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Hi!! I am a fan of your works and just love the way you write Thenamesh! I just thought some AU hurt/comfort scenario where Thena and Gil are spies, but Gil is caught by the enemy. The agency think they lost him already, but Thena won't accept it and proceed to rain hellfire to the enemy base and rescue her Gilgamesh alone. Can you write it, pretty please???

"We are not going forward with the extraction."

"It's been too long--there's no way he's still alive."

"We will not tell you again: stand down."

They were wrong. They were all wrong. Thena was used to clashing with the orders of her superiors, but this was entirely unacceptable. Not only were they abandoning one of their agents, but they were abandoning Gilgamesh.

Her Gilgamesh.

It had been a routine mission, but Gil never made it out. And it happened--people got captured, that was the purpose of extraction missions. And time was always of the essence because the intelligence they handled was of a sensitive nature, and plenty of enemies would do anything to learn what they knew.

They were holding Gilgamesh somewhere, torturing him--tormenting her poor Gil.

And their own agency refused to extricate him. It was too dangerous, too high risk. No one else was as strong as Gilgamesh was, not even close. And without him to assist her, she was too dangerous and uncontrolled for them to feel they could move forward (the cowards).

But every minute they wasted thinking he was dead, was another minute the enemy was trying to wring information out of him. Especially information on her. Their agency didn't run solo agents in the field, everyone had a partner. A second half was crucial for success, even on the odd occasion when an agent did have smaller ops to run. Because a partner could keep one grounded, and balanced, and make up for what the other lacked.

Gilgamesh would never give her up.

Not her Gil--they would be torturing him until his heart gave out. And they were, she was sure. Because Gil would never do anything to endanger her. And all the brass had to say was that everyone had their limits, and she couldn't know that for sure (the idiots).

She would never give up on Gil. She could be sure he hadn't revealed her name or location or alias or even her bloodtype because she would never give up anything on him. She would rather die.

All the more reason to hurry.

She hadn't told Phastos what the extra explosives were for. She didn't tell Sersi why she needed to know what organic poison would be the least traceable and the fastest acting. She didn't tell Sprite why she needed the schematics of every old water treatment plant in Copenhagen.

They all knew better than to ask. Because they all knew Gil had been officially declared MIA; they knew Thena would never be able to accept it when even they had to admit it didn't look good (the shortsighted fools).

If they weren't going to find him alive, then she was going to confirm he was dead with her own eyes. And until she did, everyone else could get the hell out of her way.

"You sure about this?" Druig called after her as he dropped her off. He was the only one willing to defy direct orders and actually assist her so directly. And he had his own partner to worry about.

"Twenty-two minutes," Thena tossed over her shoulder as she marched towards the dingey old building. She set up charges along the way, strategically placed, distance measured out properly. She wasn't always the one for meticulous detail, but this job required some care.

"Shift change?"

"Yeah, boss wants you up top," Thena muttered from within the uniform she'd stolen. She walked past them, thanking them for their utter idiocy allowing her to slip past her first checkmark.

Her Gil: he was in some boiler room repurposed to be a holding cell. They had him strung up to some pipe in the ceiling, hoping to exhaust him.

Thena smiled; Gilgamesh could fall asleep anywhere if he was tired enough. He was a heavy sleeper, too. They were nowhere near cracking him.

It was a quick trip down to the fourth sub-level, fifteen guards dispatched, charges placed, security cameras disabled. Thena was particularly adept at travelling by vent, with her light bones and slim build. And every building needed air, allowing her the opening. Gil always said that she secretly liked crawling around like a lizard.

Thena dropped into his boiler room, catching the vent cover before it could fall and swinging down herself. She smiled; Gil was asleep, hanging awkwardly by his handcuffs with his legs half-holding him up, half bent. She walked over to him, immediately wrapping her arms around him to hold him up as she worked on his binds.

Gil woke gently with a soft inhale. He smiled against her hair. "Hey."

"Hey," Thena smiled just at the sound of his voice.

"I was wondering when you were coming," he sighed, leaning against her as she lowered his arms slowly, letting his arms recover what they could for circulation. She braced herself, holding his weight as she brought him down against her shoulder. "Figured they'd given up on me."

Thena had nothing at all to say about their traitorous bosses. They were all but next on her hit-list for leaving Gilgamesh to suffer like this. And if they did not grovel at her feet for forgiveness - Gil would forgive them easy, it was her they should worry about - then she would be sneaking into their vents next.

Gil looked at her, blinking as well as he could with his dry, swollen black eye.

She ran a finger against it lightly. "What have they been doing to you?"

"Ah, nothing I can't handle," he chuckled, and she could immediately tell some of his ribs were broken.

Gil went quiet as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. They held like that for a few seconds before she pulled back. He blinked at her a few times before grinning. "Y'know, if I get one of those every time I'm captured, I'll consider being less good at my job."

Thena rolled her eyes, just for him, before standing again. She undid the maintenance suit she'd used to sneak in and let it slide off the shimmering micromesh suit she wore for all her missions. It was an odd choice for it to be so bright in colour, but it matched the rest of her pale countenance. Her codename was Ghost, after all. "We're going out the front."

Gil puffed out another laugh and pulled himself to stand as slowly as he could bear. "I guess I don't have to worry about running into any of those guys out there, then?"

"For the most part, no," Thena answered smoothly, fiddling with her cuffs. She looked at him sharply. "Which ones did this to you?"

"Thena-"

"Which ones."

He sighed, knowing she'd find out either way. "Big ones, dark hair and lip scar, and dark blond with mismatched ear shapes."

She ran through the faces she'd already disposed of: she had already dealt with those two. But if she knew they were the ones doing this to her Gil she would have had a little more fun.

"Just them?"

"One is a young guy, brought me some extra bread, let him walk."

"He's still working here, Gil. He still-"

"I know," he cut her off, coming up beside her and knowing that she would let him lean on her instead of continuing her bloodbath. "So let him tell the rest that picking me up was a real mistake."

Thena sighed, adjusting him against her shoulder as she started the slow walk back with him. "Fine, but only because you're fond of him."

Gil had to walk at a dangerously slow pace. He knew that the security would be cleared, and that the cameras would have all been disabled before Thena's feet ever touched the floor. But he still looked around them anxiously. "You know what they say about one-man extricating."

"I am neither one, nor a man."

"I guess you're right." Thena leaned him against the wall as two came around the corner. She was deadly as always, walking right to them. Guns didn't even make it halfway up before she had both their arms in hand and was twisting them around at the elbow. The blinding pain always served as distraction enough for Thena to pull her signature blades out from being strapped against her thighs.

No one would ever know those thighs were surprisingly pleasant to lie on, like when he would doze off during the intel prep for a mission and she would let him sleep on her like a cat.

Thena came back for him as if she were propping a door open for him to unload groceries. She pulled him up again, "think you can do stairs?"

"Gonna say no."

"Grappling it is."

"So romantic."

Thena laughed, and he watched it happen in slow motion, savouring the beautiful sight. He was beginning to worry how long it would be until he got to see it again. "You always plan the best dates."

Maybe they were due for a real one, he thought. But he would have to bring it up at a more opportune time.

Thena pushed them into the stairwell, where she'd left escape plan number two out of seven. They had to be prepared for anything in their line of work.

"Stop right there!"

Thena and Gil looked over at the squeaky interruption. She looked at Gil, "is that him?"

"Yep," he nodded, holding his ribs as she hooked up his harness first and foremost. "He's a good kid."

Thena acted put out by the mercy of it all yet again and walked over to the young man as if she were a teacher having to discipline a teenager. His shaking hands got the gun up and aimed and all she did was tilt her head out of its way and take it from him. She emptied it in seconds, her lithe fingers making fine work of it until his magazine clattered to the floor. "That's enough of that."

Gil laughed at the look on the kid's face.

"I suggest you make it out of the building as quickly as possible," Thena glared down at him as he trembled. "You have seven minutes. And tell whomever you would like that The Ghost will haunt any facility needed if you ever lay a hand on him again."

The kid looked at Gilgamesh with a dropped jaw, but he just waved back with a smile.

"Now go," she pointed, sending him on his way. He shot out of the stair well. Thena shut the door behind him and added a little something to help the metal seal itself together. "I do hope he knows when I say seven minutes--I mean seven minutes."

"C-4?"

"I am not a barbarian, Gilgamesh," she scoffed as she hooked up her harness, sealed together with him. "Phastos' concoctions are much more effective. There is also poison vapour in the vents set to release at the same mark."

"You're so sexy when you're vengeful."

"Then you'll love seeing me tear the bosses a new one when we get back."

"I think I will."

Gil let his head rest against hers as she pulled the release and they began their ascent up the stairwell, in the middle of the railing around them. "I knew you'd come."

"Of course I would," she said just as softly, letting her fingers slide into the hair on the back of his head. They didn't always get the time to be soft like this, but Gilgamesh always had a way of drawing it out of her. It was one of the many things she absolutely loved about him.

Gil just buried his nose in her hair. She was soft as sunshine with him. But he knew she was still going to burn the place to the ground in their wake. He would do the same if she had been captured in enemy territory. "Can you wait to do it until I've had a little rest?"

"How long do you want? I'm rather eager to terrorise our bosses."

"I'll see how I feel after the drive back."

Thena released both of them at the top of the stairs, moving slowly for Gilgamesh's sake. "You can sleep all you like. Druig is picking us up."

"Oh good, he's nice," Gil mumbled, feeling the adrenaline of seeing her again leave him and give way to heavy fatigue. His body knew it was safe again - with her - and was calling him to let it rest. "Will you be in the back with me?"

"If you want me to," she said sweetly, even as she started coordinating the explosives that were going to collapse every sub-basement in the building.

"Hold my head on your lap?" he used his good eye to give her that sad puppy look he knew would work on her.

Thena sighed, blowing each of the stairwells first. They could feel the vibrations in their feet as they walked out much more calmly. "Only because you're hurt. You're not going to make a habit of this."

"Yes, dear," Gil chuckled, hobbling out with Thena by his side.

Neither looked behind them as the building sunk into the ground in a mess of stone and fire and explosions. Thena's hair blew around as she looked ahead of them, staying vigilant so he wouldn't have to. She looked beautiful.

She smiled, "come on, let's get you home."

He had said it out loud.

#Thenamesh AU #Thank you so much!#It's so sweet of you to say #and I love this idea!#and Thena and Gilgamesh as partners #in any way shape or form #yes please #spy partners #dance partners #law partners #she would never let anyone say or do anything to him #and then he has to be the people person #because that's the dynamic #Someone will die #OF FUN!#Thenamesh Spy AU

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