Reaching down, he pulled out something. "Uh, Benji?"

"Yep?" Benji looked up to see Brandt holding up his phone. "What?"

For the first time in a while, Brandt began to laugh.

And Benji joined in.

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Well, there you have it. Hope it was ok!
Much love x