#ref: joseph x emery

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Doing the Turner family edition was definitely also a fantastic idea! I love all these beans! You can just feel the OTPs brewing.

Ship BINGO... I'll send 5 to see if you get a BINGO:

Forrest x Avery, Garrett x Danika, Joey x Emery, Rhett x Asli, Wyatt x Caria

From THIS Ship Opinion Bingo Meme Here!

Color coding is as follows: Forrest x Avery (Teal), Garrett x Danika (Purple), Joey x Emery (Red), Rhett x Asli (Yellow), Wyatt x Caria (Green)

SO CLOSE.

Forrest x Avery: I think they'll get it together, but she does truly love him, even if he thinks she's in love with his brother/her best friend. I'm interested to see where their story goes!

Garrett x Danika: They've only just met when she showed up at her grandparents' ranch and it's already a fun ride.

Joey x Emery: Dramatic, but I'd love to see them grow close. He saved her live, and she is forever grateful to him. She already sees him as someone who can protect her, and she currently feels as if she needs protection. Nothing feels safe in her life anymore.

Rhett x Asli: Musical soulmates. I see this as nothing else but soulmates. They're already sweet. It's wonderful.

Wyatt x Caria: They're beautiful together, and they're also soulmates. She will always be there to hlp take care of him and love him whenever he returns.

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Joey threw his body over them, kicking with his legs to shove them behind the cinder block wall... or what remained of it. He double checked his AR, low on ammunition. With a groan he pulled out his pistol and looked down at them. "You know how to use this?" Peeking briefly around the wall and immediately being shot at he groaned. "Two blocks that way," He pointed East. "We just need to make it two blocks and my team's in a van." This had to be the most sideways extraction in history, no walkie to let the Turners know the intel was bad because someone was jamming the frequency. For all he knew his brothers could be dead. "All you have to do is point it at the thing you want dead and pull the trigger. You don't touch the trigger unless you want a thing dead." Joey didn't even know if they were safe or alive, they just needed to get out of there.

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It took an exceptional amount of self control for Joey to not tell Emery to stop because he was just doing his job. Those big sad eyes had him swallowing away the dryness in his throat and stopping the usual stone wall demeanor he put up around most people. "You're welcome, Emery. You're safe now. That's all that matters. You're safe now and we've got you. One thing you'll learn really quick about these guys is we all are men of our word, okay?" His thumb brushed over her knuckles and Joey let her hold his hand as long as she wanted.

They reached the private airstrip in record time and Joseph let the Turners empty the gear into the plane. "We're going to take you to our property in Montana. We know it's secure and you can stay in the guest house or, if you'd feel more comfortable you can stay with one of us. We've all got the space and some of the guys have wives and fiancées to keep you company. We're not far off, but if you can I'd recommend sleeping on the flight because Holt will want to debrief as soon as we get there while everything's fresh in your head."

Emery accepted the tissues that were handed her way, quickly drying her eyes so that she could clearly see again, and her tears quickly subsided. It didn't take long to glance over the identification that was handed to her, and she finally took a deep and shaky breath at his reassurance. "Okay..." Her voice sounded as though it were coming from someone else entirely. Still, she allowed the comfort that she received from the man who rescued her to take hold. Emery's eyes drifted over his face and took in his features, committing them to memory. "I can't thank you enough. I don't think any words will ever be enough, but thank you." She gave the man's hand a squeeze back. "I'm... my name's Emery, by the way." Whatever happened next, at least someone would know her name. She was no longer a nameless face.

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Joey had no idea how to deal with crying people. The Turners were all sensitive men that had perfectly balanced their masculinity and emotions— though not all had balanced taking care of their mental health. Joey had only seen this as another flaw that set him apart from his chosen family. His eyes darted to Garrett, who nodded and sifted through his medical bag, passing her some tissues. "We're the government, okay?" He tried to reassure her, reaching under his gear and pulling out identification. "We're not going to pass you back to criminals. That's not what we do. We're going to take you to a place where they can't hurt you, all right? That sound good?" Joey hadn't pulled his hand away, so he gave it another soft squeeze. He couldn't promise her that she was going to enjoy the questions they'd have to ask her, but he could at least promise her she was safe.

Emery hadn't expected the feel of a hand taking hold of hers, but she welcomed it, and the warmth and comfort that it provided. She nodded in response to what he said, before realizing that he wasn't looking in her direction and inhaled a shaky, steadying breath. "No... It wasn't a normal day... or days... for most people." Her voice only got quieter as she spoke. Her own gaze went to the window, watching scenery flying by and feeling relieved that it wasn't something she had seen before. At the realization that she would be taken to a safe house, she felt fear creeping in. "A safe... safe house? Or... please don't give me back to them I..." Her voice caught and her vision blurred with tears at the idea that she might be locked away again and held against her will. She didn't know these men, didn't know what they might be capable of, or what they might do. At first she was considering that they might keep her safe, but now she worried she'd only exchanged one prison for another and she had no way of escaping. It was a realization that was warring with her sense of security being next to the man who had rescued her from hell. She didn't know what to believe anymore.

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Once Garrett had checked on both of them, patching up the few cuts and grazes on Joey, they swapped seats. He had a whole lifetime of experience with being shot at and chased, but he could still remember the anxiety that came with basic training. Reaching out, he squeezed her trembling hands, but once she started crying he froze up. The fact of the matter was that he didn't have experience with comforting people nor being comforted. With everyone distracted with driving and intel or monitoring their surroundings there wasn't anyone else to help her calm down. Carefully swiping his thumb back and forth across her knuckles, Joey kept his eyes out the window until she finally spoke up. "It's fine. It's not like this was a normal day in your life." He looked at Wyatt, waiting for a nod, "We're going to catch a plane and you'll have a safe house to stay at." It didn't seem like a good idea to tell her that she'd have a lot of questions to answer or that they didn't know how long she would be with them on the Turner property.

Once Emery was in the car with the doors closed, she could feel the adrenaline that had been pumping through her and keeping her moving rushing away. In it's place, the shock of everything she'd endured, mixed with the trauma, and the exhaustion had set in. Her hands wouldn't stop trembling, she slowly came to realize that her entire body was trembling. The sounds of voices speaking to her were hardly registering as the relief she felt was overwhelming, and all the feelings she had been trying to suppress washed over her like a tidal wave. The tears were slow, at first, but soon enough she was sobbing. Her shaking hands covered her face as she tried to let all the fear, the worry, the hopelessness, and every other terrible feeling she'd felt wash away.

Emery wasn't sure how long she'd cried, whether it had been a long time, or short. But shen she felt as though she had control over her emotions again, she roughly swiped at the tear stains on her face before looking up at the men surrounding her. "Thank you." She muttered in a voice that was hoarse with emotion. "I didn't mean to... you know... break down." She hadn't stopped trembling, and tears were slowly and silently still falling, but she was no longer sobbing, and to her, that was a huge improvement. "Where are we going?"

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Running on adrenaline, Joey scanned for hostiles behind them and then quickly glanced in the direction she motioned. The van doors swung open and he saw the barrel of a gun and the edge of a uniform, he could tell Rhett's long frame. "Yeah, that's it, I'll cover." He positioned himself against the back edge of an SUV. "Move, move, move." Joey could only hope she was running and that Wyatt had the car ready to pull out. Undoubtedly, Garrett was in the van, ready to take care of any wounds they would get in this shit show of an extraction. He was careful to pop off each of his last bullets when he was certain it would have the most impact, but Joey knew it was on Rhett to cover for him to get in the van safe.

Rhett was counting shots, knowing that Joey had to be out as he watched the enemies shooting back. They were moving forward and Rhett knew he had to do something. Not wanting to expose the van to a fire fight he moved a few cars back, positioning himself before letting off a few shots. "Move your ass, broseph, Hostage's safe and ready for exfil." He looked around the edge of the car. "I got you, Joey, let's go." Letting out a steadying breath he made his shots, running for the van as soon as Joey was inside. "Go Wyatt, none of my hits were fatal. They're just slowed down." Rhett pulled the doors shut and saw Joey and Garrett looking over the girl. "She okay?" He set his gun down and then started to check Joey. "You good man?"

It was impossible not to focus in on him when he took her chin in hand. He made it clear with that small gesture alone that whatever he was about to say was important. She kept the ongoing mantra of the license plates in her head after he said it. Giving him a nod so that he knew she had heard, and she would remember. No sooner had she nodded that he was uttering the two words to indicate they needed to make a run for it. Her heart hadn't stopped furiously pounding in her chest, so loudly that she could hear the frantic beat in her ears, but she kept on running as quickly as she could without looking back.

The shots popping off around her caused her to let out terrified cries but she continued running just as he instructed. Tears were running down her cheeks as she felt the fear building inside of her body, mixing with the adrenaline. It was a horrible cocktail that she wished were all a dream that she could wake up from. Emery heard his words of encouragement, and without knowing where she found the fuel from, she pushed harder. It wasn't much faster than before, but it was a little. A miracle considering that her energy was draining.

Once they reached the direction that he indicated, Emery quickly looked for the van he had mentioned. "There!" She exclaimed in a cry as she took off in a run towards it. "We can do this, we can get there..." She kept muttering the words to push herself to keep going so she wouldn't give up.

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He looked at those big blue eyes and grimaced. Joey wanted to tell her to go without him, he could do the hand to hand combat that she couldn't and then she'd make it farther, faster. Making her go ahead without him still felt like a massive risk too. Would the team be keeping an eye out for them or still sitting in the back of the van trying to get the comms up? Swallowing, he shook his head. "I'm going with you. You lead, I follow. Whatever happens," Joey took her chin, making sure she was looking him in his busted up face. "You don't stop running. Black van, WAS; whisky-september-alpha in state plates." He waited for a nod, some sort of confirmation, and told her, "Fall out."

They were bolting down the street when shots rang out again. Joey knew this would happen and had already been hollering, run and get inside. It wasn't all that crowded, but he knew one casualty was one too many for any family. "Keep running," He could push faster, but he was keeping his body as a barrier between her captors and their line of sight. It was their luck that they had horrible aim but perhaps not the pedestrian's. "Coming up on the light, don't stop, look at you come up on it." Joey slid across a hood, pausing in the middle of the street and using the hood of the car as support only taking a breath before he let of a shot. One down and then he kept running. "One more block, baby. Book it, c'mon."

Life had taken quite the turn, and how she ended up here she could say she didn't know, but she remembered the events all too well. All these years, and traveling the world, she thought she had been careful, vigilant. Apparently, she hadn't paid enough attention. She thought her life was going to be over, didn't know what to expect, that was until a rescue team appeared. Unsure of whether to be grateful, or scared, she waited to see what her outcome was. A stranger managed to get her free, and as expected, the firefight that ensued was mayhem.

Emery's heart was pounding in her chest, and her hands were shaking as she took the gun from the man, listening to his instructions. If she wanted a thing dead. Did she want anything dead? And at her hand? These people had certainly caused her harm, but death was very final. "O-okay..." she muttered and then glanced in the direction they needed to go. "I'm guessing we need to go those two blocks together? Or am I... trying to make a run for it, and you follow? Because... I'm not sure I want to leave you here on your own." What she really meant was she wasn't sure she wanted to be alone. Emery was terrified of being taken hostage again, and this man was her only hope at freedom.